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"Tristan!' I hiss out but don't stop him. I want this. He always makes me feel so needy for him. He rocks himself against me like a horny teenager until I reach down between us and start to pull his buckle open.
"Fuck, this is going to be fast Poppy. I can't fucking hold back. God, you're so damn beautiful." He growls out as he lifts me up off the ground.
"Take me, Tristan. Fuck, I'm so wet for you." I lean my head back and revel in the feeling of his hard cock bobbing under me ready to impale me with the simple movement of his arms. This is going to feel so damn good.
With one swift motion, Tristan drops me down onto his cock and buries his face in my neck as he stifles his groan. I have to put my hand over my mouth to keep from screaming out I'm so full so fast.
He uses his arms alone to move me up and down on his shaft. He snarls like a beast as he plummets deeper into me. I feel the first contractions of a hard orgasm begin to build at the back of my walls and I squeeze my hand over my mouth again as I let Tristan use my body the way that he sees fit. As the orgasm rips through me like a damn hurricane Tristan slam into me one final time and comes deep inside me again.
"Shit. I've never done anything like that before." Tristan admits as he tries to catch his breath. He slowly lets me down and I leave my legs spread open so his cum can drip down without messing up the dress. I'm for sure going to be wearing this one and I don't want to be walking around with a big wet spot.
"Stay in here for a minute. I'll be right back, I'm going to get something to wash ups up with." he fixes his pants and quietly exits the room while I lean against the wall trying to get my world to stop spinning. Too much pleasure too fast. A few seconds later he walks back in with a wet towel and lifts my leg to rest on his shoulder, he gently cleans me up and once he's finish he lays a soft kiss on my cunt as a parting gift.
"I can get used to this." I murmur still in a daze.
"You're going to have to because now that we're together I don't have to hide how much you always turn me on. Now I can just do something about it." He shrugs slightly and stands up. His phone buzzes in his pocket and when he takes it out, he tenses slightly.
"You're going to wear this one, right?" He gestures to the dress I have on.
"Yeah, why, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, the car is already outside waiting on us. I need to get this stuff paid for so we can go." I wait for my legs to dry slightly before I walk out of the dressing room with Tristan. The moment we get out I see the woman who was helping us shop standing to the side trying her hardest not to look in our direction. I don't know what kind of pull Tristan has but there's no way that this woman didn't hear the way he was fucking my brains out in that small fitting room. She knew and she just let us do what we wanted to do.
"You need anything else? You have your shoes, right?" Tristan asks as he slides over the tags, he pulled off our clothing to the cashier.
“Yes.” I have my shoes. I pulled out a pair of nude pumps to wear since I figured it would go with just about anything. I didn't think they would be such a perfect match for the dress that I chose. There is a pair of costume dangle earrings on display that I snatch and toss it to Tristan. Once it's all paid for the both of us rush out to the get into the car.
On the way to the party, I put a small amount of makeup on my face, some mascara and lip balm I don't want to be to made up since my dress is already a show stopper. At least in Tristan's eyes it is and right now that's all that matters.
When we get to the party and step out of the car together, hand in hand, I don't miss the way his family stare at us in surprise. This is a surprise to all of them.
No one say anything but I see a few smiles in my direction letting me know that they might just be okay with the way things are turning out with Tristan. I feel so proud to be on his arm. Just as we start to mingle with everyone at the party, my phone buzzes in my small clutch. I pull it out to see the number of the Diamond Dancers club. I answer it thinking that something must be wrong for anyone to be calling her but instead I only hear Savannah voice. The annoyance is already bubbling up before she even says a word.
"Savanah what’s going on? "
"Man, I don't even know. This place is a shit show. I don't know what going on but it's like everyone has come down with the flu or a virus. I can't get in contact with Remy or Corentina, Julian is locked in his office throwing up his soul and we are short about half the dancing staff. You're the next in line so I figured I give you a call so you can tell me what to do about this shit." Savanah curses again and I bite my tongue to keep from telling her to watch her mouth.
"Okay well the dancers that are available divvy out the other dancers sets and do a few solos for each girl. Just keep the customers happy, they're not going to know the difference. "
"Poppy, everything okay?" Tristan asks walking up behind me and wrapping his arm around my waist.
"Yeah babe, everything's fine."
"Babe? Are you with Tristan?" Savanah squeaks through the phone.
"Yes, we're at Desiree and Malcolm's engagement party. " I answer though I'm not sure why Savannah feels the need to get into my business.
"Wow, you know I figured that's what happen with Corentina but I didn't thing you were the type to sleep your way to the top too. Did you ever wait for him to get out of the hospital before you jumped on his dick?" Savannah snaps at me through the line and in my shock, I pull the phone away from my ear and hangs up the call. If I would have stayed on the phone, I would have caused a scene, and this is the last place I want to do that. Not after Tristan went to so much trouble to get the both of us ready on such short notice. I don't want to ruin this for him or anyone else.
"Poppy?" Tristan is standing right next to me his eyes furrowing in and his jaw clenched.
"Everything's fine. I just need to get some air okay?" I do my best to smile at him and even though he lets me go I can tell that he knows something more happened on the phone. Once I get on the balcony, I shoot Tristan a tight smile and turn away.
Disgust and anger crawl around under my skin as my mind replay's Savannah's hurtful words. The last time I felt like this a pageant contestant had accused her of the same thing, only instead of someone she truly wanted to be with it was the event director. My mother told him that I would be open to sit with him. I clutch at the railing and take a few deep breaths. I honestly thought I was all over this but it's obvious I'm not if one bitchy comment can have me spiraling back into this pit of depression.
