Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Her tits weren't big, but fuck if they weren’t absolutely perfect for my hands and mouth. Lowering my head, I captured one hardened nipple between my lips, sucking deep with a rumble of pleasure. I nibbled and teased, alternating between tender swipes of my tongue and sharper tugs of my teeth. My other hand continued to toy with her neglected breast, twisting and pinching the peak until she whimpered softly beneath me, her hips arching restlessly off the bed.
Keeping my mouth latched onto her nipple, my hand slipped lower, grazing the waistband of her panties before dipping beneath the lace. I dragged a finger slowly between her slick folds, groaning against her skin as I found her soaked with need.
“Fuck, baby,” I growled, lifting my head to stare into her glazed eyes. “Already so soaked for me. Love how ready you are.”
I gave her nipple a final flick of my tongue and continued my descent down her body, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along her trembling abdomen. My hands hooked into her panties, tugging them smoothly down her thighs before discarding them onto the floor. As I climbed back up the bed, she muttered something that sounded adorably frustrated.
“What did you say?” I asked, smirking.
She huffed. “You’re still wearing way too many clothes.”
I chuckled. “Not wrong, baby.”
Jumping to my feet, I quickly removed my cut, shirt, and jeans. Without any boxers, my cock sprang free—thick, heavy, and achingly hard. I caught her wide-eyed stare as she took in the full sight of me, her lips parting in shock with a hint of trepidation.
“Don’t worry,” I assured her gently, despite the fierce hunger surging inside me. “Gonna fit together perfectly.”
She nodded and swallowed nervously, her eyes still a little apprehensive even as they darkened with desire. I almost smiled, knowing by the time I actually sank into her, she’d be so needy and consumed with pleasure she wouldn’t even think twice about her fear.
Settling between her thighs, I spread her open with my thumbs, staring down at the slick, glistening flesh before me with a filthy appreciation.
“Look at you, baby,” I rasped, my voice thick with hunger. “So damn wet and fucking perfect. This pretty pussy was made for me.”
I didn’t hesitate, dipping my head to devour her. My tongue swept hungrily between her drenched folds, tasting her sweetness and teasing her clit mercilessly. I grasped her hips firmly, holding her steady as she bucked against me, moaning and gasping while I worked her expertly with my mouth. I pushed her quickly to the edge, felt her tighten, then shattered her with a flick of my tongue. She cried with pleasure as her thighs shook violently against my shoulders.
But I didn’t give her a chance to recover. Without slowing, I built her back up again, driving her higher and higher until she trembled beneath me. And just as she approached that next peak, I withdrew, leaving her dangling on the precipice of release.
Her breathing was ragged, her eyes wide and desperate. I smiled darkly as I moved up the bed, covering her body with mine. My hips settled between her thighs, notching the thick, swollen head of my cock at her entrance. Teasing but not yet entering her yet, forcing Poppy to remain exactly where I wanted her—right on the edge, desperate and aching for more.
“There’s one thing I need you clear on, baby,” I rasped, staring deep into her hazel eyes. They were glassy with desire, clouded by the ache I’d carefully built up, but I needed her to hear me first. It took every shred of my self-control to hold back. “I’m not looking for temporary with you. When I pop your cherry, that’s it. No going back. You’re mine, and there won’t be anyone else. Ever.”
Her eyes widened slightly, the lust momentarily chased by surprise, quickly softened with a trust that punched straight into my chest. She drew a ragged breath and nodded, her voice soft but sure. “I’m yours.”
My control snapped, the raw possessiveness and relief mixing into something explosive as I sealed my mouth over hers. I kissed her until she writhed beneath me again, desperate and needy. My tongue tangled with hers, and I swallowed her gasps. Her breathy moans only fueled my raging hunger. When I finally broke the kiss, her heaving chest was flushed. She was beautifully wrecked by desire.
I slid my hips forward in one powerful thrust, plunging into her tight, untouched heat. Her virginity gave way, her innocence surrendering to my claim as I buried myself as deep as possible.
Poppy cried out, her eyes squeezed shut, and a couple of tears leaked from beneath her lashes. The momentary pain twisted something fierce and protective inside me, making my jaw clench as I forced myself to stay still, giving her time to adjust. Remaining motionless was almost unbearable, every nerve screaming at me to move—to fuck, to possess—but I held on, determined not to rush her.