Rough fingers circle my nipples. “So fucking beautiful, Poppy.” His warm breath fans my neck, sending another tingle down my spine. “Do you know how many times I’ve thought about your naked body in my home, where you belong?”
Belong? Do I belong here? I’ve always wanted to have a permanent place to call home.
His palm smooths over the curves of my soft stomach. “Your belly filled with my seed.” His hand slips lower. I gasp when he squeezes the plump mound between my thighs. “This pussy stuffed with my cock at every given opportunity.”
He tugs on the tampon, pulling it out and stepping on the pedal of the bin near the sink. “Bend over, Red. And spread those legs. I want to see that little puckered bud between your cheeks.”
I do as he asks with shaky limbs, spreading my legs wide, though with the size of my ass cheeks, I doubt he can see anything without spreading those, too.
He soothes a palm down my spine, pushing me down flat against the counter. “Relax. I’ll get you ready for me, baby.” His large hand snatches the oil on the counter.
I flinch when he pours the oily liquid at the base of my spine, then with slick hands works it between my cheeks over the tight bud of my ass. A moan escapes my lips as he massages me there where nobody else has ever touched. “Dom.”
“Yes, Poppy.”
“I’ve never done that before.”
“Do you like it?” He pushes a finger through the tight muscle.
My body tenses. “Yes.”
“Tell me how much you like it. Tell me what you want, beautiful fox.” His other hand strokes my clit, using my slickness to lather me up and run circles around me.
“More.”
“More what, baby. You need to be specific.”
“More of everything, Dom. Fill me up. Make me come on your cock while you finger my ass.”
“Good girl.” He guides himself into me with a deep groan. He removes his finger, only to replace it with his thick thumb, while the rest of his palm and fingers dig into my cheek. “Such a greedy, dirty fox, wanting to cream up my cock.”
A cry of pleasure leaves my lips each time he thrusts into me, slow and steady, but with his thumb gently moving inside me. I’ve never been more full, content and so desperate to orgasm. His other hand reaches around me to strum my clit, playing me like a musical instrument, making me sing with songs of pleasure.
“Don’t come yet, baby. I want us to come together.”
“Dom, I can’t hold it when you do that.”
“Do what? This?” He wiggles his thumb inside me and thrusts deeper than he has before, dragging his cock along the sensitive flesh inside me.
My eyes roll back in my head. “I’m almost there Dom. Please.”
He thrusts faster. Working his thumb harder, I realise there will never be another man for me. Even if he locked me up in this lodge, I’d agree to anything right now. Lock me up and throw away the key. As long as he fucks me like this every day, I’d be happy.
“All right, Poppy. Come.”
Hearing him give permission fills me with ecstasy, and I detonate, pulsing around his cock and his thumb. He grunts out his release. My entire body convulses with aftershocks.
I sag against the kitchen worktop, the bags of groceries littered all around us, but I’m so sedated my limbs won’t work properly.
Dom leans over me, his cock still buried deep. “I want nothing more than to carry you to bed and stay there with you, but I have to go out.”
“Again?” I snap my head to the side.
“I’ll try not to be long.” He kisses my back, his lips move south till he reaches my pillowy cheeks, then he sucks like he’s giving me a hickey. “Fuck, I love this ass.” He moves to the side and bites into my fleshy hips, causing a yelp.
Dark eyes flash to mine, though they’re no longer on fire, more smouldering. “I’ll get a cloth to clean you up.”
“I’ll just take a shower.” As much as I want to feel his hands on me again, I do need a shower.
