Page 84 of I'll Keep Her Safe

Wyatt

Idon’t know what I’ve done to deserve coming home to Poppy naked in her apron, begging to please me, but I’ll take it. I’d take this moment every day for the rest of my life, given half the chance.

The thought startles me, and I try to shake it off. It’s been an amazing week, making love to Poppy every night, waking up beside her each morning, feeling her warmth and softness beside me in my bed. Watching her double the size of her catering business because word of mouth has spread like wildfire. Her cooking is that good, and she needs to believe it. I tell her every morning and every night.

After that first night together at home, I kept good on my promise to improve my room. I cleaned, bought a new comforter, some throw pillows, and added another nightstand, replacing both bedside lamps. I also hung a beautiful print of poppies I found online, bright red blooms that take center place on the wall. She was delighted when she saw what I’d done, and even though I know that’s not why she wants to sleep in there, it’s important to me that she does. That it feels like somewhere she can relax, somewhere she belongs. Because that’s exactly where she belongs—in my bed, beside me, every night.

And in my kitchen, on her knees like this.

Heat pools in my pelvis as I watch Poppy slowly unzip my fly, freeing my already stiff cock. Her hand wraps around my length, but it brings me no relief. I need more. When her tongue darts out to flick across my seam, licking up the leaking precum, she gives a tiny sigh of satisfaction that drives me crazy. Shewantsto be on her knees for me. She wants to give me this.

“That’s it,” I grit out as she begins to stroke. “Show me how much you want to please me.” My hand tightens in her hair and she whimpers, drawing me into her mouth, groaning around my dick as if it’s the best thing she’s tasted all day.

Hell, I would have come home alotearlier if I’d known this was waiting for me.

Sugar circles my ankles, wanting my attention, but I’m too fucking distracted to care about the cat. I grope blindly on the counter behind me for something to entertain her, finding a roll of paper towels and tossing them into the living room. I’m relieved when she chases after, pouncing on them with glee, and I can focus on Poppy, who’s doing her best to make me come before we even get started.

Shit.

“Slow down, baby,” I choke out, rocking my hips into her mouth. “That’s my good girl.”

She moans around my shaft, the sound vibrating through me, drawing my balls up tight. Her legs shift restlessly on the kitchen floor as she sucks me, and I know that my next move will be to bend her over the kitchen counter and fuck her in that little apron like I’ve dreamed of doing a hundred times.

I stroke her cheek. “You look so pretty on your knees.”

She grins, using her hands to shove my jeans down to my ankles, then cups my balls before sucking them into her mouth, stroking them with her tongue.

I lean back against the counter for support, my knees weak, my vision wavering. This woman knows exactly how to make me feel good, and it’s almost too much.

Her hands move to my ass cheeks, massaging them as her fingers inch inward. Then she does something completely unexpected. She licks her middle finger, keeping her gaze locked on mine, and slides her fingertip behind my balls into a place no one has ever touched before.

I suck in a sharp breath at the contact, the tip of her finger brushing my most sensitive, forbidden place, surprised to feel my cock harden even more in her other hand. I’m not sure if it’s the taboo nature of what she’s doing, or the sensation itself, but I don’t care. I’ve never been more turned on in my life.

“Is this okay?” Poppy asks, looking up at me with round, dark eyes.

I swallow. “Fuck yes.”

I widen my stance to give her better access, knowing I should probably kick off my jeans, but I don’t want to do anything to interrupt this moment. She takes me back into her mouth, one hand wrapped around the base of my cock, the other gently, slowly, easing inside me, and I let out a shuddering breath.

“How did you know?” I rasp.

She lifts a shoulder, her mouth curling into a filthy smile. “I had a feeling.”

“Fuuuck,” I groan, letting her pleasure me from all angles. “So fucking good. Don’t stop, baby.”

She hums around my shaft, sending another vibration through me as she sucks harder, taking long, deep pulls on my cock, and when her finger hits a spot inside I didn’t know was there, I lose control.

“Fuck, Poppy, I’m going to—”

It’s too late. I spill into her mouth in a blinding flash of pleasure, gripping Poppy’s hair, my legs shaking as I let her take it all from me. She doesn’t let up until I sag back against the counter, my heart pummeling my ribcage. Then slowly, reluctantly, she rises to her feet, dragging the back of her hand across her mouth.

“I love the taste of you,” she breathes, running her hands over her apron. She squeezes her breasts under the fabric and my dick twitches at the sight, my balls tightening again as if they haven’t just been drained.

Jesus. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt the need to go for round two, but as Poppy turns with a little sigh to wash her hands at the sink, I step behind her, nestling my still stiff cock against her ass.

“My turn, baby. Time to return the favor.”

She looks at me over her shoulder. “You don’t have to—”

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