18
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Walker
Isit in the chair, glaring forward, staring at absolutely nothing. I keep my mouth shut because anything that comes out of my mouth won’t be nice. That’s for fucking sure.
I got back an hour ago, only to learn from Hudson that Poppy received a threatening phone call last night and that even though the attackers think she’s meeting them later, they’ll be caught before then.
All of this shit happened minutes before my game ended. And neither Hudson nor Poppy filled me the fuck in. In fact, I talked to her on the phone not long after it happened. She sounded fine. She mentioned nothing about that phone call.
“Are you going to continue sulking, or can we go about our day?” she calls from the kitchen.
When I don’t answer, she walks into the living room, and I keep my eyes hard as I glare at her. Her bruises are now a yellowish hue, slowly fading from her skin. And from the way she moves, I can tell that her body is much less sore than it was when I left for Ohio a few days ago.
“You should have told me,” I snarl, avoiding her and keeping my hands on the armrest and looking away from her. “I know damn well Hudson would have. But I guarantee you didn’t let him.”
“You’re right,” she says calmly. “I did ask him not to tell you. Because, for once, I wanted you to enjoy something.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I see her across the living room. “You can be mad all you want, big guy. I’m not sorry for caring enough to want you to enjoy your win with the team.”
I snap my eyes to her, narrowing them. “I’m so fucking pissed right now, Poppy.”
Taking a few steps forward, she shrugs her shoulders. “What do I have to do to make it up to you?” she coos in a breathy tone. “Tell me, and I’ll do it.”
I stare at her in her baby-blue tank top and matching cotton shorts. Through her shirt, I can see her tits perfectly, and my cock twitches.
“Get on your hands and knees and fucking crawl to me,” I growl slowly. “Crawl across the rug, to my feet and beg for me to forgive you enough to give you my cock.”
Poppy has never been one to do what she’s told. I expect her to argue or sass me. Instead, she sinks to the floor, gets on all fours, and crawls to me. Her eyes never break contact with mine, and she tilts her chin up when she’s at my feet. “Please, forgive me. I didn’t want to ruin your night. You deserved to celebrate with your teammates,” she whispers as her tank top hangs forward, giving me a direct view of her tits.
I swallow a groan before it escapes my lips.
“You’re going to suck my cock. You’re going to make me come, but don’t you even think for a second that I’m going to let that greedy pussy of yours do the same,” I hiss before I push forward to stand and pull my sweatpants down enough to let my cock spring free.
She looks at my dick, still on all fours, as her eyes grow hooded. But when she starts to lift her hands, I shake my head.
“Nope. You stay on your hands and knees, my little whore,” I grumble. “Now, open up that deceitful mouth and suck on my dick.”
Keeping her back arched, she leans forward, bringing me into her mouth slowly. Now that her lip is healed, I jerk my hips forward, plunging deep into her throat and making her gag. Normally, I wouldn’t consider being this rough with her, but she lied, and I need her to know I’m angry about that.
But the thing is, she fucking loves it. She gags slightly before moaning.
“Maybe I read it wrong, huh, Poppyseed. Maybe sucking my dick is too much of a reward for you. You don’t deserve a reward right now.”
She moves her lips up and down my cock, soaking my length and making it impossible for me to force her to stop.
I watch her hand lift from the floor and move it between her legs. Pulling my cock out of her mouth, I reach down and grip her chin.
“Don’t even think about touching yourself, P. Hands on the floor. Don’t make me ask again.”
Whimpering, she does as she was told.
“Look how fucking turned on you are. Just like I said, sucking my dick is too rewarding for you. We can’t have that, can we?”
Standing up straighter, I tease her by brushing the tip of my dick over her lips and along her cheek. But instead of sliding back between her plump, now-reddened lips, I palm myself. Sliding my hand back and forth, just half an inch from her face.
“Walker,” she whimpers, moving her mouth closer to my cock. “Please—”
I continue to jerk my dick, glaring down at her. “Please what, Poppyseed?” I bark.
“Please…let me. Let me…”
Her lips part, and she stares up at me. I’m so fucking turned on that I can hardly keep myself from blowing my load all over her face right now to teach her a lesson. Then again, she’d probably like that too.
“Say the words, angel.” I tilt my chin up. “Say it like a good fucking girl who wants a mouthful of my cum.”
“Please, let me suck your dick,” she says, somewhere between a whine and a growl, and I love it when I see a pinkish hue fill her cheeks.
Shaking my head, I make a tsk noise at her. “No, you’ve been too deceitful for that. Instead, I’m going to fuck your mouth. Hard, too, so be ready to gag and breathe through your nose. You won’t have an ounce of control, and here’s your warning to hold still and take it. Because the second you try to take the reins, I’m going to pull my cock from your lips, and I’ll fuck my hand and come all over your face. Because right now, this isn’t for you.” I glide my cock into her mouth slowly. “Do you understand?”
Her big eyes stare up at me, and she nods once.
