Chapter 10
Ten
Patrick
I leaned in closer, pinning Poppy to the bed with the weight of my body as I settled between her thighs.
Her pussy was slick with arousal, begging me to do all of the things I wanted to do to bring her to climax.
The problem was that I didn’t want her to just come—I wanted her to come repeatedly and take pride in knowing that I brought her that pleasure.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” I asked, lifting my head to look at her.
While we had already talked about how much she wanted me to fuck her and eat her pussy, I wasn’t going to jump into anything without making sure she still wanted to. Consent wasn’t something I would overlook, especially given the bullshit her husband tried with her.
She nodded her head and then let it fall back on the pillow without answering me.
I grabbed her thighs, getting her attention as I raised an eyebrow at her.
“I need to hear you say it.”
“Yes, Pat. I want you to eat my pussy and make me come on your face.”
Fuck. Just hearing her say that had my dick hardening again.
“Good girl,” I growled before I lowered my head and swiped my tongue along her slit, loving the way she gasped before reaching down and locking her fingers in my hair.
Her skin smelled like the body wash she used in the shower, and the light scent of raspberries was driving me wild. It was like literally eating forbidden fruit, and I loved every second of it.
I pulled her clit between my lips and sucked as I slid two fingers inside of her.
The way her pussy clenched around them made my cock ache as I imagined how tight she would grip it.
Just the thought of coming inside of her had me thrusting my fingers faster as I sucked harder, desperate to give her the relief I knew she needed.
“Fuck!” she gasped, nearly bucking off the bed as I held onto her, maintaining the pace and rhythm until she shuddered around me.
Once I knew she was done, I slowly pulled away, releasing my fingers from her pussy before licking her arousal from them. She watched with rapt fascination as I cleaned them, taking my time.
“You taste fucking amazing,” I said as I climbed up the bed and laid next to her.
We hadn’t bothered getting dressed after the shower, which meant my cock was on full display as my erection jutted up to my stomach and a dot of precum glistened at the tip.
“You’re a little too good at what you just did,” she teased. “I don’t think I’ve ever come that fast or that hard.”
“Well, I aim to please,” I replied, wiggling my eyebrows.
“If that’s the case, then I would love some of that cock.” She pointed to it and licked her lips.
“How do you want it?”
“However you want to do it is fine with me.”
“Nope. Not happening.”
“What do you mean, not happening? I thought you just said you aimed to please. I don’t want to sound like a bitch, but I’ll totally one-star you...”
I grinned, loving how adorable and feisty she was.
“I mean that you need to tell me what you want, Poppy. I’m not the kind of man who is just going to do what I want, how I want, or when I want. So, I’ll ask you again—how do you want it?”
She chewed her lip as she watched me, and it killed me not knowing what she was thinking.
“I can take you from behind, you can ride me, we can do it missionary style, I can bend you into a pretzel and jackhammer the fuck out of you... Tell me what you like, Poppy. What will bring you the most pleasure?”
She glanced down at my cock as I lazily stroked it.
“I don’t know. I want all of that and more.” She laughed and covered her mouth as if she couldn’t believe the words had come out of it. “Maybe we can start with the pretzel thing?”
I nodded, fully on board with doing whatever she wanted to do.
“Is that what you want?”
“Yes. I want you to fold me in weird ways and then fuck me hard and rough.”
“You got it.” I grinned at her before I leaned over and pressed my lips against hers, loving how quickly her body responded to me.
Her legs parted, inviting me in as I laid on top of her, holding as much of my weight as I could so I didn’t smother her.
She parted her lips, giving my tongue access as my hands explored her body.
Her fingers reached down and grabbed my cock, stroking it the best she could in the cramped space between us.
I didn’t want to stop, but I also wasn’t going to be able to go that long without being inside of her and I needed to grab a condom.
I pulled away slowly, watching as she continued to stroke my cock.
Her hands felt like magic as she worked me up without sending me over the edge.
I reached into the nightstand, grabbed a condom, and put it on while she laid back and watched me.
“Are you ready?” I asked, loving her naked body spread out beneath me.
“Yes. Please fuck me already, Pat,” she said, letting out a soft moan as I lined my cock up at her entrance.
“I want to start slowly before I fuck you hard and rough,” I explained, pressing a little more until my cock parted her lips and slid inside her warm pussy.
“Fuck,” she cried out, letting a heavy breath escape. “That feels so good.”
“You’re so fucking tight,” I replied, my jaw clenched as I tried not to blow my load right away. I knew she would be tight, but I hadn’t expected this tight.
She lifted her hips, allowing me to slide further inside of her until I couldn’t go any deeper. She opened her eyes and watched me as she rubbed her hands over her breasts, playing with her nipples while I slowly pulled out and slid back inside of her.
“You’re gonna make me come if you don’t stop doing that,” she warned.
All I heard was a challenge to make her come again.
I leaned forward and nudged her hand out of the way as I replaced it with my mouth, pulling a puckered nipple in between my lips and sucking.
She cried out as her nails scratched along my back, leaving the perfect trail of pain and pleasure.
I pulled out and then slammed back into her, loving the way she moaned and tightened around me.
While I wanted to make her into a pretzel and fuck her, I was enjoying this too much to stop.
I pulled out and entered her again a few more times, thrusting harder with each stroke.
She wrapped her fingers in my hair as I moved to her other nipple and sucked while I thrusted hard and fast, making sure to rub her clit with each thrust.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUUCCCKKKK,” she screamed, her body trembling beneath me as I brought her to climax again.
She was panting and laid limp on the bed by the time I pulled out and disposed of the condom after I came with her. Her body was a fucking wonderland, and I was ready to spend the holidays there.
“We didn’t get to do it pretzel style, but that was the best fucking sex I’ve ever had,” she replied, still slightly breathless. “I can’t believe you made me come twice already.”
“I wasn’t kidding when I said my record was six times in a night,’ I teased.
“Stop it, I don’t want to hear about you fucking other girls.” She swatted at my chest as I laid down beside her.
“I’m just kidding. I’ve never kept track of it before. But I am curious to see how many I can get out of you. Your body responds so easily to my touch; it makes me want to see what else it likes.”
“That’s because I trust you and you make me feel safe,” she whispered, her face quickly turning white as she realized what she had said.
She tried to hide her face behind her arms, but I gently reached over and covered her hands with mine, lowering them to rest against her chest.
“I will never take that trust for granted, Poppy. I want you to always feel safe with me. I take that very seriously and will never intentionally do anything to hurt you. It’s okay to let yourself feel this way with me. No matter what happens, I’ve got you.”
She nodded as a stray tear slid down her cheek before she quickly blinked the rest away.