I look up through my watery eyes. Gagging around his length each time he works it in my throat a little more.
“Relax your muscles. You can take it all. I know you can.” He wipes the tears from my eyes, and I nod, swallowing around him as I relax my throat. “Good girl.”
I moan around him, my voice vibrating around his dick. I should be annoyed, but I’m so so wet.
“Play with your clit, Red. I want to see you finger fuck yourself while gagging on my dick.”
Oh, my gosh. This man. With one hand, I reach between my slick thighs and circle my swollen nub with my fingers. Another moan vibrates in my mouth as I work my finger inside, rocking my hips to rub against the palm of my hand.
“Are you wet? Is your dirty little cunt getting off on this?” He growls out the words. His thighs tremble, and I know he’s close.
I nod, still moaning around him.
“Show me. Show me those slick fingers.”
I lift my hand, slick with my arousal, so thick it webs between my fingers. Dom grips my wrist, then bends down to lick my digits clean. Then, with no warning, he slips out of my mouth, then spanks my ass as he moves around the bed. Before I know it he’s rutting into me from behind.
Another quick spank on my ass cheek stings.
“What are you thinking about now, little fox? And you don’t you dare say food.”
“I—” My brain is a jumbled mess. I can’t actually form words, let alone think of anything. My limbs ache, my ass burns and my throat is dry, but my vag makes up for the dessert in my mouth.
He slaps me again, along with a punishing thrust.
“You. You and your thick cock, filling me up, is all I’m thinking about.” My walls clench around him. I’m close, but I’m not sure if I’m allowed to come. What the fuck am I talking about? Since when did I need permission to come from a man?
“Good girl, my good little pet. Now play with your clit and cream me up.”
As soon as he says those words, I reach between my legs and circle my bud again. Within two strokes, I detonate with a loud mewl that sounds more like a wild animal than any sound I’ve ever made before.
Dom’s groans drown out my mating call. His legs shake behind me, and he pants out my name as he gets his breath, accentuating each syllable. “Poppy.” He scoops me up with one arm, pulling me upright so I’m on my haunches and my back is against his chest.
His lips press against the side of my face. “Now I’m gonna eat my sandwich, baby, right after I’ve had your mouth.” He kisses me again, tilting my face to meet his lips. It’s gentle, and every bit loving as before. Like I said, I want all the sides of Dom, every single one of them. But the more I learn about him, the higher I’m going to fall when all this comes crashing down on me, because nothing is ever permanent.
25
POPPY
When I wake, smouldering brown eyes gaze upon me from Dom’s side of the bed. His hands tuck under his pillow, though I feel him all over me as his gaze rakes over my skin. I reach my arm out to feel the rough bristles of his jaw, the ones that left a rash all over my skin last night as we made love. Well before he fucked me into next week.
A smile plays on my lips.
“What is that naughty little curve on your lips for? What are you thinking about in that beautiful head?”
I bite my lip as my smile grows wider. A blush paints my cheeks with the heat of last night’s memories. “Nothing.”
He reaches his long arm towards me under the duvet, then hooks his hand between my thighs and yanks my whole body towards him until my breasts squash against his chest. “That’s better.”
His knee pushes between my thighs as he wraps both arms around me. Our legs tangle together, arms wrapping around each other. The scent that’s only him envelops me; a day old spicy aftershave, mixed with sweat, tobacco, sex, and me.
He nuzzles into my neck, inhaling the scent of my hair. “Now tell me what you were thinking about, Red, before I spank these luscious cheeks.” He gives my ass a squeeze.
“I was just thinking of last night.” I kiss the side of his face, his stubbly jaw scratching against my delicate skin causes a moan to slip from my mouth.
His voice rumbles out a sigh of approval. “If I had my way, I’d have you like that every night, and I’d wake up like this every morning.”
“I like the sound of that.”
