I understand she’s never heard me so much as curse…
I don’t give a shit.
I’m so close to sliding in, to burying myself deep and forgetting everything but how tight and hot she is.
Lips parted, her gaze darting down to where I’m still grinding against her, to the wet, swollen mess we’re making…
I lean down, kissing her hard, swallowing the needy little sound she makes as my cock slides lower, pressing against her entrance.
“Do it,” she gasps, her legs wrapping around my waist, heels digging into my ass, dragging me closer. “I want to feel all of you.”
I push forward, the swollen, aching head of my erection pressing against her, sinking in inch by inch… so tight… so wet…
It’s a miracle I don’t come right there.
“Christ,” I rasp, my forehead pressing against hers, my breaths coming out in harsh, ragged pants. Every muscle in my body is strung tight, every nerve ending screaming as her pussy flutters around me, squeezing, milking, pulling me deeper.
Poppy’s head falls back, her mouth dropping open, a raw, desperate moan spilling out as she clenches around me, her pussy fluttering, squeezing me so tight I can barely breathe.
“You feel so good,” she whimpers. “So good.”
“Fuck,” I grit out, my hips rocking, my cock throbbing inside her, every nerve ending on fire. “Holy shit you’re tight…”
Blessedly so.
It feels unreal.
Her legs wrap around my waist, heels digging into my ass, dragging me closer, deeper, and I bury myself to the hilt, grinding against her, feeling her walls flutter around me, clenching, pulling me in.
“You’re so deep,” she gasps, eyes flying open, dark and wild, pupils blown as she looks up at me, her lips trembling. “So hard.”
“Yeah?” I growl, my hand slipping between us, thumb finding her clit, circling it in slow, firm strokes that make her cry out, whole body arching up into me. “You like my big dick?”
The words tumble out of my mouth—I have no idea where they came from.
“Y-yes…” she moans.
I groan, my hips snapping harder, faster, my cock slamming into her, every wet, filthy stroke sending sparks zinging down my spine.
“Are you gonna come all over my cock?”
She nods. “I’m so close.”
My hands go up, pressing against the headboard as I grind my hips into her, driving deeper… deeper… hanging my head so I can see her face. Look into her eyes.
“Look at me,” I demand, voice rough as gravel, my gaze locked on hers. “Look at me while you come. I want to see it. Show me how bad you need it.”
Her eyes fly open, her pupils blown, lips swollen and parted as her breath comes out in ragged, desperate pants.
“I’m g-gonna come,” she sobs, her nails sinking into my skin, her pussy clenching, fluttering, tightening around me. “Fuck, Turner. Uhhh… I’m gonna come. Don’t stop. Don’t stop…”
“Come for me,” I rasp, thrusting, thrusting, thrusting… thumb pressing her clit, circling it faster as I grind deep, filling her completely, holding her down as she shatters beneath me.
Heat pools at the base of my spine, my balls tightening, my cock throbbing inside her, and then I’m there, everything snapping, coming apart as my release tears through me like a fucking freight train.
“Oh, fuck, oh… fuckkk,” I grit out, my head falling forward, forehead pressing against hers, my hands fisting the sheets on either side of her head as I spill inside her, hot and thick and endless.
So much come…
