“You like it,” he says. “Now be a good girl, Poppy, and turn the fuck around so I can get this dress off you.”
He’s right. I do like it. I never thought I would. But somehow, his bossiness just made me wetter than I already was.
I spin around, and Sammie brushes my hair over my shoulder. His breath warms the back of my neck and his fingers slide the zipper down before the fabric of my dress is pooling around my feet.
“Fuck me,” Sammie growls. A coldness seeps through me when he steps away. “Now turn back around.”
I take my time, doing what he says in nothing but my black lace panties and heels.
Sammie’s gaze runs from my feet up to my face until his eyes are boring into my own. “Fucking perfection,” he says as he shrugs out of his jacket and then starts unbuttoning his shirt. “I hope you’re ready to be awake all night, because I’m going to fucking devour you for as long as you let me.”
“Well, maybe you should get to the devouring part. I have an early flight,” I tell him.
Sammie smiles, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket. He retrieves a strip of three condoms, and I laugh.
“Most guys only carry around one.”
“Most guys are idiots. You think I’m going to waste our one night by only fucking you once?” he asks as his shirt hits the floor before he’s toeing off his shoes.
I step out of my own shoes and climb up onto the bed. Sitting in the middle of it and watching as Sammie undoes his belt, then his pants and with one swoop, he has both his boxers and pants down around his ankles. His dick bobbing free.
My eyes widen. That thing is fucking huge.
“That’s going to hurt so good,” I mumble to myself.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” Sammie says, his brows drawn down in concern.
“Maybe not on purpose, but have you seen the size of your dick?” I ask him.
“Once or twice.” He chuckles while fisting it.
“What kind of deal did you make with the devil? Because all of that…” I wave a hand up and down his body. His very toned, tanned body. There are tattoos decorating his chest and shoulders that look like they wrap around to his back. And thenthere’re those V lines, those dips on his hips that lead straight to his cock. “…is not natural.”
“I didn’t make a deal with the devil, Poppy. I am the devil.” His lips tilt up at one side.
“Well then, I guess I’m about to fuck the devil.”
“No, the devil is about to fuck you.” He climbs onto the bed and pulls on my legs, straightening them out. I fall backwards. Sammie doesn’t waste any time removing my panties. “I need to know.”
“Know what?”
“If you taste as sweet as you fucking smell.”
“Then you best start licking to find out.” I spread my legs wide open for him. Who am I to deny him the answers he seeks?
Sammie’s head settles between my thighs, his tongue slides up through my folds, and my eyes roll backwards.
“Oh god!” I moan as pleasure radiates through me.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” he growls. “And so fucking sweet.”
He grunts before he dives back in, sucking, licking, and nibbling at me until an orgasm hits me at full force. I scream his name as my legs tighten around his head, holding him in place.
When I relax, Sammie makes his way up my body. “That’s one. Keep count, Poppy,” he says.
“Keep count of what?”
“How many orgasms I’m going to give you tonight,” he says confidently.
