Page 64 of Her Age Gap Match

“This seems dangerous!” I said, still laughing.

“I’ve got you, baby…I’ve got you.”

Soon, we were in the bedroom, John setting me down as gently as he could. I still bounced on the mattress, a wild grin on my face, my hair in tight curls all around my shoulders. He reached behind him to pull his shirt and hoodie off in one fluid movement, then hooked his thumbs in his sweats to pull his pants down. God…god, his cock was already hard, and I couldnt⁠—

I wanted him.

I wanted him so bad it hurt.

I moved faster than he could, crawling toward him and taking his cock in my mouth…all the way to the back of my throat, not hesitating.

He moaned.

“Jesus, Poppy…fuck. Fuck yes…”

He tangled his hand in my hair and started to move his hips, testing how deep I could take him. His grip tightened and I let him take over, set the pace, go as deep as he wanted because I wanted to give him this.

Wanted to give him everything.

“Look at me,” he said.

I looked up at me, my mouth full of him. His jaw was tight, eyes dark as he watched me work him.

“Good girl,” he purred. “Just like that. Taking me so fucking well…fuck, you’re perfect.”

I hummed around him and his eyes fluttered like he was struggling to keep them open. I felt him holding back, keeping his thrusts slow and deliberate.

“No idea…fuck…no idea how bad I want to come in that pretty mouth,” he growled. “But I need to come in your pussy. Holding back for you, Poppy…holding back because I need you riding me.”

I moaned. It just made me want to do more, to take him deeper, to do better.

“Six goddamn months to wait until I can put a baby in you,” he snarled. “Come on—come on, Poppy. You’re doing so well.”

I gave myself over to it completely, opening my throat, leaning in. He groaned and pulled on my hair hard enough that it stung.

“Poppy—”

I took him deeper. Wanted to push him to the brink.

“Fuck, baby…fuck, I wanna come inside you but⁠—”

Deeper.

“Christ.” His hips stuttered. “Christ, you’re not gonna stop, are you?”

I smiled around his cock, dragging my tongue along the underside and then taking him deep all over again. His whole body shuddered.

“Look at you,” he breathed. “Look at you taking me—you want it that bad—ah…fuck it⁠—”

His pace increased and he gave me what I’d been chasing, thrusting into my mouth fast and hard. I took it, wanted it, craved it—then I felt the heat of him down my throat, swallowing as much as I could, showing him just how badly I wanted him.

He pulled out fast, then he was climbing into the bed and kissing me hard, one calloused hand on my breast, tugging at my nipple. He was still half-hard between my legs, his cock sliding against my folds.

“Gonna fuck you anyway,” he said. “Come inside you. You want that, baby?”

“Please.”

“God yes, beg for it⁠—”