Chapter 32
Nick
Imake a choking sound. Holy hell, is it hot hearing Poppy tell me exactly what she wants.
And hearing her say the word pussy.
I’m willing to bet that’s not a word this good girl says very often. But she says it for me.
“Would that be okay?” Her voice is shy and sweet and sexy all at once, I can hardly take it.
I kiss the hinge of her jaw, relishing the way she shivers. “More than okay. Do you know how long I’ve been dying to taste you, Poppy?”
She whimpers as I kiss the delicate slope of her neck and down her chest. I push her shirt up and kiss her stomach.
“You can take my shirt off if you want,” she rasps.
I smile against her silky skin, then lean up and look her in the eyes. “Do you want me to take your shirt off, Poppy? Because as much as I want to see you naked, I don’t want to unless you want me to.”
She swallows hard and nods. “Yes.”
I prop up on my knees and pull up her shirt. She leans up, slipping it over her head. I gawk at her gorgeous body with hungry eyes. Her peaches and cream skin, the smooth plane of her tummy, her full tits, the ample curve of her hips.
Fuck.
“So pretty,” I murmur as I gently cup her boobs in my hands. “You are so fucking pretty, Poppy.”
She looks at me, her eyes shy. “I know I’m not as in shape as you are…”
“Don’t you dare do that.”
“Do what?”
“Talk yourself down. You’re stunning. Beautiful. Gorgeous.”
I glance down at my dick, then look at her again. “See how hard I am for you, honey?”
The shyness fades from her eyes, and she nods.
I grab her hand and press it against the front of my pants.
“Feel that?”
She nods again, holding my gaze.
“It’s all for you, Poppy.”
I lean down and run my tongue over her nipple, smiling when she gasps and moans. I work my tongue over and over until she’s panting. Then I move over to her other nipple and do the same. She tugs her hand through my hair, her noises getting more and more desperate by the second.
I kiss down her stomach again. “Prettiest tits I’ve ever seen in my life,” I murmur as I settle between her legs.
I hook my thumbs over the sides of the pink cotton panties she’s wearing. I smile at the wet spot on her crotch.
“So fucking hot,” I mutter before pulling them down her legs.
“It’s been a while since I’ve done this,” she says.
“Oh yeah?”
She nods. “Brody didn’t really like doing…this.”
Anger flickers inside of me. Selfish prick.
“I fucking love it,” I growl. When I see how pink and wet her pussy is, my cock throbs and my mouth waters.
I give her one slow, long lick along her soaking wet slick.
She gasps and tugs at the bedsheets. “Oh wow…”
I kiss the inside of her thigh. “I’ve only just started.”
“Yeah, but that felt really good.”
I give her another slow, long lick, ending at her clit. She cries out, then covers her mouth with her hand.
A smug feeling courses through me. Her body is so sensitive. And she’s loud.
This is going to be really, really fun.
“Do you come easily when someone goes down on you?” I ask.
She bites her lip and nods.
I lick my lips and hold her gaze. “Good girl.”
I lick her pussy again, groaning at how wet and sweet she is. Goddamn, she tastes so good.
I spend a minute teasing her, giving her slow, long licks, only teasing her clit a little. Each time, I feel her clit pulse against my tongue.
I groan at how turned on she is. Fuck.
I flick my tongue softly over her clit, keeping a slow, steady rhythm.
“Oh my god, Nick…yes…just like that…keep doing that…” Her voice is desperate and whiny as she pleads.
She runs her fingers through my hair, tugging harder and harder. Soon she’s got both of her hands in my hair, and she’s grinding on my face. I let out a rough sound. It’s so fucking hot feeling this good girl go wild.
“That’s it, honey. Grind that sweet pussy all over my mouth,” I order. She’s on the verge of falling off the cliff, I can feel it.
A minute later, it happens. She doesn’t just fall; she fucking plummets.
Her body thrashes between me and the bed as she screams and moans. The whole time, I keep flicking my tongue over her clit in that steady, soft rhythm.
When she starts to come down, she pushes my face away.
I kiss the inside of her thigh before leaning up on my knees to look at her.
Her skin flushes the prettiest shade of pink, and her sandy blonde hair is scattered all over my pillows.
Her eyes are hazy and unfocused, and she’s breathing so hard.
She’s totally wrecked and so fucking beautiful.
I kiss back up her body, then her lips. “Feeling okay?” I ask.
Her gaze focuses as she looks at me. “I can’t move. That was…oh my god, Nick.”
She thumbs my lip. I grin, then lick her fingertips.
“Your tongue is lethal,” she says. I move back down her body.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“Going down on you again.” I settle between her legs and run my knuckles softly up her wet slit.
She gasps. “B-But why?”
“Because you really came fast and you deserve a reward.”
Her mouth parts open, and she props up on her elbows. “Wait, you want to do it again?”
I nod. I kiss her thigh. “I love eating pussy, Poppy. It’s my favorite thing to do in bed.”
“Oh…” She looks surprised.
“Why are you so surprised by that?”
She shrugs. “Brody didn’t really like it, so I figured other guys wouldn’t either.”
“You’re very, very wrong.”
She bites back a smile.
“Now lie back so I can lick your pussy some more.”