Page 30 of Primal

Poppy didn’t comply right away, and I knew she was still rattled by what’d just happened. I thought about the devastated look on her face when Joey threw out her sketchbook, and I wished I’d driven my fist into his face for the action. But I knew that wasn’t what Poppy needed at the moment.

I tried to rescue the book for her, but I wasn’t sure if any of it would be salvageable. I’d wiped it clean as much as possible, but the thing was also soaking wet. It would have to dry before we knew if the sketches were still clear.

Until then, I had the perfect idea of how to distract her.

Poppy hesitated to undress, so Axel stalked around her like a predator, ripping off her dress with rough hands. As it slid over her head, my eyes widened in shock as I saw she wasn't just braless—she was completely naked underneath. My cock throbbed with need and my tongue involuntarily ran over my teeth as I hungrily took in every inch of her exposed skin.

But she was different now, completely sober and hiding behind a veil of shyness that only made her more alluring to me. That innocent side of her was like a drug, drawing me in closer and closer. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, her eyelids lowered in a seductive dance, and her hands fidgeted nervously as if trying to hide the perfection of her body from us. But there was no hiding from our desires, and we both knew it.

God, I needed to fuck her again. This hunger I had for her was like an addiction. Each hit of her just made me want more. I was pretty sure I’d never get enough.

“So, sexy,” Axel said, coming around to stand in front of her, and I nodded in agreement. Her blush grew darker. “Mason, why don’t you go get some ice from the kitchen?”

Axel worded it like a request, but it was said like an order. I could have fought him on that, refusing to relinquish control to him, but I knew Axel. I respected him, and despite the years of animosity between us, I trusted him. There was no doubt in my mind he would take care of our girl just as well I did.

Besides, after last night, it was clear to me Axel liked to watch. It made sense he’d want to be in charge of the show.

I knew there was power and satisfaction to be had in letting someone else call the shots, so I made my way to the kitchen and grabbed a bowl of ice from the freezer. When I got back to the living room, Axel was lounging in the same chair I had been sitting in. He had his legs stretched out and looked relaxed, as if ready to watch something entertaining. Poppy stood next to the couch, looking so unsure, it was adorable.

“Sit down,” Axel commanded her. “It’s so hot in here, princess. Mason is going to cool you down.”

I smirked, loving that plan. Poppy sat, tense as she perched on the edge. Deciding that wouldn’t do, I gripped her legs and spun her body as I pulled, until she was lying flat on her back. Naked and sprawled out in front of me, she looked up with wide, trusting eyes.

I grabbed an ice cube from the bowl and held it over her chest. The warmth from the room and my fingers made the ice melt quickly and freezing drops of water dripped from the ice cube and landed on her chest, right between her breasts. Poppy gasped and arched her back.

“Do you like the bite of cold, sweetheart?” I asked.

“Oh, she does,” Axel replied for her. “Look at her rubbing her thighs together. She’s such a horny girl.”

Seeing he was right, I lowered the ice cube to her body, starting by running it down her neck. She shuddered, her hands gripping the edge of the couch cushion beneath her.

“Use your tongue to chase away the cold,” Axel suggested, and I was happy to comply, leaning over her and sliding my tongue along the same path, swiping away the cold water on her heated skin.

Every touch of my fingertips sent shivers down Poppy's spine, her moans growing louder with each repeated movement. I traced ice along the delicate curve of her clavicle, down the slope of her breasts, and circled around her hardened nipples. Wanting to explore every inch of her skin, I ventured down her side but she was ticklish and squirmed under my touch, giggling uncontrollably as I continued to tease her relentlessly.

“How does she taste?” Axel asked, his voice harsh. He wasn’t stroking himself yet, but his pupils had blown wide, and he was tense as he held tight to the arms of the chair. He was holding himself back today.

“She’s sweet as fucking honey. And salty. Her skin is so fucking soft.”

I spoke as I lavished her with my tongue, and there was something so erotic about talking to Axel about his daughter while I used my mouth on her. It felt more intimate than just fucking her. We were sharing her because she was special.

“She’s such a good girl for you,” Axel said. “I bet her pussy is glistening right now, ready for a hard fucking.”

I had just reached the apex of her thighs in my journey down her body. Grabbing a new piece of ice, I traced the seam where her thighs met her groin. Poppy let out a tortured sound that made my lips curve. The skin here was so damn sensitive that using the ice too much could hurt her.

As much as I knew adding a little pain to the play could be fun, I never wanted to truly hurt her. So, I swiped the ice around her pussy, then I put it in my mouth. I shoved two fingers inside her tight cunt. Wet sounds filled the room and it made Axel groan.

He was right, she was wet for us. So damn obedient and responsive.

Poppy moaned, her head twisting to look at her dad as I pumped my fingers in and out. The ice in my mouth had melted, leaving my tongue cold as I ran it up her slit.

“Oh shit, oh shit,” she chanted, her voice making it unclear if she liked it or not.

But I was paying attention to her body. Her stomach muscles contracted, her legs tightening around my head. She got impossibly wetter, and I added a third finger, stretching her wide. She cried out, pulling on my hair as her hips jutted up. When my cold tongue pressed against her clit, she shattered, alternating between calling out my name and Axel’s as she came.

Struck by the need to mark her some way, I stood just long enough to shed my boxers and straddled her chest where she lay on the couch. Pushing her tits together, I spit between them before sliding my cock into the space.

“Hold onto them for me,” I said. “Squeeze them together.”

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