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Poppy drew in a hard, deep breath as he slid his hand into her hair, his fingers suddenly bunching in the curls, creating that luscious, sharp sensation in her scalp that she knew she’d always associate with Jack.
He didn’t ask or tell her to part her lips for him. With his free hand he cupped her cheek, his thumb finding her jaw and exerting just enough pressure to make certain her lips parted for him. To ensure that when the heavy crest pressed against her lips it was able to push inside her, stretching her lips around the fierce, iron-hot flesh.
Poppy’s hands jerked to his thighs, her nails digging into the leather chaps, her eyes widening as he pushed in deep.
“Suck me, Poppy,” he growled even as her mouth tightened on him and her involuntary groan escaped her throat.
“Do you think I’ll be slow and easy?” he demanded, moving against the grip her lips had on him. “That I’ll make a single allowance for your inexperience now?”
God, she hoped not.
She wanted him. All of him. Every part of him in that short time that she had him.
“Get ready, baby, because when I’m done, you’re going to be swallowing that cock while I fill that tight little throat with my come.”
Someone should have warned her, though, her eyes widening as he began to move against her lips, his hard voice darker, more sexual than she’d ever heard it as he demanded she suck him tighter, harder.
Her tongue swirled over the head as he thrust inside and retreated, pressed and rubbed against the underside when she couldn’t lick. She felt the thick, heavy veins throbbing against her lips, the iron hardness of the head filling her mouth.
The hand in her hair held her still, kept her in place as his hips moved, pushing in and retreating as he demanded she give him exactly what he wanted. All of what he wanted.
When she felt he was pushing in too deep and tried to pull back, he held her still, and demanded to know if she’d changed her mind. He couldn’t know that it was like striking a match to gasoline when that raw stubbornness she possessed was concerned.
Her eyes watered as she struggled to take him, her nails clenched into the leather covering his thighs, and she could hear her cries as though they were someone else’s. Low, hungry sounds as that intoxicating sense of raw lust began to strengthen inside her.
Soon, his own moans covered hers. Low, ragged curses, his voice tortured, his thrusts increasing in intensity as he gripped his cock at that point where it wasn’t possible for her to take more.
Poppy didn’t just accept each thrust passively; she sucked, licked, her moans vibrating against his flesh as he pierced the back of her throat. She was lost in a dark, sensual world where his pleasure drove hers, filling her senses with that rush of powerful, drugging pleasure that made no sense but that she nonetheless accepted without protest.
“Fuck, Poppy…” he snarled, the thrusts changing rhythm now, becoming shorter, more intense. “Fuck yes, baby girl, suck it deep…
“Beautiful, baby…
“Ah fuck. Damn you, Poppy…”
His breathing was heavy, laborious, but so was hers as she struggled to draw enough air through her nostrils.
She could feel his thighs tightening, bunching beneath her fingers until they were like columns of steel. He thrust against her lips, her suckling mouth, as her own thighs tightened and she felt the whiplashes of sensations striking at her clit, her pussy.
She was lost in the sensations and the pure, raw need burning through her. He did that to her, laid waste to even her greatest fantasies of him. It was rawer and more intense than she could have dreamed.
“Take me, Poppy,” he groaned, his hands tightening in her hair as he fucked her mouth, his cock shuttling back and forth between her lips before he buried it as deep as possible. “All of me…”
She felt the head of his cock swell further, and an instant later the first, hard pulse of semen exploded at the back of her throat.
Poppy fought to breathe, to swallow, to experience every moment, every sensation of having Jack completely, exactly as he was. Hard, unyielding, his sexual hunger as dark and focused as the man himself.
“Damn you, Poppy.” He pulled away from her, his hand still in her hair, his still hard cock framed by his open jeans and those damned riding chaps.
And Poppy could have sworn she orgasmed at the sight of it.
The sensation was like a mini-starburst going off in her womb and radiating outward until she felt her pussy tighten and moisture spill furiously from the clenched, sensitive tissue.
She didn’t have time to recover or to balance her senses. She barely had time to take a breath before he pulled her from her chair, lifted her in his arms, and joined her lips to his as he carried her from the kitchen through the house and into a bedroom.
The door cracked on the frame as he slammed it closed, and a heartbeat later she felt herself falling. Gasping as her back met a mattress, she stared up at Jack, the feeling of dazed intoxication still holding her in its grip as she watched him sit on the chair across from the bed and remove his boots as though he had all the time in the world.
“Get those clothes off,” he demanded, his lips kiss-swollen, his gaze focused and intense. “Now.”
