Page 229 of My French Love Affair

She just hums in response - it’s hardly as though she can do much more, since her mouth is very much full of me - and I feel iteverywhere.

I clench my jaw, every muscle in my body coiled so tight I can barely breathe.

“Fuck,” I continue, my voice low and wrecked, my fingers flexing in her hair. “You feel so fucking good.”

Her lips tighten, her movements quicken, her nails dig in harder, and -

My body locks up.

A sharp groan rips from my throat as blinding, white-hot pleasure crashes through me.

I grip her head, my fingers curling deep into her hair as I spill into her mouth, my entire body shuddering with the force of it.

My head tips back against the door, my breath ragged, my skin on fire.

Fuck-ing hell.

For a moment, I can’t move, can’t eventhink, my body still trembling as I come down.

Then, slowly, I look down.

And Icurse.

Poppy is looking up at me through her lashes, her lips swollen, her cheeks flushed. She’s damn near swallowed every last drop, though she’s missed a small amount that trickles down her chin -

Oh.

Oh, but then she catches it with her thumb, her brows furrowed slightly as she peeks at the fluid. Her eyes flickerfrom me, to her thumb, and then back to me again as she raises it to her lips andsucks.

My brain short-circuits, and despite the fact that I’ve just spilled my entire release down the back of her throat, I feel arousal shoot through me again.

Apparently satisfied that she’s teased me to high heaven, she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. Her tongue flicks out to catch the last of it again, andfuck.

I’m so fucking gone for her.

She tilts her head slightly, a slow, satisfied smirk playing at her lips.

“What do you think?” she asks, her voice husky and smug. “Lesson learned?”

I exhale sharply, shaking my head, my lips twitching into a dangerous grin.

“Oh,mon ange.” I reach down, gripping her chin between my fingers, tilting her face up towards mine. “We’re just getting started.”

Chapter Sixty

Frederic

Igrip her chin a little tighter, tilting her face up towards mine, forcing her to hold my gaze.

She looks utterlywrecked- lips swollen, cheeks flushed, eyes still hazy with pleasure.

But there’s something else there, too.

Something defiant. Something that challenges me.

Like she’s proud of herself. Like she thinks she has the upper hand because she made me come first.

No.Fuck that.

---