Jesus. Fucking. Christ. Her words and the pleading tone sheuses are almost my undoing. Pulling back to get a good look at her, I meet her heavy-lidded eyes. “You want it all?” I grit out, ever so slowly and carefully grinding my hips to give her a touch more with every thrust.
“Yes, please,” she whines. “Fuck me.”
I stifle a groan. Pushing up, I sit on my knees between her thighs, spreading her open as wide as her legs will allow. Lining up, I gently feed my cock into her pussy, watching her take every inch, checking her face for any sign of pain or discomfort. When I’m halfway in, and I feel her tighten, I rub her clit with my thumb, rolling my hips a touch. She relaxes, and I continue sliding all the way, bottoming out with a groan, my head falling back.
“Oh shit!” Poppy cries out.
I look down at her, at where I’m buried deep inside of her, taking a mental photograph to store for the rest of my fucking life.
“I’m doing it!” she gasps.
“Yeah, you are,” I say with as soft a smile as I can manage right now, my heart swelling. “And you’re doing such a good fucking job taking my dick.”
She groans. “Ohhh… I’m… I’m so full.”
“You sure are, baby,” I husk, rubbing circles over her clit. “And this perfect cunt looks so fuckin’ pretty full of my fat cock.”
Poppy throws her head back, moaning, her sexy body writhing as I start to fuck her with slow, steady, determined pumps of my hips. She touches her breasts, palming them, pinching and tugging on those pretty nipples, her face beautifully contorted in a combination of pleasure and the good kind of pain.
“Oh, fuck, Pops.” I groan, my orgasm hurling toward me, causing the knot of tension at the base of my spine to coil even tighter. I lower myself back down, covering her body with mine, linking a hand under her knee and lifting her leg a little higher.
Poppy grips onto the back of my head, holding me to her and kissing me hard as I pump up into her perfect pussy, hitting her at a slightly different angle. She tears her lips from mine, crying out a guttural sound that’s something crossed between a mewl and a whine and a whimper, and it only encourages me even more because I want to hear those sounds again and again. I want to be the only one to ever hear her pretty sounds.
“Fuck, Pops,” I murmur against her heated skin. “I’m gonna fuckin’ come, baby.”
Sliding my hand down between us, I find her clit, determined to make sure she finishes first. I want to watch her fall over the edge, feel her explode around me while I’m buried deep inside her.
“Come for me, Poppy,” I whisper into her ear, driving up and into her a little harder while tapping my finger against her clit. “I want to feel this pretty pussy come all over my cock.”
“Ohmygod, Brookes,” Poppy pants, her nails tearing at my shoulders.
“I’m here, baby,” I assure her, working her over the crest of her orgasm. “Be a good girl and make a fuckin’ mess for me.”
With a guttural scream, Poppy comes, her body thrashing underneath me, pussy squeezing me and bringing me to my own whimpering, leg-twitching release.
“Shit, baby, your sweet pussy is making me come so fuckin’ hard.” I grunt, stilling deep inside her, unraveling as wave after wave surges through, my release seemingly never ending, ruining me from the inside out.
“Oh my God…” Poppy sighs breathlessly, sagging beneath me, her body trembling with aftershocks.
I bury my face in the crook of her neck, taking a moment to collect myself while breathing her in. Pulling back enough to get a look at her, I’m caught off guard by the glimmer of tears in her eyes, panic tearing through me.
Cupping her cheek, I look down her body, for any evidence I went too far. “Oh, shit, baby. Did I—Did I hurt you?”
With a sniffle, she shakes her head, a smile ghosting her lips despite the tears sliding down her cheeks.
I wipe away one of her tears with the pad of my thumb, searching her eyes. “Why are you crying, Pops?”
“I thought I was—” Her voice wavers, cutting out as a sob bubbles up the back of her throat. Swallowing hard, she sniffs again. “I thought I was broken. I thought I would be forever, but I—” Shaking her head, she smiles again. “I did it. And it was amazing. And… I-I kinda want to do it again.” She giggles through a sob, and it’s in this moment that I realize she’s the most beautiful person, inside and out.
“Fuck, I love you,” I say on a low chuckle, gently sweeping her hair away from her sweat-beaded forehead.
It’s only when I meet Poppy’s eyes again, finding them gaping at me, wide with shock, incredulity, and a flicker of accusation, that I realize what I just said. And the sudden silence ringing in the wake of my words is deafening.
Fuck.
CHAPTER 43
POPPY
