Page 70 of Five Summers

As I exhale, my fingers glide along her damp jaw, tracing a path down to her neck. Gradually, I move my hand towards her breasts, delicately caressing the curves with the tips of my fingers. Her tits never fail to leave me in awe. They’re fucking amazing.

As much as I want to sink my teeth into those babies, my dick has other plans. I desperately want to be balls deep inside her, to ease this throbbing ache in my cock. I move my fingers away from her tits and cradle her face. When her tongue darts out to taste her wet lips, I let out a groan.

I wrap my arm around her waist and lead her towards the back patio. Taking a seat, I gently pull her onto my lap.

“Ride me,” I command.

She tries to guide me into her pussy, slowly, but I’m extremely aroused, and patience has never been my strong point. Plus, the intense desire to fully connect with her becomes unbearable. Lifting my hips, I penetrate her with force, eliciting synchronized moans from both of us. Her eyes slowly shut, and she rests her hands on my chest for stability.

“Take me for a ride, Princess,” I say, desperately wanting her to be in control and give me pleasure until I come inside her.

My whole body tingles when she slides along my shaft. Leaning forward, I suck her wet neck, not caring if I leave a mark.

I pull back, utterly captivated by the mesmerizing sight of her riding me. Her hair, still damp, cascades down in gentle waves, with droplets of water gracefully falling from its ends. Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes reflect a profound cravingand desire that is solely directed towards me. It baffles me how this beautiful girl could ever doubt her own perfection. In my chest, I feel a tightness, as if an invisible force is constricting my lungs, making each breath a struggle. How will I ever say goodbye to her in just two months?

The moment our eyes lock, the thought quickly fades away. Her hip movements make me groan out loud. I grab her ass with one hand and squeeze her nipple with the other. My heart pounds as she amps up her moves, making me hold on to her tighter.

“I’m close,” she says, almost breathless.

Now that she’s nice and relaxed, I bring my middle finger to my lips, and then open my mouth.

She watches me as I pull it from my mouth and reach around and slide it up and down her ass crack.

She suddenly stops. “What are you doing?” she asks, her brows furrowing as she looks at me.

“Just trust me,” I assure her. “Keep going.”

She eyes me for a few more moments before moving again. As I approach her entrance, I gently navigate around the narrow opening, allowing her to get accustomed to the feeling.

Taking a shaky breath, she rides me, finding a rhythm that brings her pleasure, her eyes close.

With caution, I insert the tip of my finger inside. She opens her eyes and stares at me. Slowly, I withdraw my finger, only to push it back in, this time going a little deeper. She matches my pace, and I continue the process, gradually increasing the depth with each movement. When she lets out a little moan, I can't help but grin.

“I knew you’d like that,” I say, cocky and confident. “Now fuck me harder and don't stop until we come.”

With her hands placed on my chest, she moves in a rhythmic motion on top of me, chasing her pleasure from the sensation.Simultaneously, I carefully insert my finger deeper into her tight hole. Her breathing becomes erratic, and her body arches, completely consumed by the intense moment.

“Oh my god, it feels fucking amazing,” she says, increasing her pace and riding me with intense pleasure. As I watch her, the sensations she evokes in my body are overwhelming, and I can tell she’s on the brink of falling apart.

“Are you almost there? Because I’m about to…” She doesn’t even have a chance to finish her sentence. Her mouth drops open and her face lights up with a beautiful expression as she comes. A soft moan escapes her lips as she tightens around me, gripping me firmly while her juices flow down onto my balls. Now that she’s satisfied, I increase the speed of my thrusts. Normally, I would be consumed by my own desires, but with her, it’s different. Poppy Reeves has this amazing ability to make me forget about myself and focus entirely on her pleasure.

Once her orgasm fades, she sits up straight and starts riding me.

“That's it, babe, go all out. Fuck me like there's no tomorrow.”

The intense combination of desire and heat causes my head to tilt back in pleasure. It’s an incredible sensation. As she rides me, a pulsating sensation rushes through my body, causing my abs to tighten and my cock to throb. Poppy grabs my hair and pulls me closer, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss that consumes my every thought. She slips her tongue into my mouth, and I eagerly reciprocate. A primal and insatiable desire takes over as our kiss leaves me breathless. Her nails dig into my skin as our tongues dance together, completely possessing me at the moment.

It feels as if time is against us, and we’re racing against the clock. Tremors and spasms ripple through my body as she continues to ride me harder and faster. My muscles tense, andmy body craves more, more of her, hungry for her touch. The rain adds a slickness to our skin as I desperately try to hold on. The pressure within me builds as we move in perfect synchrony, like a flawless harmony. A whirlwind of emotions crashes in my chest when I hear her softly whisper my name.

As she experiences another orgasm, her lips part and her brows furrow, capturing my undivided attention. I can’t look away from her face as I burst inside her. Our eyes lock, and in that moment, time seems to stand still. A surge of conflicting emotions washes over me, tempting me to ask her to come with me when I leave this shitty place, but I can’t bring myself to say it. Instead, I choose to suppress them, unwilling to acknowledge their existence.

How on earth am I supposed to tell Ace that I want Poppy to join us? I want her to be around so we can continue what we have, not only the hot sex, but I want to hear her laughter and most of all, I want to support her in pursuing her music dreams. But I can’t say anything because it’s not who I am. That person I yearn to be for her will never exist. Because I crave it all - the fame, the groupies, the validation of being someone in this fucked up world. I’m not one for committed relationships, so why the fuck do I feel the urge to invite her to come with me.

Pull yourself together, you idiot. There will be other women to fuck.However, deep down, I know there will never be another woman quite like Poppy Reeves.

Chapter twenty-four

Xander

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