Book stuff.” When I don’t move, she adds, “I’m on birth control. I swear.”
Hell, I don’t know if I’d stop even if she did start spouting some weird breeding talk. It’s not my thing, but if it’s hers, I could make it work.
Thankfully, I don’t have to, and once I’m naked as instructed, we simply look at each other for a long moment.
“You’re beautiful,” I tell her, loving the way her whole body flushes in response. “Lie down.”
She backs into the queen-size bed and sits down before spreading out. I follow her, taking the two steps to the bedside, and stand over her. Her hair is a messy red halo, her cheeks are pink, and her eyes are sparkling brightly. She wants me.
And I want her. I want to trace her curves with my hands, find all the secret spots that drive her wild, and feel her surround my cock with velvet.
But first, I run a rough hand up her calf, tugging her knees apart and studying the way she bites her lip as I get between them. “What’s wrong?” I ask as I see something change in her eyes. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No. It’s just . . . nobody’s ever looked at me with so much intensity,” she says, swallowing. “You make me feel sexy.”
“You are sexy,” I tell her, climbing onto the bed and between her legs to kiss up the insides of her thighs.
Softly, I tease her flesh, kissing my way up Poppy’s legs until I’m almost at her pussy. I inhale her, and the sweet scent makes my head swim
Forget the rush of crime . . . this is more addictive.
Maybe, but for now I kiss her center, teasing and tasting her and listening to her reactions. I slip my tongue into her folds and am rewarded with a burst of wetness that has my cock pulsing precum onto the sheets underneath me.
I memorize every bit of her as I explore her body, my fingers holding her legs apart until I find the pearl at the top. And like the thief I am, I steal it from her with my tongue, wrapping and fluttering, watching with greedy eyes as she cries out, her hands balled up in the sheets as she surges into my mouth.
“Fuck, Connor, right there. Oh, fuck . . . oh, fuck!” she shouts, her eyes rolling up as I stroke her clit and watch her. I bring her up, higher and higher, until I can’t hold back any longer.
With a growl of hunger and greedy desire, I let go of her thighs to rise up, nocking myself at her entrance and pressing into her. Poppy cries out, tugging on my neck and kissing me even before I can thrust forward, and our moans are swallowed between us as I fill her.
“More,” she gasps as I slip into her, my cock embraced by the tight, slick walls of her grip. “Fuck me, Connor. I need all of you. Let me make you feel good.”
I want to make it good for her, to give more than I take because I’m in heaven inside Poppy. But there will be hell to pay for this and I know it. Eventually, she’s going to regret this night, but if I do everything in my power to give her the physical pleasure and release she wants . . . maybe she won’t hate me when it’s all said and done.
I’m burning, my desire for Poppy and anger at myself mixing with who knows what in my veins. But I use it as fuel to give her exactly what she asks for. I pound her, fucking her with every ounce of my strength and clapping my hips and balls against her body.
Take it . . . take it, Poppy, I think as I fuck her hard and deep with demanding strokes. I don’t know if I’m punishing myself for being unworthy of her or punishing her for taking me anyway, but instead of my breaking her, she meets me equally, surging up to capture my mouth with a hard, sucking kiss.
We give in.
We tear into each other, hair is pulled, fingernails score my back, hips piston, and my cock surges, harder and thicker than I’ve ever been. Suddenly, we’re on the edge of eternity, ready to hurtle into the dark abyss, and I freeze.
I stare into the abyss, but like a philosopher once said, the abyss stares back as Poppy bucks herself up into me, and I