Chapter 42
brOOKES
It takes every last waning sliver of willpower I have not to lose my shit, blow my load, and come prematurely all over Poppy’s belly.
Gritting my teeth, I grip my cock so fucking hard, rubbing the flared head up and down her soaked slit, getting my dick nice and wet while also getting her used to the feel of my cock touching her.
She’s wet as hell. In fact, she’s so damn wet, she thought she peed; I didn’t have the heart to tell her she squirted.
It was hot as hell, and I want to make her squirt again and again.
But I know I need to ease her into this.
All that matters is she is so fucking ready for me because I’m a big boy—it’s a blessing and curse sometimes.
But the last thing I want to do is rush anything and risk hurting her. I need to go slow, even if it kills me.
Staring down into Poppy’s dark eyes, I watch them flare when I push just the tip inside. I pull out and rub up and down, purposely grazing her clit as I do, reveling in the sound of her soft gasps.
“Is this okay?” I whisper, nudging in a little more this time.
Her lips form a perfect circle, her breath cutting out, and I claim her mouth with a kiss, pulling out again and teasing her clit a little more with a few intentional taps, swallowing her whimper.
I’m so conscious of all that she’s been through, watching intently for any sign of discomfort, both physically and emotionally.
I want her to love this. I want her to love it with me.
But I would never force her or push her too far.
It’s a careful balancing act when all I want is to thrust my hips, bottom out deep inside of her, and fuck her senseless.
I know she’ll love it. Eventually. It’s just going to take time to get there.
But they say the journey is half the fun.
“More,” Poppy whispers, staring up into my eyes.
“Yeah?” I check, clenching my teeth as I push a little more this time.
“Yes…” She sighs, her head falling back, eyes closing.
“That’s it, baby,” I praise, pressing a kiss to her temple. “You tell me exactly what you want… what you need.” I pull out again only to push in a little deeper still. She is tight as hell, almost painfully so, but the sound of her wetness only spurs me on.
“More,” she mutters again, her voice trapped in her throat, all growly and sexy as hell.
“That’s a good girl,” I praise her, so careful as I feed her more of my cock. Ducking down, I attach my lips to the pulse point that drives her crazy, licking and sucking her skin. “Look at you, taking my big fat cock like a good fuckin’ girl.”
Poppy whimpers, her thighs opening wider, allowing me in a little deeper, and I groan as her pussy tightens around me, squeezing around me like a goddamn vise, making it almost impossible to maintain control.
“More,” Poppy pants out. “Please.”
“A little more, baby?” I edge in another inch, grunting at the overwhelming tightness, my eyes rolling back in my head. “Fuck, Pops. Your pussy is a goddamn dream.”
“I want it all, Brookes,” Poppy murmurs. “Please, give it to me.”
Jesus. Fucking. Christ. Her words and the pleading tone she uses are almost my undoing. Pulling back to get a good look at her, I meet her heavy-lidded eyes. “You want it all?” I grit out, ever so slowly and carefully grinding my hips to give her a touch more with every thrust.
“Yes, please,” she whines. “Fuck me.”
I stifle a groan. Pushing up, I sit on my knees between her thighs, spreading her open as wide as her legs will allow.
Lining up, I gently feed my cock into her pussy, watching her take every inch, checking her face for any sign of pain or discomfort.
When I’m halfway in, and I feel her tighten, I rub her clit with my thumb, rolling my hips a touch.
She relaxes, and I continue sliding all the way, bottoming out with a groan, my head falling back.
“Oh shit!” Poppy cries out.
I look down at her, at where I’m buried deep inside of her, taking a mental photograph to store for the rest of my fucking life.
“I’m doing it!” she gasps.
“Yeah, you are,” I say with as soft a smile as I can manage right now, my heart swelling. “And you’re doing such a good fucking job taking my dick.”
She groans. “Ohhh… I’m… I’m so full.”
“You sure are, baby,” I husk, rubbing circles over her clit. “And this perfect cunt looks so fuckin’ pretty full of my fat cock.”
Poppy throws her head back, moaning, her sexy body writhing as I start to fuck her with slow, steady, determined pumps of my hips.
She touches her breasts, palming them, pinching and tugging on those pretty nipples, her face beautifully contorted in a combination of pleasure and the good kind of pain.
“Oh, fuck, Pops.” I groan, my orgasm hurling toward me, causing the knot of tension at the base of my spine to coil even tighter. I lower myself back down, covering her body with mine, linking a hand under her knee and lifting her leg a little higher.
Poppy grips onto the back of my head, holding me to her and kissing me hard as I pump up into her perfect pussy, hitting her at a slightly different angle.
She tears her lips from mine, crying out a guttural sound that’s something crossed between a mewl and a whine and a whimper, and it only encourages me even more because I want to hear those sounds again and again.
I want to be the only one to ever hear her pretty sounds.
“Fuck, Pops,” I murmur against her heated skin. “I’m gonna fuckin’ come, baby.”
Sliding my hand down between us, I find her clit, determined to make sure she finishes first. I want to watch her fall over the edge, feel her explode around me while I’m buried deep inside her.
“Come for me, Poppy,” I whisper into her ear, driving up and into her a little harder while tapping my finger against her clit. “I want to feel this pretty pussy come all over my cock.”
“Ohmygod, Brookes,” Poppy pants, her nails tearing at my shoulders.
“I’m here, baby,” I assure her, working her over the crest of her orgasm. “Be a good girl and make a fuckin’ mess for me.”
With a guttural scream, Poppy comes, her body thrashing underneath me, pussy squeezing me and bringing me to my own whimpering, leg-twitching release.
“Shit, baby, your sweet pussy is making me come so fuckin’ hard.” I grunt, stilling deep inside her, unraveling as wave after wave surges through, my release seemingly never ending, ruining me from the inside out.
“Oh my God…” Poppy sighs breathlessly, sagging beneath me, her body trembling with aftershocks.
I bury my face in the crook of her neck, taking a moment to collect myself while breathing her in. Pulling back enough to get a look at her, I’m caught off guard by the glimmer of tears in her eyes, panic tearing through me.
Cupping her cheek, I look down her body, for any evidence I went too far. “Oh, shit, baby. Did I—Did I hurt you?”
With a sniffle, she shakes her head, a smile ghosting her lips despite the tears sliding down her cheeks.
I wipe away one of her tears with the pad of my thumb, searching her eyes. “Why are you crying, Pops?”
“I thought I was—” Her voice wavers, cutting out as a sob bubbles up the back of her throat.
Swallowing hard, she sniffs again. “I thought I was broken. I thought I would be forever, but I—” Shaking her head, she smiles again.
“I did it. And it was amazing. And… I-I kinda want to do it again.” She giggles through a sob, and it’s in this moment that I realize she’s the most beautiful person, inside and out.
“Fuck, I love you,” I say on a low chuckle, gently sweeping her hair away from her sweat-beaded forehead.
It’s only when I meet Poppy’s eyes again, finding them gaping at me, wide with shock, incredulity, and a flicker of accusation, that I realize what I just said. And the sudden silence ringing in the wake of my words is deafening.
Fuck.