Page 61 of Last Boy

“You’re too hurt for that, Poppy.”

I grimace. “It’s because of how I look, isn’t it? I wouldn’t want to do anything with me either.”

I start to back away, but he stops me.

“You’re fucking beautiful. And just looking at you, bruises or not, makes my cock hard. Every. Single. Time. And I mean that with everything that I am.” He looks pained. “But you’re still hurt. And I don’t want to do anything that’ll cause you pain.”

The way he’s looking at me right now, I see it. He really does think I’m beautiful. And his eyes eat me up in a way I’ve never felt. Despite how scary I look, he wants me still. And that means so much.

Sliding my palm under his shirt, I rest it just under the band of his briefs. “Let me decide what I’m too hurt for, okay? I can take a lot of pain.”

“Poppy,” he rasps, “this will be twice now that you’ve been in pain and I’ve fucked you to make it better.” He gives his head a slight shake. “It can’t fix anything. You know that.”

Moving my hand lower, I feel the bulge through his jeans, and I gently massage it before dropping to my knees. Reaching up, I unbutton his jeans and pull them down enough for his hard cock to spring free. My lip might be busted up, but I don’t care. Right now, all I want to do is make him realize that there will never be another Walker and Poppy. I want to make him realize how much he’ll miss me when he’s gone. How much he’ll miss us.

“You don’t have to do that, baby,” he groans low. “Your lips…they’re—”

“My lips are eager to suck your dick,” I hiss, loving the pure shock I see in his eyes as his pupils dilate. “Now, be a good boy and let me do that.”

I’ve never done anything like this before. And to be honest, I’m terrified that I’m not going to be good at it. And his soon-to-be wife…she will be.

God, I can’t think about that right now.

Reaching for his thighs, I give him a shove until his back is up against the door. I open my lips and spring up on my knees enough to welcome him inside. The second my tongue touches his flesh, his hips buck toward my face, and he hisses.

I take him deeper, opening my throat as much as I can and letting him slide across my tongue. Closing my lips around him, I bob back and forth, angling my head upward to look him in the eyes just before moaning around his length.

“Jesus Christ,” he growls. “Feels so fucking good.”

Cupping my tongue, I work my way down his dick before flicking my tip around his head.

His hips buck again at the same time I try to take him deep, and he hits the back of my throat. I gag but keep him inside of my mouth.

“Fuck, baby…I’m going to—” he hisses.

I quickly move my lips up and down his wet cock, craving to bring him to his finish. He hisses a slew of curses as his hips jerk up and back. The taste of salt hits my throat, and I force myself to not flinch.

“Look at me while you’re swallowing my cum,” he snaps, barely choking the words out.

Staring up at him, I focus on my breathing as panic builds in my chest. I don’t want to disappoint him by not finishing him off the way I want to. So, I refuse to do that, and I relax my throat.

“Swallow,” he utters, his eyes rolling back as the last bit spills from his head.

Gazing at me again, he stares at my throat as I work to swallow down the rest of him, never taking his cock from my mouth.

I run my tongue around him once more, and his mouth hangs open as he moans.

“Fucking A, baby. You even licked me clean.” He reaches down, brushing his thumb under my chin. “Such a good fucking girl for me.”

Slowly, I release him and push myself to stand. Looking down bashfully, I chew my bottom lip. “Was that…okay? I can learn to be better…you know.”

“The fact that it was your first fucking time sucking dick, and it was the best head I’ve ever had…Jesus Christ, Poppy.” He gently swipes his thumb over the side of my lip that’s not cut. “This mouth was made to take my cock.” As he slides his hand to my neck, his eyes darken. “And this throat…to swallow my cum.”

My legs are shaky, and I didn’t even orgasm. But the pain that I’ve been accustomed to since the attack has somehow disappeared, and all that is left behind is a throbbing between my legs and a sting on my bottom lip.

“I bet you’re fucking dripping, baby,” he utters, sliding his hands to my waist. “I bet sucking my dick has that pussy of yours soaked.”

“Y-yes,” I breathe out.

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