Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 134961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 675(@200wpm)___ 540(@250wpm)___ 450(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 675(@200wpm)___ 540(@250wpm)___ 450(@300wpm)
I thread my fingers deeper into her hair, guiding her to take me deeper.
“That’s it, baby,” I praise, my breath ragged, my control slipping with every perfect movement of her mouth. “Just like that.”
She hums in response, her hands tightening on my thighs, her nails digging in slightly. The sensation of her mouth wrapped around me, her tongue teasing and swirling, her throat tightening as she takes more of me - it’s almost too much.
Almost.
But I won’t let it end just yet.
I let out a sharp breath, my grip in her hair shifting, slowing her movements. She lets out a small, impatient whimper, her brows furrowing as she flicks her gaze up to mine.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” I smirk, tilting my head, feigning confusion.
She glares at me - her mouth still full of my cock, her brown eyes flashing.
I chuckle darkly at the sight as I move my free hand towards her face, my thumb brushing over the swell of her cheek.
“Now you know how I felt earlier.”
She lets out a low, muffled sound of protest that vibrates over my entire length, and I can’t fight back my groan, my fingers flexing in her hair instinctively as my jaw clenches.
Fucking hell.
I swear I could watch her like this forever - kneeling before me, looking up at me through those thick lashes, her lips stretched around me, her cheeks flushed with exertion and desire.
“Poppy,” I grit out, my voice rough, nearly desperate.
She hums again, dragging her tongue along my length as she pulls back slightly, the sensation nearly sending me over the edge.
“You really are the best kind of trouble, aren’t you?”
She grins around my dick.
And just like that, I lose every ounce of restraint I had left.
I tighten my grip in her hair, guiding her movements exactly how I want, and as soon as I feel her start to match my rhythm, I can’t hold back.
I push deeper - enough to feel her throat constrict around me as she moans.
Fuck. Me.
I brace one hand against the door behind me, my jaw clenched, my entire body strung so goddamn tight I might snap.
She’s good.
Too good.
The way she moves, the way she looks at me like she knows exactly what she’s doing, like she knows exactly how wrecked I am -
It’s fucking lethal.
“Look at you,” I murmur, my voice a deep rasp. “So fucking beautiful. So fucking eager.”
Her tongue presses firmly against me, swirling and stroking and covering me in her saliva as she moves. Her hands grip my thighs, her perfectly manicured nails sink into the fabric of my pants, and when her eyes flick up - wide and completely ruined - I swear I almost come on the spot.
“Fuck, Poppy -”
It takes everything in me to hold back.
My fingers tighten in her hair, tilting her head just enough to make her take me deeper, and she moans around my cock, the vibration sending a violent shudder through my body.
I brace both hands on the back of her head now, keeping her exactly where I want her, letting her feel every inch of me.
“You’re taking me so well,” I groan, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I thrust my hips into her mouth. “Knew you would.”
She moans again, the sound muffled. Her breath is hot against my skin, and my knees damn near buckling at the feeling.
“Shit,” I pant, my eyes squeezing tight.
I’m close. So close.
But I don’t want this to be over just yet.
I want to drag it out, want to feel her, want to watch her on her knees for as long as I possibly can.
I slow her down all over again, tightening my grip on her hair and pulling back just slightly, forcing her to look up at me.
She lets out a needy, muffled whimper, her brows furrowing in frustration.
“You want it that bad?” I smirk.
She nods, her lips still wrapped around me, her eyes shining with something wicked, something devastating; and fuck. That’s it.
I snap.
I let go.
My hands tighten, my hips thrust forward, and I move harder, faster, deeper.
She gasps around me, but she doesn’t stop, doesn’t pull away.
She takes it all, lets me take her.
Her nails dig in to my thighs, her body pressing into me as she moves in perfect sync, and when she snakes one of her hands between my legs and uses it to cup me there, I lose my fucking mind.
“Poppy,” I growl, my breath ragged, my pulse roaring in my ears.
She just hums in response - it’s hardly as though she can do much more, since her mouth is very much full of me - and I feel it everywhere.
I clench my jaw, every muscle in my body coiled so tight I can barely breathe.
“Fuck,” I continue, my voice low and wrecked, my fingers flexing in her hair. “You feel so fucking good.”