Page 35 of I'll Keep Her Safe

Fuck, I’m so messed up, imagining this about my friend’s dad. And yet… now that I’ve let myself go there, I can’t shake the image from my head. He’s a big guy. I bet he’s huge down there. I can picture his large hand fisted around his thick cock, stroking in the warm water. And while I’m certain this would never be the case, in my fantasy, he’s thinking of me.

Heat spreads between my thighs, and I grab Sugar, placing her into her bed on the floor. She looks up at me questioningly, and I shake my head.

“Stay there,” I whisper. “There’s another pussy that needs taking care of.” Then I cringe because I’ve literally never referred to my vagina as mypussyin my entire life.

What does Wyatt call it, I wonder, letting my hand stray into my pajama bottoms. Sugar curls into her bed, and I’m relieved for a moment alone, to think my dirty thoughts. In my mind, I imagine what he’d do if I walked in while he’s in the tub, jerking off.

“Poppy!” he says, sitting up in surprise. The water splashes over the sides of the tub, as he looks around for something to cover himself, but I kneel beside him, smiling seductively.

“Let me help,” I say, and his mouth opens in surprise.

“You shouldn’t…”

“I don’t mind. Your back is sore and you’ve had a long day. Just relax, Mr. Mathers—”

“Wyatt,” he corrects, like usual, and I smirk.

“Wyatt,” I purr. His nostrils flare. “Let me help.”

He swallows, nodding reluctantly, and I reach for his stiff cock, circling it with my hand. It’s velvety smooth, hot and hard, and I stroke him gently, watching as his eyes roll back.

“You shouldn’t be doing this, Poppy.”

“I know,” I murmur, stroking faster. There’s something about the way he keeps telling me it’s wrong that turns me on even more. “But it feels so good, doesn’t it?”

“So fucking good, baby.”

Oof. Yes, please.

I stroke my fingers through my wetness now, imagining him calling me “baby.” Imagining him giving in to my touch.

“Come here,” he rasps, reaching for my face. “I need to kiss you.”

I lean forward and touch my lips to his, moaning as I feel the roughness of his beard on my cheek. My fingers work faster on his cock, and he wraps a hand possessively around the back of my neck, sweeping his tongue into my mouth.

“Fuck, you know exactly how to make me feel good,” he grits out, letting his hand fall as he gives in to the pleasure. I trail my mouth over his chest, wet from the bathwater, and flick my tongue over his nipple piercing.

“Let me make it even better,” I purr, taking his cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip as he moans. Then I draw him back into my throat, as deep as I can, and suck.

“Fucking hell, Poppy.” He grips my hair, holding it back from my face so he can watch me. “You have the most perfect mouth for my cock.”

Holy hell.

My fingers stroke my clit, imagining Mr. Mathers’s cock in my mouth, imagining him saying such dirty things to me. I almost moan at the thought, but catch myself just in time. He’s in the next room, in the tub, and could easily hear me if I’m not careful. But having to be quiet makes it even hotter, and I lose myself in the fantasy.

“That’s it, baby. God, I’ve wanted this since the day you moved in.”

I look up at him as I lick his shaft, his amber eyes dark with lust.

“I want to fuck you,” he pants, his hips bucking up to meet the movements of my mouth. “I want to make you feel good too, baby.”

But I shake my head, releasing my mouth with a pop while continuing to stroke him. “No. Tonight is all about you.” I don’t know why, but I can sense he needs it. He needs someone to make him feel good. Feel special.

His breath hisses out as I draw him back into my mouth, sucking like I mean business.

“Fuck, you’re going to make me come.”

God, I’m going to make myself come at this rate. My fingers work quickly on my clit as I bring Wyatt to orgasm in my mind.

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