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She surrenders to me with zero hesitation, my bloody hand sinking into the crown of her hair, clutching her to me. She moans into my mouth, lips parting, my tongue plunges between her teeth, quick, full licks over her tongue. Her hands fist in my shirt, clenching the cotton tight between her fingers, she wrenches me into her with the same savagery I drag her in towards me.
We clash like fuel and flame. Explosive. I dominate our kiss, sucking on her tongue, biting her mouth, bruising her skin with my fingers digging into her spine, pulling on her hair. Her soft, breathy whimpers funnel into my mouth and I greedily swallow them down. Inhale her scent, smelling her soft skin, creamy and buttery beneath the sharp tang of liquor.
Smoothing my hand around from her lower spine, sweeping it up her belly beneath her loose shirt, I cup her tit, flicking my thumb over the taut point of her nipple through the rough lace of her bra. She groans louder, arching her neck, her back, pushing herself into me, my hand. I flex my fingers in her soft flesh, then yank the cup down, dipping in to free her breast, holding down the fabric with the heel of my hand.
Breaking the kiss, I lean back away from her, fondling her tit, pinching her nipple. I watch her throat bob as she drops her head back on her shoulders, hair swishing along her lower spine. Wrenching my fist from her hair, I feel wildly out of control, slamming my splayed hand over her chest, her shoulder blades connecting with the cold surface of the mirror. She shivers, feeling it through her thin shirt, crown of her skull knocking at the reflective glass where I force her back.
I loom over her, her chest heaving, my hands coming to her outer thighs, smoothing up and down the rough denim of herblack jeans, fingers pausing on the tops of her knees. I bite my lower lip, watching her eyes flutter open, dropping in their sockets to look down at me.
Deftly, I flick open my pants, releasing the tight material imprisoning my cock. Those lilac-gray-blue eyes on my hands the entire time. I’m slow with it, waiting for her to kick me away, to tell me no. Watching her face, watching her watch me, seeing her reaction. But I don’t want to take this slow, I can’t, desperate to get inside of her.
In a flurry of unconscious movement, I’m tearing at her jeans, ripping them down her legs, yanking them off of one leg along with her underwear and boot, hearing it thud to the floor as I wrap her leg around me. Neither one of us really notices though because I’m surging inside of her in one quick punch of my hips. Stilling us both at the sudden intrusion with deep synchronized groans.
It’s animal, the deep grumbling sound that rips free from my throat as I draw my dick out of her, look down at it glistening between us with her arousal, only my crown still secure inside of her opening. And I can feel her clamping down around me, her walls working to suck me back in.
“Look at us,” I grit out. “Look at where we’re joined,” I huff out, clenching my teeth to avoid coming right away.
She’s so hot and tight andright.
Wrong…
Everything about this is wrong, wrong, wrong.
Poppy’s supposed to be our enemy, the object of my obsession to ruin her father, but here, in this moment, my cock in her cunt, she’s something else entirely. And I don’t know how I’m ever going to claw my way back from this.
“Fuck, you feel so good. Look at us, Poppy.”
She whimpers when she looks. My hand still firmly planted on her chest, keeping her back to the mirror. Her hands curlingover the edge of the counter, knuckles prodding at the front of my thighs, she glances down her body, seeing where we’re joined, before flicking those haunting eyes back up to my face. And as they connect with mine, I thrust back in, eliciting a groan from both her and me.
And I’m possessed.
I don’t think of anything else as my hips piston, cock pounding into her over and over, holding her still, a leg curled around my waist, heel of her foot digging into my ass. Her heart thudding beneath the palm of my hand, just as hard as mine is.
I watch my slick cock disappear inside of her as far as it can get, and her pussy squeezes, her hips rolling, grinding herself against my pelvic bone, coating my skin with her arousal.
Her quiet cries, whimpers, her fingers of one hand stretched out to touch my skin, I watch her face, eyes dazed with lust, lips parted. She stares at me, looking at me,seeingme, and it makes my stomach flip.
In a frantic rhythm of hard, brutal thrusts, muscles crunching and rolling with every smack of my hips, my thumb rubs vicious circles over her swollen clit. With a short, breathy wail escaping through her clenched teeth, she climaxes.
And not a moment later, her muscles so tight it’s hard to push through, I start to come, realizing too late that I’m still inside of her, I quickly pull out of her, fisting my pulsing cock, coating her pussy and inner thighs with the last of my release.
My eyes squeeze shut, head dropping forward, hand leaving her chest, I sweep my fingers up her neck, resting them against her face, my thumb on her chin. Trying to catch my breath, get my bearings.
Opening my eyes, I look up, her chest heaving, cheeks flushed, but then she glances down, a small crease forming between her brows.
“Poppy?” I breathe out raggedly, a look I do not fucking like starting to form on her face.
A shuddery breath whistles out of her, her face paling. She shakes her head, wincing as she looks down at herself. I tuck myself away, drag her closer with my hands on her hips, sitting her up from the mirror.
“Lollipop?”
Throat rolling with a hard swallow, her eyes slam shut, and even when she opens them, she doesn’t look at me, “Please don’t call me that,” it’s a barely audible whisper, but it’s like a sledgehammer to the sternum. “I want to stand up,” the words shudder, her breathing uneven.
Gritting my teeth, I take a step back, “Let me just-” I rake a hand through my dark hair. “Let me just clean you up first, okay?” I’m gentle with my words and I don’t know why because it’s her, this fucking girl, this isn’t supposed to be happening.
She shakes her head, still not looking at me, “It’s okay, I got it.”
She slips from the counter with a pinched expression, and it’s like the petals of a flower closing, the way she shutters herself. Not bothering to wipe my cum off of her, she shoves her leg back through her jeans, foot into her boot. Deft fingers work her jeans, and she runs her hands over the crown of her head, smoothing the wild hair in the back.