“Good girl,” I growl, pushing myself further down her throat, loving the feel of it closing around me.
She’s begging for air before I pull back. Her body moves back and forth slightly with every thrust of my hips, but she tries her best to stay rooted to the floor.
“Look at you,” I murmur, barely choking the words out because it feels so good and looks even fucking better. “Swallowing my cock, taking every inch like a good girl.” I fist her hair gently, not wanting to hurt her. “Are you a little whore for my cock?”
She moans on my length, her eyebrows pulling together as I pull my dick from her mouth.
“Answer me, Poppy.”
“Y-yes,” she moans.
“But only for me, right, baby?”
“Only for you,” she whimpers. “Always for you.”
“That’s right,” I snap, thrusting myself back into her mouth and making her gag. “No other man has ever fucked this mouth.”
I stop myself before saying anything else. What I want to say is no other man will ever fuck this mouth. But that’d be a lie. What’s she supposed to do, wait for me forever?
I fucking wish she would.
I don’t warn her when I lose it and come into her mouth, trembling as her eyes stare up at me, and I watch her throat swallow me down. She keeps her tongue cupped on me as my hips jerk slower and slower until I’m fucking spent. And once she pulls back, I wait a solid few seconds, making her believe that I’m really going to punish her by leaving her hanging while I know she’s fucking soaking wet.
Pulling her to stand, I tear her clothes from her body until she’s completely bare. Reaching between her legs, I slide my fingers into her heat, and my breath hitches.
“That fucking wet from tasting my dick?” I swallow down a moan before I take a few steps to the couch and slide my back down so that I’m only half on it. “Come here and sit on my face,” I demand. “Grab the back of the couch and fucking ride my face until you come all over my tongue.”
Her thighs squeeze together before she takes a few shaky steps and straddles me. Moving her body up, I can tell she’s nervous, so I reach around and grip her ass, pulling her upward until she’s sitting directly on my face.
“I fucked your mouth; it’s your turn to fuck mine,” I grunt before my tongue pokes out to taste her. She’s so fucking wet that she soaks my face right away. “Come on. Ride my fucking face, baby. Fuck my tongue. I’m starving.”
Slowly, her hips start to move, my tongue working right with them. And after a moment or two, the shyness wears off, and she grips the back of the couch and rides my face like she’s a bull rider.
Her ass bounces up and down on my chin, and she cries out as I eat her pussy like a fucking meal. I drag my hands down her body, gripping the backs of her legs, and hold on tight as she thrusts forward and back. Finally, I feel her tighten around me, and against my tongue, I feel her pulsating.
“Walker,” she moans slowly. “Walker, oh…my…God.”
Her movements get faster as she bucks against my face while she continues to cry out my name like I’m God and she fucking worships me just before she slows, her entire body trembling.
Moving down my body, she buries her face into my neck. “Thank you,” she breathes. “That was…yeah.”
I hold on to her, feeling her heart racing against mine. I never was all that mad, I guess.
Maybe I just wanted to punish her a little.
“So…when are we leaving?” she asks nervously.
“To go where?”
“You know…to meet the attackers to pay them.”
I pull back, looking at her. “Poppyseed, I’d never let you ever meet those scumbags.”
“But what about—”
“Shh,” I say, stopping her. “Trust me, in the next few hours, they won’t be thinking about that money. And you won’t have to worry about them anymore either.”
She relaxes against me, and I listen to her breathing softly.
“What’s going to happen to them?” she whispers.
Rubbing my fingertips up and down her back, I rest my head against hers. “Let’s just see how it all plays out, okay? But no matter what, they’ll never hurt you again.”
No one will ever hurt my girl again.
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Poppy
After showering and putting on a pair of sweatpants and Walker’s hoodie that basically hangs to my knees, I walk out of the bedroom and find him on the couch.
I silently giggle because, to be honest, I’m not sure I’ll ever look at a couch the same—especially that couch. At first, it felt a little awkward to literally…take a seat on his face. But once I let myself enjoy it…holy shitballs, I can feel my heart fluttering, just thinking about it.
He grins at me as if reading my thoughts, and I bite my lip.
Holding the remote in one hand and Sour Punch Straws in the other, he shrugs slyly. “So, here’s the thing. Hudson called me the dude from Pretty Woman, and I don’t have a clue what the fuck that means. Well, aside from there’s a hooker in it. So, we’re watching it.”
“First off, you got me one of my favorite candies?” I grin before walking toward him. “Second, you and I? We’re going to watch what could debatably be the biggest chick flick in the history of movies.”
“I mean, I guess we don’t have to. I could always go hit the gym and—”
“No!” I yell, practically leaping onto the couch and curling up beside him. “No. A movie sounds great.”
Throwing his arm around me, he plays with my hair softly before kissing the top of my head. “Let’s see if I’m Edward. The rich, hooker-loving fella.”
I shoot him a glare before twisting his nipple. “Shut up.”
This feels good. This feels…just like it did before.
Before he left me the first time.