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“Oh, god.” I moan and grind against his mouth. His tongue dips inside of me and then sucks hard on my sensitive nub. “Oh, god!” I shout. “I can’t come again, Rhett. I can’t.”

I try to pull away, but he holds me to his face.

“Then don’t,” he murmurs. “This is for me, poppyseed. I needed to taste you. Just let me.”

I do. I relax into the bed and let the rope hold me in position. My hips move slowly against him as he licks and sucks. His teeth graze my clit, and then he’s sucking and biting on my pussy lips. He eats me like I’m his last meal, like he’s starved for me. I worry about his breathing, but it feels too fucking good to move or fight his grip.

I figure if he needs to breathe, he’ll tap out.

Rhett’s hands grab my ass and thighs. God, I love the way his hands massage my body, like he could lie here all fucking day just touching and licking me. I thought I was too sensitive for another orgasm, but after what feels like hours of his licking, the heat starts to build again. My body has relaxed against him, and it wants more.

“This pussy tastes so fucking good, Poppy,” he says, slipping out from under me. I can’t help but make a pathetic noise. “I could have stayed there all goddamn night, licking you to orgasm after orgasm. But I made a promise.”

“To fuck me into the drywall?” I ask, partially teasing and partially hoping he’s about to make good on it.

He hums. “And what kind of man would I be if I didn’t keep my promises?”

“A shitty one.”

He laughs.

“Exactly.”

He makesgood on his promise. He thrusts deep, not giving me much time to adjust before he’s slipping out and plowing back in. Rhett fills me like no other man ever has, and the stretch of it sends me into fucking euphoria.

He hisses through his teeth, bottoming out and holding himself there for a moment. My pussy twitches around his girth, already ready for another orgasm. His hand reaches around to play with my clit, and I squeeze the absolute life out of him. I’m so sensitive.

“Poppy,” he grunts. “This cunt is perfection.”

His rhythm picks back up, and the headboard begins to smack against the wall. The mattress groans beneath us with each forward thrust, and I’m a little concerned we might break his damn bed. His skin is slapping against my own, and the sound my wetness makes is enough to make a girl blush.

“You ready for me, Poppy?” His fingers dig into the flesh of my hips as his cock touches the very end of me. He’s so goddamndeep.And from this angle, I can feel every sweet inch of him.

“Yes.” My fingers wrap around the rope as I attempt to hold myself up. He’s literally fucking me into the mattress.

“You gonna come for me, beautiful woman?” A hard smack hits my ass, and the banging of the bed against the wall becomes obnoxious.

“Yes,” I moan. “You’re so deep, Rhett. Oh, my god.”

“That’s right, poppyseed. I own this pussy.” He smacks my ass again and then pinches my clit between his fingers. “Come for me.”

I’m gone. I scream, and if anyone else were to hear it, they’d probably think it was a dying animal. I don’t hold back, letting all of the pleasure and pain and emotions flood out of me. Rhett keeps going until his hips stutter and then stop. I can feel him empty into me, his cum filling me up. Never did I think that I, Poppy Sharpe, would have a breeding kink, but god damn, the thought of him getting me pregnant makes me hot.

I collapse into the mattress, my body no longer able to hold me up. My limbs shake, and my wrists burn from the rope. Rhett wastes no time once he’s finished untying my hands from the headboard. I roll over, and his big hands work the blood back into my fingers as his cum begins to leak out of me.

“Washcloth!” I beg as I clench. “Leaking here.”

“Oh?”

He slinks down my body and pries my legs apart. I can feel it slide between my cheeks. A moment later, his fingers are there, swiping from my ass to my pussy and then slipping inside.

“That’s where it belongs,” he murmurs, making me feel a bit light-headed. Between the pressure building between my thighs and his possessive thoughts, I’m struggling to breathe.

“You’re a little possessive.”

He chuckles, dark and deep.

“Because it’s all mine.”

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