Page 66 of Last Boy

All of this shit happened minutes before my game ended. And neither Hudson nor Poppy filled me the fuck in. In fact, I talked to her on the phone not long after it happened. She sounded fine. She mentioned nothing about that phone call.

“Are you going to continue sulking, or can we go about our day?” she calls from the kitchen.

When I don’t answer, she walks into the living room, and I keep my eyes hard as I glare at her. Her bruises are now a yellowish hue, slowly fading from her skin. And from the way she moves, I can tell that her body is much less sore than it was when I left for Ohio a few days ago.

“You should have told me,” I snarl, avoiding her and keeping my hands on the armrest and looking away from her. “I know damn well Hudson would have. But I guarantee you didn’t let him.”

“You’re right,” she says calmly. “I did ask him not to tell you. Because, for once, I wanted you to enjoy something.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I see her across the living room. “You can be mad all you want, big guy. I’m not sorry for caring enough to want you to enjoy your win with the team.”

I snap my eyes to her, narrowing them. “I’m so fucking pissed right now, Poppy.”

Taking a few steps forward, she shrugs her shoulders. “What do I have to do to make it up to you?” she coos in a breathy tone. “Tell me, and I’ll do it.”

I stare at her in her baby-blue tank top and matching cotton shorts. Through her shirt, I can see her tits perfectly, and my cock twitches.

“Get on your hands and knees and fucking crawl to me,” I growl slowly. “Crawl across the rug, to my feet and beg for me to forgive you enough to give you my cock.”

Poppy has never been one to do what she’s told. I expect her to argue or sass me. Instead, she sinks to the floor, gets on all fours, and crawls to me. Her eyes never break contact with mine, and she tilts her chin up when she’s at my feet. “Please, forgive me. I didn’t want to ruin your night. You deserved to celebrate with your teammates,” she whispers as her tank top hangs forward, giving me a direct view of her tits.

I swallow a groan before it escapes my lips.

“You’re going to suck my cock. You’re going to make me come, but don’t you even think for a second that I’m going to let that greedy pussy of yours do the same,” I hiss before I push forward to stand and pull my sweatpants down enough to let my cock spring free.

She looks at my dick, still on all fours, as her eyes grow hooded. But when she starts to lift her hands, I shake my head.

“Nope. You stay on your hands and knees, my little whore,” I grumble. “Now, open up that deceitful mouth and suck on my dick.”

Keeping her back arched, she leans forward, bringing me into her mouth slowly. Now that her lip is healed, I jerk my hips forward, plunging deep into her throat and making her gag. Normally, I wouldn’t consider being this rough with her, but she lied, and I need her to know I’m angry about that.

But the thing is, she fucking loves it. She gags slightly before moaning.

“Maybe I read it wrong, huh, Poppyseed. Maybe sucking my dick is too much of a reward for you. You don’t deserve a reward right now.”

She moves her lips up and down my cock, soaking my length and making it impossible for me to force her to stop.

I watch her hand lift from the floor and move it between her legs. Pulling my cock out of her mouth, I reach down and grip her chin.

“Don’t even think about touching yourself, P. Hands on the floor. Don’t make me ask again.”

Whimpering, she does as she was told.

“Look how fucking turned on you are. Just like I said, sucking my dick is too rewarding for you. We can’t have that, can we?”

Standing up straighter, I tease her by brushing the tip of my dick over her lips and along her cheek. But instead of sliding back between her plump, now-reddened lips, I palm myself. Sliding my hand back and forth, just half an inch from her face.

“Walker,” she whimpers, moving her mouth closer to my cock. “Please—”

I continue to jerk my dick, glaring down at her. “Please what, Poppyseed?” I bark.

“Please…let me. Let me…”

Her lips part, and she stares up at me. I’m so fucking turned on that I can hardly keep myself from blowing my load all over her face right now to teach her a lesson. Then again, she’d probably like that too.

“Say the words, angel.” I tilt my chin up. “Say it like a good fucking girl who wants a mouthful of my cum.”

“Please, let me suck your dick,” she says, somewhere between a whine and a growl, and I love it when I see a pinkish hue fill her cheeks.

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