Page 227 of My French Love Affair

Oh, she’sreallytrying to push me now.

I tug her head back just slightly, forcing her gaze to lock with mine.

“You’re playing a very dangerous game,mon ange.”

She blinks up at me, all innocence. “Am I?”

I chuckle darkly, dragging my thumb over her bottom lip.

“You fuckingknowyou are.”

And before she can respond, before she can keep up this ridiculous pretense, I push my cock against her lips, urging them open.

She obeys immediately.

Heat licks through me as she takes me in, her mouth hot and soft and perfect as her tongue swirls around me. My head tips back slightly, a groan rumbling deep in my chest as I feel hereverywhere.

“Fuck, Poppy…”

She moans around me, hollowing her cheeks as she sinks lower, and I swearI nearly lose it right then and there.

I thread my fingers deeper into her hair, guiding her to take me deeper.

“That’s it, baby,” I praise, my breath ragged, my control slipping with every perfect movement of her mouth. “Just like that.”

She hums in response, her hands tightening on my thighs, her nails digging in slightly. The sensation of her mouth wrapped around me, her tongue teasing and swirling, her throat tightening as she takes more of me - it’s almost too much.

Almost.

But I won’t let it end just yet.

I let out a sharp breath, my grip in her hair shifting, slowing her movements. She lets out a small, impatient whimper, her brows furrowing as she flicks her gaze up to mine.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” I smirk, tilting my head, feigning confusion.

She glares at me - her mouth still full of my cock, her brown eyes flashing.

I chuckle darkly at the sight as I move my free hand towards her face, my thumb brushing over the swell of her cheek.

“Now you know howIfelt earlier.”

She lets out a low, muffled sound of protest that vibrates over my entire length, and I can’t fight back my groan, my fingers flexing in her hair instinctively as my jaw clenches.

Fuckinghell.

I swear I could watch her like this forever - kneeling before me, looking up at me through those thick lashes, her lips stretched around me, her cheeks flushed with exertion and desire.

“Poppy,” I grit out, my voice rough, nearly desperate.

She hums again, dragging her tongue along my length as she pulls back slightly, the sensation nearly sending me over the edge.

“You really are the best kind of trouble, aren’t you?”

She grins around my dick.

And just like that, I lose every ounce of restraint I had left.

I tighten my grip in her hair, guiding her movements exactly how I want, and as soon as I feel her start to match my rhythm, I can’t hold back.

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