Her tits are amazing.
Round.
High.
Perfect.
I want to suck them and fuck them and spend all my time staring at them…
“Want me to touch you?” she whispers in a sultry purr, the sound alone makes my hips jerk, a strangled sound tearing from my throat.
“Yes.” I nod enthusiastically. “Fuck, yes.”
Poppy leans closer, her breath warm against my jaw, and her fingers slide up, up, until they’re hooking beneath the waistband of my boxers.
My heart slams against my ribs, my cock throbbing so hard it’s painful, and she’s right there, so close, lips brushing my ear as she whispers, “Then show me.”
Show me.
I can’t move.
Can’t think.The only thing keeping me grounded is the feel of her hands on me, sliding beneath the fabric, pulling it down, down, until my boxers are around my knees and I’m bare to her.
Poppy’s eyes drop, taking in the sight of my dick, and her tongue slips out to wet her lips, her breathing going shallow.
My entire body tenses, every nerve ending firing at once as she reaches for me… fingers wrap around my length… soft and warm and perfect…
Oh fuck, oh fuck…
I watch as she lowers her head. Runs her tongue over the base of my cock, eyes on mine.
“Let me watch,” she whispers again. “I want to see you stroke it the way you were jerking off the other night.” She pauses. “Please.”
My nod is jerky.
My breathing goes shallow, each inhale and exhale heavy and uneven as I grip myself, wrapping my hand around the base, the heat of my palm a poor substitute for hers.
But she makes up for it by touching herself as I stroke myself, pumping slowly, dragging my hand up and down, each stroke a tease, a torment, every nerve in my body lighting up like a live wire.
Poppy leans back, hand sliding down her stomach. Fingers playing with herself as she watches me.
I can’t look away.
Can’t think. My hand tightens around my cock, pumping faster, harder, the slick, hot slide of it sending sparks shooting down my spine. Every nerve ending is on fire, and all I can focus on is her—how close she is, how her breath fans over my jaw, how her eyes stay locked on mine, dark and heavy and full of things I can’t even name.
“Just like that...”
My hips jerk, a strangled moan escaping me as I tighten my grip, pumping faster, harder, the tension building, coiling, a heat spreading from my spine to the base of my skull.
I’m close. Too close. So close I can taste it, feel it right there, seconds away from unraveling completely, from losing it right in front of her.
“Should I suck your dick, hmm?” she asks. “Would you like that?”
I…
I…
I would.
