Page 54 of Broken Rivalry

I take another controlled lap, and then, as she is tightening her legs around my head, my control breaks. My tongue probes deeper, trying to drink the arousal her body is giving me. I flick my tongue over her clit lightly, and I can sense her body jump.

She moans, calling my name, and it is almost as much of an aphrodisiac as her sweet taste and light heat. I give long laps down over that dripping slit. I capture a tender lip in my mouth and run my tongue over the soft edge.

She moans again, and I realize as my cock leaks more precum that if I don’t make her come now, I won’t last until I get inside of her.

Slipping my tongue inside her and curling it up a bit, she starts to moan louder. Her hands are aimless, one on my head, the other grabbing a handful of the comforter.

Her breathing quickens. “Ethan!” she screams, and I press my face against her harder, trying to get my tongue a little deeper, alternating between nibbling on those lips and taking her clit in my mouth.

The muscles of her legs tense, pressing in around my head as her climax rises. Short gasps of air she inhales ring around me as I continue to devour her harder. Watching from above her smooth mound, her chest rising higher and higher as she has yet to exhale. Her fingers are clenched around the comforter, desperate to fall over the precipice, her body shaking. I take my cue and dive harder.

“Oh, Ethan! Oh, Ethan! Oh fuck. Oh sh—” She lets out a cry as her back arches, and she comes in an amazing explosion of pleasure.

I am sure the whole house heard her, and I feel like a superhero right now. Nothing matters more to me than my girl’s pleasure.

Her legs fall from my shoulders as if she’s boneless, and I can’t help but smile, knowing I’m the one who’s satisfied her to the point of total relaxation.

I stand up and look at her spread legs and her pussy waiting for my cock. I let my eyes trail up to meet her half-hooded eyes.

“I want you, Ethan Hawthorne,” she lets out breathlessly.

My heart squeezes with a deep tenderness in the middle of the lust-fueled moment.

“Not more than I want you, Poppy Donovan,” I reply, and she gives me a half smile.

She lets her eyes trail down as I unbuckle my belt and unbutton my pants, taking them down with my underwear, revealing my raging hard-on to her.

“We don’t have to do it if you’re not sure,” I tell her again despite my aching cock screaming for me to shut up and sink into the heaven in front of my eyes.

She shakes her head, reaching her hand toward me. “I’m sure.”

I reach for the condom she brought and open it, sliding it on my length as I keep my eyes locked with hers.

I kneel on the bed and crawl over her, placing the head of my cock against her hot flesh. I’m nervous, even more nervous than I had been the first time I had sex. I want… No, I need Poppy to enjoy it. I need her to want to be with me. I don’t want to cause any further pain for her. Never again.

I kiss her deeply, slipping the tip in. I feel my muscles tense with the Herculean control it takes not to sink into her heat.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I admit, my voice strained with effort as I slip another inch inside of her.

She cups my jaw. “It’s okay. I will be okay,” she murmurs.

I know I don’t have Cole’s massive dick—something I’m particularly happy with today, but I’m still above average, and I want Poppy to enjoy my seven inches.

I lean back down to her and softly bite her bottom lip as I slip in slowly, inch by inch. Suddenly, she tenses. I reach the breaking point, and as my tongue grazes the captured flesh of her soft lip, I move my hips in one sharp movement, fully seated inside her.

She takes a sharp intake of breath, her body tenses under mine, and I stop moving, stop breathing, and let go of her lip, rearing my head back a bit to look at her face.

Her eyes are closed tightly.

“I’m sorry, I—” I what?

She opens her eyes and stares at me silently. I want to beg her to talk, and I’m about to. But when she runs her fingers along my cheek, her eyes full of awe and tenderness, I relax a little.

“It’s perfect,” she whispers, tracing my face again.

“It is perfect,” I confirm, giving a shallow thrust.

I keep my eyes on hers as I move slowly in and out of her, almost reverently. Her walls are tight around me, and I truly feel I could die a happy man.

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