Page 75 of Last Boy

Slowly, I hook my thumbs under my sweatpants and pull them down enough for my cock to spring free. Backing up to one of the chairs, I pull her along with me before I sit down.

Reaching forward, I slide my hand between her legs until my fingers sink inside her heat, and she moans. Looking up at her, I rake my bottom lip between my teeth.

“You’re fucking soaked, baby. After one day, were you already missing my cock?”

“No,” she growls. “I’m too mad to miss anything about you right now.”

I don’t smirk, though I want to. Because, goddamn, she’s fucking hot when she’s pissed off.

Moving my fingers in and out of her quicker, I glide my free hand under her sweatshirt and grip her breast before pulling her toward me. Shoving her top up and over her breasts, I run my tongue around her nipple, biting gently before releasing.

“Don’t worry, baby. When you’re riding my dick in a few seconds, while I move in and out of that tight, drenched pussy…you’ll forget you’re mad.”

I pull her onto me, and she slowly drops herself down, taking me inch by inch, making me shiver.

“Put your hands behind the chair,” she growls. “And don’t move a fucking muscle.” Bringing her mouth to mine, she glares down at me. “And don’t you dare make a sound. You don’t deserve that.”

I think my cock hardens even more, if possible, when she commands me before her hips start to move.

“This isn’t for you, Walker. This is for me. Do you understand?” She fucks me harder, rocking back and forth and moving up and down, her pussy soaking my cock before sucking me back inside. “You don’t deserve to come, but if you’re a good boy and let me fuck your cock until I come, I might just let you.” She leans down, biting down on my neck—hard. “And that’s only because I want to walk past Gia and know that your cum is dripping from my body instead of hers.”

Holy. Fucking. Shit. I groan, unable to help myself.

I’m always the one in control. That’s how I like it too. At least, I thought I did. But this right here? Poppy taking exactly what she wants, and what she wants is her pussy full of my dick? I like this. No, I fucking love it.

She throws her head back, and her legs curl behind her as she rides me. I feel her begin to clench around my length, making my balls tingle and my vision grow dark. A few soft moans escape her lips, and her movements slow just as my seed spills inside of her, filling every fucking part of her tight pussy.

She grows still, and she looks down at me, sucking in air. “I’m still mad at you.”

“If that’s your punishment, I think I’m okay with that,” I say, and she swats me.

“You’re an asshole,” she grumbles.

“Yeah, I know.” I lean up, kissing her. “I swear, I’m going to make it up to you. All of it.”

Nodding slowly, she smiles. “I know.”

21

Walker

Even though I know everything is under control, my fingers tremble as I straighten my tie. Beckett isn’t a dumb man. Things don’t just…slide by him. So, right now, I’m fucking terrified. But Poppy asked me to trust her, so I’m doing what I can to do just that.

“Good Lord, you suck at that,” Briar says as she walks into the room. “Let me fix it, would ya?”

“Go ahead,” I mutter, turning toward her.

For my entire life, Briar and I were close. So close. But now, she goes along so easily with Beckett’s plans. Never so much as putting up a fight. I can’t trust her right now, and that really sucks because I could use her in my corner. Poppy and I both could.

“When’s your big, happy, not-forced wedding day anyway, B?” I drawl slowly. “Not sure how I ended up in this situation before you did.”

Her body stiffens for a split second before she relaxes, as if she’s coaching herself to keep calm and not set off any alarms.

“Well, I’m not sure yet. We’re securing the venue and all that. It’s absolutely gorgeous and in Paris.” She speaks as if she’s trying to talk herself into it. “You’ll be there, right?”

When she finishes my tie, she steps back, nervously looking up at me when I don’t answer. “Walker?” she whispers. “You’ll be there, right?”

“I don’t know.” I shrug. “To be honest, watching my sister marry someone she hardly knows—someone our uncle is forcing her to marry just to build more connections and get richer and more powerful—is not really high on my list of shit to do.”

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