Page 129 of Don't Go Breaking My Heart

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Breathless.

Her pussy needs saving and I’m here to help.

I slide in the barest inch, teasing her.

Tease some more…

Every part of me screaming to move faster.

But I don’t.

I slide in another inch. Her mouth drops open, eyes roll back, her entire body arching beneath mine like I’ve just short-circuited her soul.

Still—no sound.

Good girl…

I sink in deeper.

Her nails bite into my skin. Her legs wrap tight around my waist. And I swear I can feel her pulse through every part of her.

This isn’t a game anymore; it’s a test of willpower.

And we’re both seconds from breaking.

I pull out.

Push back inside.

Watch as Poppy bites her lip at the same time she pulls me by the hips, urging me forward—a silent plead not to move away again.

I press a finger to my lips.

Shhh…

Then push deeper, slower this time, just to feel the way her back arches and her mouth opens on a gasp that doesn’t quite escape.

She’s a whisper away from losing.

So am I.

It’s not about noise anymore. It’s about control.Trust.The maddening thrill of knowing we could fall apart at any second, and neither of us wants to stop.

She clutches my back, nails digging in as she holds me close, grounding herself against the force of everything we’re not saying.

I kiss her jaw. Her cheek. Her temple.

Silent.

Focused.

Completely wrecked by her.

And even if I don’t say it out loud, I feel it in every pulse of my body:

She’s it.

poppy

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