Just frozen over, with her mouth on his and his tongue licking around hers.
She hadn’t planned on dying today, but who knew Tait was going to boil her body alive the way he was.
She just hung on and got the hell kissed out of her but he pulled back long before she was ready to relinquish his taste. Left panting, he took her face in his two hands and dug his gaze into her long enough she squirmed.
“I should be shot for what I want to do to this little body. Should be stabbed and locked up so I don’t demolish what you’re offering.”
“Tait.” She giggled. He was so serious and she loved it, loved how he looked at her.
“But you’ll learn, Penelope, I’m not a good man. Because I’m about to be a man who instructs you on how to use my cock and you’ll love it, won’t you? You’ll moan into my mouth.”
Every inch of air evaporated and all Poppy could do was nod her head up and down.
Dying inside for everything he wanted to teach her.
* * *
Hard all over, Texas watched her eyes flare.
She visibly inhaled hard enough her tits knocked into his chest.
Yeah, she loved the visual and oral cues.
He let her slide down his body, he groaned when she bumped up against the part of him that wanted her mouth, her fingers and her tight pussy wrapping around it.
He had to keep telling himself no matter how mouthy she was, she was still inexperienced with the kind of filth he had in his mind and he couldn’t go at her like a wrecking ball.
Not this first time anyway.
His head swam to show her how to take pleasure from his giving body.
This was madness. There was every possibility once she had this rebellion out of her good girl system that she’d go back home to mommy and daddy, her yacht club and the boring ex-fiancé and Texas would be left haunted with her taste in his mouth.
And an ache in a place in the center of his chest that he didn’t think existed.
“You want to jerk me off, Poppy? Fine, you reach in and get me out, let me sit in your hand, feel how heavy I get for you.” Sweat started appearing in wet dots on his forehead. Holy fuck, what was he doing? He was out of his mind with desire. She was a straight shot of heroin to his blood and he was aching to put her on her knees. Nothing would sway him from that look of excitement gleaming from her eyes.
He had all the rebellion she could ever want right here, jutting nine inches out of his hips, leaking so badly for her to lap it up.
“But don’t you dare put me in that pink, virgin mouth. I’m warning you; I won’t be able to keep myself from fucking it like a mad man until you know what my come tastes like.”
He managed to block some of the darker thoughts he was having, as if just giving them room to breathe would stain her sweetness, but some of them slipped through and he groaned heavily. Watching her lick her lips did a number on him.
His day had been jam-packed with sexual frustration, he wasn’t a saint, he couldn’t keep fielding her off, didn’twantto was more to the truth and now her perfect mouth was right there and he was praying she listened to him because if she wrapped his throbbing dick in her lips, he was going to lose it. He’d fuck her so hard she wouldn’t taste anything else other than him for a month.
He’d put her on a new Texas’ dick diet.
When she fell to her knees and started yanking at his jeans he grunted low and heavy.
Reassure her, for god's sake.
“You look so damn sweet on your knees, baby. Like a wet dream come to life. That’s it, you just grasp me with your fingers … tighter …tighter,baby. That’s it. Oh, shit, yes, give me anything, it’s perfect, you’re so fucking perfect.”
His eyes began to roll into the back of his head when the pleasure started.Texas thought he was saying words, could have been speaking in tongues for all the groaning he was doing, watching intently as the purple head of his cock was hand fucked through her palm.
Eyes so hooded and glassy, she licked her lips and he groaned, letting his head hang off his neck. The twisting and pulling were undoing him and if he didn’t stop her soon, she’d be covered in him.
Madness. You have to stop her. Stop her.