Page 27 of Don’t Go Breaking My Heart (Houston Baddies #3)

turner

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I seriously cannot fucking handle this.

The way she’s looking at me, eyes heavy and lidded, lips swollen and wet from my passion. The way she’s moving beneath me when my head was between her thighs… the way her hips rocked, the way her soaked pussy teases my cock now.

She’s desperate to feel every inch of me…

But her goddamn bra.

It has to go.

It’s still on, thin lace stretched tight over her tits, her nipples hard. The sight of it, barely hiding anything or holding it in , has been driving me insane.

“Get this gone,” I say, reaching behind her, fingers finding the clasp, fumbling once before I grip it and snap it open. The straps go slack, the sheer fabric falls away, exposing her nipples.

They’re tight.

Pink.

Begging for my mouth.

My palm slides up her ribs to cup those beautiful tits, thumbs circling one tight little peak, brushing over it until she’s whimpering beneath me, back arching, nails digging into my shoulders…

“You like that?” I growl against her skin, teeth grazing the sensitive bud before I lick over it, soothing the sting, feeling it pebble even tighter beneath my tongue.

“Yes.”

I can’t fucking help myself.

The sight of her, flushed and panting, nipples wet from my mouth, chest heaving as she squirms beneath me—it’s too goddamn much. My cock throbs against her thigh, heavy and leaking, so hard it’s almost painful.

“You know what I want to do?” I growl, voice dark and low as I press my hips down, letting her feel every thick, aching inch of me. “I want to slide my cock between these tits. Fuck them. Watch you squeeze them around me while I come on your chest.”

Her mouth parts into a little O of surprise.

I get that it’s a lot.

I understand she’s never heard me so much as curse…

I don’t give a shit.

I’m so close to sliding in, to burying myself deep and forgetting everything but how tight and hot she is.

Lips parted, her gaze darting down to where I’m still grinding against her, to the wet, swollen mess we’re making…

I lean down, kissing her hard, swallowing the needy little sound she makes as my cock slides lower, pressing against her entrance.

“Do it,” she gasps, her legs wrapping around my waist, heels digging into my ass, dragging me closer. “I want to feel all of you.”

I push forward, the swollen, aching head of my erection pressing against her, sinking in inch by inch… so tight… so wet…

It’s a miracle I don’t come right there.

“Christ,” I rasp, my forehead pressing against hers, my breaths coming out in harsh, ragged pants. Every muscle in my body is strung tight, every nerve ending screaming as her pussy flutters around me, squeezing, milking, pulling me deeper.

Poppy’s head falls back, her mouth dropping open, a raw, desperate moan spilling out as she clenches around me, her pussy fluttering, squeezing me so tight I can barely breathe.

“You feel so good,” she whimpers. “So good.”

“Fuck,” I grit out, my hips rocking, my cock throbbing inside her, every nerve ending on fire. “Holy shit you’re tight…”

Blessedly so.

It feels unreal.

Her legs wrap around my waist, heels digging into my ass, dragging me closer, deeper, and I bury myself to the hilt, grinding against her, feeling her walls flutter around me, clenching, pulling me in.

“You’re so deep,” she gasps, eyes flying open, dark and wild, pupils blown as she looks up at me, her lips trembling. “So hard.”

“Yeah?” I growl, my hand slipping between us, thumb finding her clit, circling it in slow, firm strokes that make her cry out, whole body arching up into me. “You like my big dick?”

The words tumble out of my mouth—I have no idea where they came from.

“Y-yes…” she moans.

I groan, my hips snapping harder, faster, my cock slamming into her, every wet, filthy stroke sending sparks zinging down my spine.

“Are you gonna come all over my cock?”

She nods. “I’m so close.”

My hands go up, pressing against the headboard as I grind my hips into her, driving deeper… deeper… hanging my head so I can see her face. Look into her eyes.

“Look at me,” I demand, voice rough as gravel, my gaze locked on hers. “Look at me while you come. I want to see it. Show me how bad you need it.”

Her eyes fly open, her pupils blown, lips swollen and parted as her breath comes out in ragged, desperate pants.

“I’m g-gonna come,” she sobs, her nails sinking into my skin, her pussy clenching, fluttering, tightening around me. “Fuck, Turner. Uhhh… I’m gonna come. Don’t stop. Don’t stop…”

“Come for me,” I rasp, thrusting, thrusting, thrusting… thumb pressing her clit, circling it faster as I grind deep, filling her completely, holding her down as she shatters beneath me.

Heat pools at the base of my spine, my balls tightening, my cock throbbing inside her, and then I’m there, everything snapping, coming apart as my release tears through me like a fucking freight train.

“Oh, fuck, oh… fuckkk,” I grit out, my head falling forward, forehead pressing against hers, my hands fisting the sheets on either side of her head as I spill inside her, hot and thick and endless.

So much come…

Poppy moans too, hands on my ass to drag me closer, deeper, holding me there as I empty myself inside her, pulse after pulse, my body shuddering with every hot, wet spurt.

I can feel her heart hammering against my chest, her fingers stroking the back of my neck, her breaths coming in slow, shaky gasps as she comes down, her body still clenching around me while my body wracks from the shockwave of my orgasm.

Her fingers trail up my spine, slow and lazy, her nails grazing the back of my neck as she lets out a soft, contented sigh. I drop my head to the pillow, lips brushing her damp skin, mouth kissing her shoulder.

We’re still connected.

Still joined.

My cock is softening inside her, but I don’t move. Don’t pull out. Don’t want to. Not yet.

“Holy crap,” she breathes, voice soft and hoarse, a dazed, sleepy smile tugging at her swollen lips. “That was…”

“Yeah,” I mutter, my lips ghost over her collarbone.

I lift my head, leaning back enough to see her face. Her hair is a wild, tangled mess around her head, her cheeks flushed, her eyes half-lidded and heavy as she blinks up at me. She looks thoroughly wrecked. Thoroughly satisfied—and the sight of it makes my chest squeeze.

My hand finds her hair, fingers threading through the dark, damp strands as I brush them back from her face, stroking them gently. She leans into my touch, eyes falling shut, a little hum escaping her lips.

Her eyes open and she gives me a heavy-eyed grin. “I can’t feel my legs.”

I chuckle, low and rough, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “That’s a great sign.”

“A great sign—or a medical emergency?”

“I could always give you mouth-to-mouth to be on the safe side.”

Her eyes glint, a wicked smile curving her lips. “What about mouth-to-pussy? You know, for safety reasons.”

My cock twitches inside her, and her eyes go wide. “Are you getting hard again?”

I kiss her mouth. “Guess we’re not done yet.”