Page 228 of My French Love Affair

I push deeper - enough to feel her throat constrict around me as she moans.

Fuck. Me.

I brace one hand against the door behind me, my jaw clenched, my entire body strung so goddamn tight I might snap.

She’s good.

Toogood.

The way she moves, the way she looks at me like she knows exactly what she’s doing, like she knows exactly how wrecked I am -

It’s fuckinglethal.

“Look at you,” I murmur, my voice a deep rasp. “So fucking beautiful. So fuckingeager.”

Her tongue presses firmly against me, swirling and stroking and covering me in her saliva as she moves. Her hands grip my thighs, her perfectly manicured nails sink into the fabric of my pants, and when her eyes flick up - wide and completely ruined - I swear I almost come on the spot.

“Fuck,Poppy-”

It takes everything in me to hold back.

My fingers tighten in her hair, tilting her head just enough to make her take me deeper, and she moans around my cock, the vibration sending a violent shudder through my body.

I brace both hands on the back of her head now, keeping her exactly where I want her, letting her feel every inch of me.

“You’re taking me so well,” I groan, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I thrust my hips into her mouth. “Knew you would.”

She moans again, the sound muffled. Her breath is hot against my skin, and my knees damn near buckling at the feeling.

“Shit,” I pant, my eyes squeezing tight.

I’m close.Soclose.

But I don’t want this to be over just yet.

I want to drag it out, want to feel her, want to watch her on her knees for as long as I possibly can.

I slow her down all over again, tightening my grip on her hair and pulling back just slightly, forcing her to look up at me.

She lets out a needy, muffled whimper, her brows furrowing in frustration.

“You want it that bad?” I smirk.

She nods, her lips still wrapped around me, her eyes shining with something wicked, something devastating; and fuck. That’s it.

I snap.

I let go.

My hands tighten, my hips thrust forward, and I move harder, faster, deeper.

She gasps around me, but she doesn’t stop, doesn’t pull away.

She takes it all, lets me takeher.

Her nails dig in to my thighs, her body pressing into me as she moves in perfect sync, and when she snakes one of her hands between my legs and uses it to cup me there, I lose my fucking mind.

“Poppy,” I growl, my breath ragged, my pulse roaring in my ears.

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