Page 62 of Last Boy

“I don’t want to hurt you. You’re still healing. So, if anything is too much, you’re going to have to tell me, okay?” he says, sliding one hand to my ass and giving it a squeeze.

He gazes at my chest, and already, his length hardens, standing out straight.

“Hmmm…do I want to bury my face between these thighs? Or do I want to drive my cock so deep inside of you that you scream?”

Gently, he spins me around so that his erection is pressing into my ass, and he marches me to the couch. As he pushes me forward, I feel my bottoms being pulled down, and he palms my asscheek.

“No panties, huh?” he mutters into my ear. “It’s like you were just waiting to take my dick, weren’t you?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Tell me, Poppy, did you think of me in that bathtub?”

I should blush, but I’m far too turned on to even care. The truth is, I did think of him. I turned my music on, and I imagined all the things we could do in this penthouse. But afraid that he’d barge in, I didn’t dare to take it further than that.

“No,” I lie, craning my neck to look at him.

“Don’t lie. You fucking slid your hand between your legs, and you imagined it was my fingers slipping into this tight pussy.” He drags his hand up my inner thigh, brushing my heat, but not pushing his fingers inside of me.

“How many times, Poppyseed?” he grumbles. “How many times over the last three-plus years have you fucked yourself with your hand, just picturing me?”

With my ass still to his front, he leans forward and kisses my neck. “How fucking many?” he growls.

“So many,” my voice croaks as he pulls my shirt over my head, leaving me completely naked. “Did you…” I swallow, looking down.

“Did I think of you?” he mutters into my ear. “Baby, I’ve covered my hand in cum, imagining it was your pussy, more times than I can count. I’ve also pictured you sucking my cock the way you just did. Or riding my dick with that sweet ass slapping against my balls while these perky tits bounced for me.”

My mouth hangs open, and I moan just as he drops to his knees behind me and spreads my legs further apart before his tongue is inside of me. Unable to keep myself completely upright, I press my body into the couch, and I whimper as he buries his face deeper. My hips instinctively rock back against his face, and his hand reaches around the front of me, brushing his thumb against what I’ve realized is my most sensitive spot while his tongue continues to work me over.

It feels so damn good. Too good. Everything in my brain melts away, and all I can focus on is the amount of pleasure my body is feeling in this moment. I’m at his mercy, so close to coming undone. All for him and what he does to me. But before I cross that finish line, he’s pushing to his feet, and he moves me to the window.

Even though I know it’s blacked out from the outside world, I can’t stop my heart from racing when I imagine the people who could be below.

I feel his growing cock press against my ass.

“I know you’re sore, baby. You’re healing. So, the last thing I want to do is make it worse,” he mutters into my ear.

“Take me,” I whisper, craning my head to glance at him. “The first time, you were so scared to hurt me because it was my first time. And I…I wasn’t in my right mind.” I push back slightly, enough so that his length presses into me harder. “Take me, Walker. And don’t hold back. I want all of you.”

“Fuck…me,” he growls before pressing his body to mine, forcing me against the window.

The sting from the bumps and bruises on my body is quickly diminished when he parts my legs and works the head of his dick inside of me.

“Jesus, your pussy is so fucking tight. It practically sucks my cock in and holds it prisoner,” he groans, pushing more of himself inside of me, inch by inch, until I feel so full that I could combust. “And, baby, I’d like to fucking stay here forever. Just like this. Buried inside of you, feeling you squeezing around me.”

It hurts, but it’s not the bad kind of pain that I’m used to. This pain is welcome. This pain feels like…living.

Before I know it, he takes a few steps back, bringing me with him before he pushes my head forward. Instinctively, I bend over, grabbing the windowsill and arching my back and bringing my ass up to meet his thrust.

Every time he pumps in and out, it hurts a little less. And not long after, we’re working in a rhythm.

“Goddamn, you’re fucking soaked,” he growls. “You’re just about dripping down my thighs, baby. Coating my dick and making me want to come inside of you right now.”

“Walker—” My voice breaks when, all at once, my orgasm hits me, and the edges of my vision start to fade to black, making it hard for me to keep hold of the window. “Oh fuck,” I cry out, almost screaming as my body starts to fall forward, but he keeps me still, coming inside of me abruptly.

“Fucking A, I love how your greedy pussy feels while I fucking spill my cum inside of it,” he bellows. “Taking every ounce like a good girl and my little whore.”

My legs are shaky as his body jerks forward a few more times. And when he kisses my shoulder before slowly pulling out of me, I suck in a few shaky breaths and hide the wince coming from my abdomen, proving that I really, really overdid it.

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