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)
Her lips tighten, her movements quicken, her nails dig in harder, and -
My body locks up.
A sharp groan rips from my throat as blinding, white-hot pleasure crashes through me.
I grip her head, my fingers curling deep into her hair as I spill into her mouth, my entire body shuddering with the force of it.
My head tips back against the door, my breath ragged, my skin on fire.
Fuck-ing hell.
For a moment, I can’t move, can’t even think, my body still trembling as I come down.
Then, slowly, I look down.
And I curse.
Poppy is looking up at me through her lashes, her lips swollen, her cheeks flushed. She’s damn near swallowed every last drop, though she’s missed a small amount that trickles down her chin -
Oh.
Oh, but then she catches it with her thumb, her brows furrowed slightly as she peeks at the fluid. Her eyes flicker from me, to her thumb, and then back to me again as she raises it to her lips and sucks.
My brain short-circuits, and despite the fact that I’ve just spilled my entire release down the back of her throat, I feel arousal shoot through me again.
Apparently satisfied that she’s teased me to high heaven, she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. Her tongue flicks out to catch the last of it again, and fuck.
I’m so fucking gone for her.
She tilts her head slightly, a slow, satisfied smirk playing at her lips.
“What do you think?” she asks, her voice husky and smug. “Lesson learned?”
I exhale sharply, shaking my head, my lips twitching into a dangerous grin.
“Oh, mon ange.” I reach down, gripping her chin between my fingers, tilting her face up towards mine. “We’re just getting started.”
Chapter Sixty
Frederic
I grip her chin a little tighter, tilting her face up towards mine, forcing her to hold my gaze.
She looks utterly wrecked - lips swollen, cheeks flushed, eyes still hazy with pleasure.
But there’s something else there, too.
Something defiant. Something that challenges me.
Like she’s proud of herself. Like she thinks she has the upper hand because she made me come first.
No. Fuck that.
I smirk, running my thumb along her lower lip, watching as her breath hitches.
"You look so pretty like this," I murmur, my voice smooth, dangerous. "On your knees for me. Taking everything I give you."
She blinks up at me, her lips parting just slightly, still waiting for whatever I decide to do next.
And fuck, does that do something to me.
I lean down, pressing my lips against the corner of her mouth, dragging them slowly along her jaw.
"You think that was enough?" I ask. Her breath shudders. "You think I’m done with you?"
Her throat bobs as she swallows, and I chuckle.
"Stand up," I command.
She blinks, a little dazed, but she listens, rising to her feet, smoothing down the fabric of her dress.
But before she can get too steady, I grip her waist.
And in one swift motion, I spin her around and press her hard against the door, my body flush against hers, my mouth at her ear.
"You want to act like a brat, Poppy?" I murmur, sliding my hand up her thigh, pushing the hem of her dress higher, higher.
She gasps.
"You want to tease me?"
My fingers slip between her legs, brushing against the soaked lace of her panties, and I groan, my grip tightening.
"Then I think it’s only fair," I mutter, lips brushing the shell of her ear, "that I make you beg for it."
I press against her harder, my cock already stirring back to life at the feeling of her, the smell of her, the way her body molds against mine so fucking perfectly.
Her hands fly to the door in front of her, bracing herself.
"Freddie -"
"No," I cut her off, gripping her hips and rocking against her just enough to make her whimper. "Not yet."
My fingers trace the curve of her hips, slipping beneath the fabric of her dress, dragging it up inch by inch until it’s bunched around her waist.
She whimpers, shifting against me, but I don’t let her move an inch.
"Be patient," I tell her, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck, "or I’ll have to tie you up and teach you some restraint."
My fingers hook into the waistband of her panties, dragging them slowly down her thighs, taking my sweet fucking time.
Poppy squirms, her breath uneven, her body so responsive beneath my touch.
I drag my lips along her exposed shoulder, taking my time, enjoying the way she trembles against me, the way her hands press against the door like she needs to hold onto something -
Like she knows she’s about to lose control.
My hands slip lower, gripping her thighs, spreading them apart just slightly, just enough to make her ache.
She shifts her weight, her breath shaky as I slide a hand between her thighs.
My fingers brush against her soaked, bare skin, and I can’t help but groan at the evidence of just how much she wants this.