When Brookes slides his tongue inside my mouth in the filthiest way, I groan, feeling his thumb graze over my sensitive clit, my body twitching at the contact.
“Okay,” I moan into our kiss.
“Is that a yes?” he mutters against my lips, rubbing my clit again. “I need your yes, baby.”
“Yes!” I cry out.
“Good girl,” Brookes murmurs, pulling away to meet my eyes with another earnest look. “But remember. Just say the word, and I’ll stop. Okay?”
I nod, smiling as I say the word, “Megalodon.”
He grins, pressing a chaste kiss to my mouth.
“Do you want me to get condom?” Brookes asks, wrapping a hand around the base of his rock-hard length and stroking it a couple of times. And I remember he told me that he was tested when he was in rehab, and he hasn’t been with anyone since then. And, I trust him wholeheartedly.
I swallow hard, realizing this is actually happening, and shaking my head, I tell him, “No. I’m on birth control. And I was tested after—” I don’t want to say it. I can’t.
“It’s okay,” he whispers, and I relax, nodding again.
Brookes groans, his hand wrapping around the back of my head and pulling me closer to claim my lips once more. “Fuck, I’m gonna make you feel so damn good, baby,” he murmurs into my mouth, sealing his promise with another filthy kiss.
And, laying back, I wrap my arms around his neck as he positions himself between my thighs, staring into my eyes in a way that I’ve never been looked at before, in a way that makes me realize this is so much more than just sex.
CHAPTER 42
BROOKES
It takes every last waning sliver of willpower I have not to lose my shit, blow my load, and come prematurely all over Poppy’s belly. Gritting my teeth, I grip my cock so fucking hard, rubbing the flared head up and down her soaked slit, getting my dick nice and wet while also getting her used to the feel of my cock touching her.
She’s wet as hell. In fact, she’s so damn wet, she thought she peed; I didn’t have the heart to tell her she squirted. It was hot as hell, and I want to make her squirt again and again. But I know I need to ease her into this. All that matters is she is so fucking ready for me because I’m a big boy—it’s a blessing and curse sometimes. But the last thing I want to do is rush anything and risk hurting her. I need to go slow, even if it kills me.
Staring down into Poppy’s dark eyes, I watch them flare when I push just the tip inside. I pull out and rub up and down, purposely grazing her clit as I do, reveling in the sound of her soft gasps.
“Is this okay?” I whisper, nudging in a little more this time.
Her lips form a perfect circle, her breath cutting out, and I claim her mouth with a kiss, pulling out again and teasing herclit a little more with a few intentional taps, swallowing her whimper.
I’m so conscious of all that she’s been through, watching intently for any sign of discomfort, both physically and emotionally. I want her to love this. I want her to love it with me. But I would never force her or push her too far. It’s a careful balancing act when all I want is to thrust my hips, bottom out deep inside of her, and fuck her senseless. I know she’ll love it. Eventually. It’s just going to take time to get there. But they say the journey is half the fun.
“More,” Poppy whispers, staring up into my eyes.
“Yeah?” I check, clenching my teeth as I push a little more this time.
“Yes…” She sighs, her head falling back, eyes closing.
“That’s it, baby,” I praise, pressing a kiss to her temple. “You tell me exactly what you want… what youneed.” I pull out again only to push in a little deeper still. She is tight as hell, almost painfully so, but the sound of her wetness only spurs me on.
“More,” she mutters again, her voice trapped in her throat, all growly and sexy as hell.
“That’s a good girl,” I praise her, so careful as I feed her more of my cock. Ducking down, I attach my lips to the pulse point that drives her crazy, licking and sucking her skin. “Look at you, taking my big fat cock like a good fuckin’ girl.”
Poppy whimpers, her thighs opening wider, allowing me in a little deeper, and I groan as her pussy tightens around me, squeezing around me like a goddamn vise, making it almost impossible to maintain control.
“More,” Poppy pants out. “Please.”
“A little more, baby?” I edge in another inch, grunting at the overwhelming tightness, my eyes rolling back in my head. “Fuck, Pops. Your pussy is a goddamn dream.”
“I want it all, Brookes,” Poppy murmurs. “Please, give it to me.”
