Page 141 of Indecent Lies

She trusted his word so she buried her own insecurities where Addison was concerned because it was Poppy in Tait’s bed. It was Poppy who was brought from sleep by a hungry man.

“Lie there, baby. Let me do all the work,” he rasped and he took his fingers in deep until he made Poppy’s back arch and her cry blistered the air with how good his long fingers felt.

“Always so wet for me,” he remarked low with a chuckle of pride even as Poppy started to come apart at the seams.

She was ridiculously wet and always ready for him.

She felt his hardness nudging her ass and she slid a leg over the back of his thigh, aching for his fullness stretching her wide.

“Please, Tait.”

“You like that, little girl? You like me playing with you?”

Her yes came out as a hiss and no matter how much she bumped him with her bottom, he just wouldn’t put himself inside. Poppy groaned, biting the pillow underneath her, feeling his lips stroke over her neck while he took her over a second time.

“Fuck,” he grunted, rolling that wet hand up over her stomach to palm her boob and when she turned her head, his lips lunged, eating her slowly with slices of his tongue.

It felt different to their lovemaking last night which became all consuming.

This was unhurried, desire building between them.

She felt his tip nudge her and Poppy almost wept with joy.

“Wish I could push in raw,” he said almost as if to himself and she jolted. “Never wanted that with anyone until now.”

Not from shock that he was about to be inside her with no thin latex between them but because she wanted that too.

“You can,” she whispered.

He paused. “You taking the pill?”

“No.”

He swore again and ran kisses down her throat. “Sounds like you want my baby inside you, Poppy.”

In the early morning light, she heard him reach over to the nightstand and then the rustling of paper before he was flush against her back again, her leg held high on his waist.

She couldn’t think.

Couldn’t speak.

Because suddenly the thought of herself pregnant with Tait’s babies was breathtakingly achy in her chest.

The moment he slammed home she cried out quietly and gripped her fingers around the hand he had on her throat.

He glided slowly.

“Is that what you’re telling me? You want my raw dick to lose all my come inside you?”

“God, Tait.”

“I want to see it dripping out of you,” another hard thrust, this one made them both groan together, “coating the inside of your thighs, ah fuck, baby, I can see it now. I’d paint you like a Picasso. Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” she cried. It was the only answer.

She’d get on the pill.

She’d let him paint his pleasure all over her.

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