Chapter 9
MARTY
When we get back to my place, she grabs the front of my shirt and pulls me into a deep kiss. I hold her jaw in my hands, and she laughs into my mouth as we fumble in the dark.
“I think I’ve loved you since that first day in the trailer. Since you walked in with your spreadsheet and called me out on my shit.”
“You did need putting in your place,” she teases, pulling me in for another kiss.
“I know.” I kiss the corner of her mouth. “You make me better. At everything.”
“Marty.” She pulls back enough to focus. Her palm presses flat against my chest, right over the slam of my heartbeat. “I love you. I need you to hear it.”
“I believe you, Poppy.” I bring her hand up and hold it against my heart. “I love you, too. I always will.”
When we’re both naked, she pulls me onto the bed, one hand on the back of my neck, and I brace over her on my forearms.
“I want everything with you.” I trail a line of kisses across her collarbone, and she thrusts her hips up against me. “Everything.”
She gasps when my mouth finds her breast, and the sound makes my cock ache. Her back arches off the mattress as I close my lips over her nipple. Her hips slam up against mine, and her body grinding against my cock makes me groan.
“Marty. God.”
Poppy grabs me and pulls me closer. I groan against her breast, then work my way lower.
A whimper catches in her throat when my mouth finds the inside of her thigh. “Marty, yes,” she says, breathless.
Her thighs fall open wider as I part the lips of her pussy with my tongue and taste her.
Her thighs clamp against my ears as I work her clit in slow circles, her hips rolling against my face.
My hands grip the swell of her ass and pull her harder against my mouth.
I’m so hard it hurts, but making Poppy come is my only focus right now.
I can wait. She moans loudly when I slide two fingers inside her and twist.
She comes with a moan that fills my bedroom, her clit pulsing against my tongue, her thighs shaking against my jaw. I hold my hands on her hips, drinking her in.
Her hands pull me back up. She grabs my face, drags me to her mouth, and kisses me deep. “Hi,” she whispers against my mouth.
“Hi.”
I slide my hand down her side and pull her back against my chest, and guide us onto our sides. I curl around her, and her ass settles against my cock. The hot slide of her skin against my shaft jolts through me so hard that my hips grind forward and a groan escapes through my clenched teeth.
“Marty, what are you—”
“Turn your head.”
She turns and stills.
The mirror across the room catches us, and the breath leaves my body.
My arm against the pale skin of her stomach.
My cock pressed thick and hard against the small of her back.
I pull her tighter against me, my breath harsh against her shoulder.
I need more of her touching me, or I’m going to come before I’ve been able to make love to her.
“See that?” My mouth drags across her shoulder. “Do you feel how hard I am? That’s what you do to me every time I see you. Every fucking time.”
“Marty.” Her hips shift against me, and the friction of her ass against my cock makes me gasp.
“Keep watching.”
My hand slides between her legs. My fingers find her clit, swollen and slick from my mouth. Her body jerks back against my cock, and a moan tears out of her as my hips slam forward. The friction whites out my vision.
“Eyes open,” I whisper. “Watch.”
My fingers circle her clit. Her hips roll back, and the wet heat of her against my hand and her ass are heaven.
She reaches back and grabs my hip and pulls me closer, and a groan rips through me.
I work her clit faster, harder, because I need to hear that moan again, need her so desperate that she forgets to breathe.
“You’re shaking,” she huffs.
“Yeah.” I bite down on the curve of her neck.
She gasps, and her hand tightens on my hip. “Please.” Her voice cracks. Her hips grind back against my cock, urgent, demanding. “Marty, I need you to fuck me. Now.”
I grip myself, and she tilts her hips back as I push into her from behind. Slow. Inch by inch. Her pussy takes me in so tight and deep that my mouth falls open against her neck. A sound rips out of me that isn’t language. I crush her against my chest as my hips push until I’m balls deep.
Fuck. Fuck.
“Oh fuck.” Her voice breaks into pieces. “Don’t move. Not yet.”
I groan her name into her skin and hold still.
She’s so tight around me that every breath she takes shifts her pussy against my cock.
My whole body comes to life. I press my face into her neck and breathe through it because if I thrust right now, I’m going to come, and I am not fucking ready for that.
She rolls her hips, pulling my cock deeper. A groan tears out of me, and my hips thrust forward before I can stop them. She gasps and presses back, taking me to the hilt, and my vision blurs.
My hips rock into her, my cock thrusting deep into her pussy. She presses her ass into me, matching every stroke. Every grind pulls a groan out of me, and every groan makes her push back harder. My breathing is rough against her neck, my cock throbbing inside her with every beat of my heart.
“You feel so deep like this.” She reaches back and grabs the back of my neck, pulling my mouth against her shoulder. “Marty. God.”
“I know.”
My mouth finds the spot behind her ear, and I suck as my hips jerk forward. She cries out, and her pussy clamps around my cock. My teeth scrape her neck, and she moans louder.
My hand slides down her stomach to her clit, and the second I touch her, she bucks back against me, driving my cock so deep that a curse tears out of me.
I grip her tit as my hips grind forward.
She whimpers and grinds back as I circle her clit, matching my thrusts.
Her moans grow louder, and my breathing is ragged.
I grit my teeth, holding back, because she has to come first. I need to feel her pussy clench around my cock when she comes or I’ll lose my fucking mind.
“Look at yourself.” My hips grind into her faster than I mean to, and I can’t slow down. “Poppy. Look at how fucking sexy you are.”
Her eyes find mine in the mirror, her chest heaving, her whole face flushed. I thrust hard, and she gasps as her pussy tightens around me. I can feel her getting close, feel her pussy coiling tighter around my cock with every stroke.
“I can see it,” she whispers. “Marty. I can see it.”
My hips push harder. She presses back, and the rhythm breaks open. I hook my hand under her thigh and lift, and the new angle opens her wider. I drive so deep that she screams, and my hips thrust faster and faster, and I couldn’t slow down even if I wanted to.
“Right there. Marty, right there, don’t stop.”
I can’t stop. The grinding is gone. I’m fucking her now, deep, hard thrusts that slam my hips against her ass as my fingers work her clit.
Her hips slam back to meet every stroke, and she grips my forearm with both hands as her moans climb higher.
My breath tears out of me in ragged bursts against her neck, and I shake with how badly I need to feel her come around my cock.
I hold her tight against my chest and fuck her, my fingers teasing her clit. She thrusts back to meet me, and her voice goes high, her voice cracking as she says my name. The bed shakes as I groan into her neck and pant against her skin.
“Come for me, Poppy. I need to feel you.”
“I’m almost there. God. Right there.” Her pussy clenches tighter around me with every thrust. “Harder. Marty. Harder. Yes!”
I snap my hips forward, driving into her so hard that the headboard cracks against the wall.
I do it again. And again. The pressure at the base of my spine is white-hot.
She’s so tight around my cock that I can feel every ripple of her body, and I will not stop until she’s moaning and coming on my cock.
Her scream fills the room as her pussy clamps down on my cock in hard, rhythmic waves.
She comes hard, gasping, her pussy massaging my cock, pulling me deeper.
I bury my face in her neck and drive deep, coming so hard I see stars.
The orgasm crashes through me in waves that don’t stop.
I shake against her back, my mouth open on her skin, my lungs empty.
Nothing in the world but her.
My heart slams so hard against her back that I know she can feel it. She grips my forearm with both hands, pressing it against her chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
“Stay,” I whisper, holding her tightly.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
My thumb finds the curve of her hip, that soft place where her waist rounds into her thigh, and traces the line of it.
Poppy gave me a reason to stop running, and I’ll be with her forever.
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