Page 84 of Last Boy

“What’s it going to be, Poppyseed?”

I don’t give him a verbal answer. Instead, I reach down and slide my hand over his impossibly huge bulge, dragging a hiss from his throat.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he coos before dropping his mouth to mine. His lips are cold, but his tongue is warm, making all the blood inside my body heat up and between my legs ache.

Sliding his hand inside my leggings, he sinks his fingers into my heat, pumping a few times in and out before bringing them to his mouth and running his tongue over them. “Christ almighty, I love the way your pussy tastes when it’s dripping and in need of my cock.”

A small moan escapes my lips before he pushes my leggings and panties down to give him better access between my legs, and his fingers plunge inside of me again.

“You’re fucking soaked for me, and I’ve barely touched you.”

Using his free hand, he brushes his thumb over my bottom lip. “What I wouldn’t give to watch you swallow my cock right now. To feel this hot little mouth take every inch of me and watch your eyes water as you gag, needing air. Or to fuck your ass, that tight little hole of yours.” He moves his hand to my neck, gripping slightly. “But we don’t have time for everything. That’ll come later. Right now, I’m gonna take you hard and fast.”

Pushing his jeans and briefs down just enough to set his hard length free, he palms himself, making me envious of his hand, and I push it away, replacing it with my own.

“Jealous of my hand, are you?” he growls against my lips, his eyes squeezing shut for a few seconds as I slide my hand back and forth. “You become such a needy little slut when my cock is out, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I moan as he grips my neck.

“But only for my cock, right?” he growls low. “Only for me.”

“Only…for…you,” I choke out, and his eyes light up with satisfaction just before he releases his hold.

Lifting me, he presses my back to the building and pushes his hard length inside of me. I whimper as I take him deeper until his hips begin to work in a quicker motion.

His hand fists my hair, and he gives it a pull as he thrusts in and out. “Always so wet. And so tight.”

He grunts, and my legs dangle at his sides, unable to keep them clasped around him as his movements grow harder and faster. Just as promised.

Even through my winter jacket, I can feel my spine pressing into the lighthouse. His lips attack mine, moving to my neck. He nips and licks my flesh, making me wince before both of his hands move to my ass, pushing me down harder on him.

At the very moment that I feel my orgasm get closer, his eyes snap to mine. “Gonna come with you, baby. Eyes on me while I fill you full of my cum.”

I keep my eyes open, and my vision blurs as I lose control. My body gives in, putting me over the edge at the same time I feel him pulsating inside of me.

His eyes remain on mine, though he shivers slightly. But I don’t think it’s from the cold.

Moments later, both of our chests heave deeply as we suck in the cold Maine air. And once we both pull our pants up, he cups my cheeks and kisses my nose.

“I love you, Poppyseed.”

“I love you too.” I smile. “So much.”

He suddenly looks nervous, which isn’t something Walker James usually shows.

“I know we just got back together not all that long ago, but…don’t you think this would be a cool place to get married? You and me?”

I don’t think I fully digest his words as I stare at him with likely a dumb, confused look on my face. “Um…yeah? I guess it would.”

“So, what if, like…we did?” He swallows hard. “What if we got married here? Just the two of us.” He pauses, releasing my face. “I mean, unless you wanted people here. Then, we could have whoever you wanted.”

Most of the time, I know where Walker is going with something. But right now, I have absolutely no idea. A few minutes ago, he was spewing filthy words from his mouth, banging me against a beautiful lighthouse. Now, suddenly, he’s talking about marriage.

“I mean, to be honest, I’ve never really wanted a wedding,” I say softly, but when I see a frown instantly form on his face, I take his hand. “I don’t mean that I don’t want to get married. I just mean weddings. All eyes on us. Spending a fortune to show our love for each other in front of a ton of people, who would probably be thinking in their heads that they have better shit to do that day than watch us tie the knot.” I pause, smiling at him. “I might not want a wedding. But someday, I’d love to get married.”

His frown slowly disappears, and he grins, looking like a geek. “Yeah,” he says nervously. “To who?”

Sliding my hands to his waist, I beam up at him. “Oh, you might know him. He’s a big deal. He’s also the New England Bay Sharks newest center.”

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