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“Mmmm…that feels so good,” she whispers.
The only thing better than this is being buried deep inside the heat of her body.
I told myself before picking her up that our date wouldn’t end with sex. We’d talk. Get to know each other.
“Poppy…” My fingers bite into her flesh.
She lifts her head to meet my heavy-lidded gaze. “What?”
“We shouldn’t take this any further.”
“Why not?” Leaning forward, her fingers pull at my polo, forcing it upward until it’s gathered around my chest. Her palms sweep over the bare flesh as her gaze tracks each movement. “We want each other.” She slants a look at me. “Don’t we?”
“Yes.”
“Then I don’t see what the problem is.”
I release a steady breath as her fingertips brush over my nipples before lazily circling them. All of my resistance crumbles. Especially when her hands drift to my belt buckle. She hesitates as her questioning gaze meets mine. Somehow, our roles have flipped and now she’s the one seeking out permission to take things further.
Maybe I was a fool to believe that tonight would end any other way than this.
When I jerk my head into a nod, she loosens the buckle before flicking open the button and lowering the zipper. She scoots back just enough for her fingers to slip inside my boxers and wrap around my cock. A groan slides from my lips as I thrust into her palm.
Fuck me, that feels good.
I don’t understand how everything she does makes me feel like I’m going to come undone. It doesn’t make a damn bit of sense. She’s a twenty-year-old girl. I’ve been with a shit ton of women, ones who knew how to suck the chrome off a bumper, and I still managed to control myself. All this one has to do is wrap her hand around my dick and I’m ready to blow my load.
Ridiculous.
“Do you have a condom?” she asks, breaking into the intense pleasure crashing around inside my brain. Which is probably for the best. A few more pumps and I’d likely embarrass myself.
“Back pocket, in my wallet.”
One hand stays wrapped around me while the other slips to the pocket of my jeans. She grabs the wallet before setting it on my chest.
“I could get it, but then I’d have to—”
“I’ll get it,” I blurt.
Her lips tremble as she strokes my length. “I figured that might be your answer.”
I flip open the wallet and grab the condom before tossing the leather aside. As I tear into the package, ready to cover my cock with latex, she reaches for the foil square.
“Let me do it.”
I blink at the unexpected offer.
When I hesitate, she holds out her hand and I lay the thin square in her palm. Carefully, she pulls out the rubber before yanking down the elastic band of my boxers until my erection can spring free. My heartbeat picks up its tempo when she scoots further down my thighs and leans down to run the tip of her tongue over my cock. Back and forth she strokes as I fight to keep the groan trapped inside. When she sucks the crown into her mouth, that becomes impossible.
Holy fuck.
“Poppy,” I mutter, precariously close to losing it.
This is exactly what she does to me. No matter how many times I try to convince myself that she’s no different from any other woman, she continues to blow that theory to shit. When her suction turns voracious, I thread my fingers through her long, blonde hair. I’m not sure if I’m trying to keep her in place or rip her away.
“There won’t be a need for that condom if you keep it up much longer.” And when I say much longer, I’m talking minutes.
Possibly seconds.
