I really fucking would…
“You want that, Turner?” she whispers, her voice a low, sultry rasp. “Want your cum in my mouth?”
“Yes,” I grind out, the word breaking, raw and desperate.
I can do is watch as she lowers her head, her hair falling over her shoulders like a curtain, the strands brushing against my skin.
Her lips hover over me, close enough that I can feel her breath, warm and sweet, and I choke on a groan, my hips jerking up, desperate for her. Desperate to be inside her throat.
But she doesn’t move. Doesn’t touch me. Stays there, eyes locked on mine, a wicked little smile curving her lips.
My cock throbs, head bulging.
Tight.
Hot.
Straining.
Poppy settles her hands on my thighs, and I watch as she kneels forward, humming low and throaty, her mouth dragging lower, her tongue darting out to taste my skin, to tease me, to drive me insane.
“Look at me,” she demands. “I want you to watch.”
I force my eyes open, my gaze dropping to her, and the sight of her—so close, so calm, so in control—sends a fresh wave of heat rushing through me.
And then.
She has me in her throat; down it.
Deep.
Sucking.
I feel her tongue against my shaft and moan loudly, head hitting the headboard behind me.
A hot, naked woman is sucking my dick.
My hands fist in the sheets, knuckles white, every nerve ending in my body lights up, one after another, a chain reaction of heat and tension and misery as she blows me.
I watch as her head bops up and down, mouth sucking in such a way that I’m not going to last another minute. The visual, the sensory, the…the…the…
Oh shit.
Oh fuck…
Her hands go to my balls, kneading. Squeezing and I almost lose my fucking load.
Eyes closed, lashes fluttering, her lips wrap around me, hand moving up and down in slow, torturous strokes as she grips me.
I can’t fucking take it.
My hips buck up, a rough, ragged sound tearing from me, and she tightens her grip on my thighs, holding me down, keeping me in place while her mouth works me, tongue swirling, lips sliding, pressure building.
I’m coming apart. Completely.
“Poppy…” I choke out, my voice wrecked, my chest heaving, my vision blurring at the edges. “Fuck, I’m?—”
She hums around my shaft, a soft, low vibration that sends a shockwave straight through my spine, and my entire body jerks, my hips lifting off the bed, my hands fisting the sheets as the pressure inside me reaches a breaking point.
