“Such a good fucking girl for me,” I rasp, pulling back enough to spit on her pussy, rubbing my saliva into her slick folds and circling her clit with the pad of my thumb. “I can’t get enough of this perfect fucking pussy.”
Lifting her head, Poppy watches me as I tease her hole with my tongue, circling it before licking into her while still rubbing her clit.
She throws her head back and groans in a combination of need and frustration, her fingers tearing at the white bed sheets.
“What do you need, baby?” I blow hot breath over her pussy, pressing the lightest of kisses to her clit. “Use your words.”
“Your fingers.” She pants. “I want you to… fuck me with your fingers.”
Flashing her a knowing smirk, I slide my hand up between her beautiful tits, reaching her mouth. “Suck.”
Her eyes flare with confusion.
“Get ’em nice and wet for me, baby.”
Opening her mouth, Poppy sticks her tongue out and licks my index and middle fingers before wrapping her lips around them and sucking hard. Closing my eyes on a groan, I try desperately to steel myself, my balls aching with the need to release.
Popping off my fingers, I look up, satisfied to see them nice and coated, and leaning in, I stare into Poppy’s eyes as I flick my tongue over her clit, circling her entrance with my fingers. As I ease one finger in up to my knuckle, she sucks in a gasp.
“Is this okay?” I check.
“Yes… more.” She breathes hard.
I add my middle finger, sliding in and out a little more with each pass, muttering a string of curse words under my breath athow goddamn fucking tight she is. If she’s going to take my cock, I’m going to need to make sure she’s so fucking wet.
“Oh God,” Poppy cries out. “That feels so good…”
“Yeah?” I tease circles around her clit with my tongue, fucking her with my fingers. “You like that?”
“Yes!” She moans, her pussy clenching around me, gripping my fingers like a vise.
I turn my hand, and when I find her G-spot, I watch her closely while I rub it, lavishing her clit with teasing kitten licks.
“Fuck!” Poppy screams, her back arching up off the bed. “Yes, that’s it!”
I smile, satisfied but not letting up. “That’s where you felt it yesterday, huh?” I grit against her, my fingers alternating between rubbing and tapping her G-spot. “The vibrator.”
“Yes, oh my God,” she sobs, her thighs trying to clamp shut, trapping my head.
“I’m gonna make you come so fucking hard,” I gruff against her clit. “You ready, baby?”
“Yes, yes, yes, yes, please, Brookes.”
Wrapping my lips around her clit, I suck. Hard. And, tapping her G-spot over and over again, I press down over her lower belly and watch on as she explodes on a hoarse scream, her release gushing out around my fingers.
Poppy’s body thrashes, jerking, twitching, convulsing as I work her through wave after wave of bliss until she goes stiff before she’s pushing me away with a shuddered, “No. No more. I-I… can’t. It hurts!”
I stop immediately, releasing her clit and slowly, carefully removing my fingers, watching in awe as more cum gushes out of her and onto the bed.
Hopping up from my knees, I turn back to the bathroom to grab a cloth, but I’m stopped by Poppy’s small, wavering voice as she says, “I need… you.”
I swear, I feel my heart up in the back of my throat, turning tolook at her as she lies there gasping for breath, her sexy body flushed and boneless, eyes half closed. She needs me.
Poppy pants. “I-I need you to kiss me.”
My shoulders fall on the realization of what she said. She doesn’t needme. She just needs me to kiss her. And while I’d love nothing more than for her to need me, I don’t hesitate before climbing over her and kissing her because right now, I’ll take all I can get. Because I am shamelessly and unequivocally addicted to Poppy fucking Crawford.
CHAPTER 41
