Page 74 of Five Summers

A deep groan escapes my lips. Fuck, it’s hot when she does that. It’s undeniably arousing. I never tire of witnessing that tantalizing sight when she does the unexpected. No matter how many times I see her do that, my reaction remains unchanged - a surge of excitement and anticipation. She ignites a fiery desire within me, pushing my longing for her to dangerous heights.

She is the one currently in charge, holding the control over me. It’s quite surprising how she manipulates me into doing whatever she desires. When did I lose my dominance in these sexual encounters? I’ve always been the one in control.

As she lowers her head, I instinctively grip the base of my cock, spreading the pre-cum along her lips. It’s arousing to witness her relishing my taste as she licks it off.

“Open,” I say in a deep gravelly voice from deep in my chest.

When she opens her mouth, I slowly guide my cock into it. Her lips stretch wide, and I'm not sure if it hurts her or not, but damn, it feels good when her tongue slides along the underside of my shaft. I thrust my hips forward, reaching the back of her throat. She increases her suction, and I hear her gag as she takes me in deep.

Pleasure contorts my face, and I let out a moan. She's so fucking hot when she sucks me off and looks up at me. I wanna etch this image into my brain, so I won't forget it when I’m gone. I need to remember how incredible she looks with my cock in her mouth.

She eagerly sucks me harder and faster, as if she can’t get enough.

The muscles in my thighs tighten, and I release a growl. I quickly pull out of her mouth, realizing that I’ll finish any second if we keep going like this.

“Get the fuck over here now.”

When she doesn’t move fast enough, I forcefully tug her towards me, causing her to stumble and fall onto me. Our lips connect, and my tongue explores the depths of her mouth as I shift our positions, with me ending up on top of her. The way I press against her entrance spreads her wetness and makes it feel amazing. The urgency in her movements becomes palpable, her desire evident as she reaches for me, ready to slip my cock into her. But I swiftly grasp her wrist, halting her advances. With a firm grip, I lift her wrist and secure it above her head.

Pausing for a moment, I take in her face, memorizing every detail. Her eyes hold a depth that captivates me, her cheekbones exude elegance, and her lips have an irresistible allure. But a sudden pang strikes my chest as I realize that in just five weeks’ time, I won’t be able to do this anymore. Because I will be gone, and it’s likely that I’ll never see her again. I close my eyes, trying to push away these overwhelming thoughts and emotions that are surging through me. I have to stop this shit now. This is not who I am.

“Xander,” she says.

I open my eyes and take a deep breath, gazing at her. Her eyes, filled with desire, look back at me. It’s impossible for menot to feel this way. However, I refuse to let these overwhelming emotions consume me while I fuck her.

I swiftly flip her over onto her stomach on the bed. That way, she won't be able to make eye contact with me, and I hope it'll help sort out these confusing emotions. I take hold of her hips and lift her ass in the air, exposing her bare pussy, ready and waiting. I grab a condom, tear the packet open with my teeth, and slide it on.

As I slip inside her, she lets out a soft moan, savoring every inch until I am buried deep inside her. She feels so good. It always feels freaking incredible inside her tight little pussy. My chest tightens, knowing that no other experience will compare to being inside her. Our bodies fit perfectly like she was made for me. On a strangled groan, I withdraw ever so slowly before thrusting back in.

Poppy's moans echo through the room as she tightly grips the sheets, matching the rhythm of my thrust. Time seems to stand still as if it is just the two of us. With every thrust, I can feel her pussy squeezing me tighter, deepening the connection. Leaning in, I gently plant a kiss on her spine as I continue to claim her from behind. As our desire intensifies, our bodies collide with a fervent passion, perfectly synchronized in our motions. I wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her closer to my chest, longing for even deeper penetration in this position.

She turns her head and kisses me, her tongue slipping inside my mouth. With every movement, my core tightens with anticipation, begging for release.

Our skin glistens with sweat as Poppy’s fingers grip the sheet even tighter. We move together in perfect harmony, our movements synchronized like a flawless song. As she reaches her peak, her inner walls tighten and she whispers my name in a breathless plea. The way she comes like that is seriously breathtaking.

A wave of pleasure washes over me, causing my lips to part and my brows to furrow. I release my warm load inside her, gently biting down on her shoulder blade, blending a touch of pain with pleasure. As I move in and out of her, I can feel the pulsating sensations of her inner walls, amplifying the lingering pleasure of our orgasms.

Gasping for air, I gently kiss her spine, not wanting to let her go. But then, a crashing reality hits me like a tidal wave. I need to get the fuck out of here right now. This shouldn’t be how I feel. What the hell am I doing? I pull out of her, causing her to collapse on the bed, gasping for air. I move over and toss the condom into the trash. Scanning the room, I locate my shirt and put it on. It’s imperative that I get out of here right now before I completely lose it.

Poppy sits up on the bed and watches me closely. “What are you doing?” she asks.

Come up with some excuse to tell her. In a split second, I fabricate a lie as I quickly put on my shirt. “I have to go. I just remembered I've got something important to do.”

“Xander,” Poppy yells out.

I pause over at the door, my hand resting on the doorknob, prepared to open it. However, upon hearing her call my name, I turn my head to look back. As I do, my gaze unintentionally drifts down to admire her stunning tits, all while trying to disregard the bewildered expression on her face.

“I’ll see you later,” I say, opening the door and racing down the hall.

I grab my shoes from their usual spot by the front door and leave. How did things escalate to this point? It was supposed to be just a casual hook-up, a bit of fun, but it’s spiraled out of control. How the fuck do I put an end to this?

I step onto the street, hoping to find some relief. Slipping one shoe on, and then the other, I’m filled with desperation asI walk down the street. I'm determined to break free and clear my head from all this emotional baggage. The only place I know where I’ll find solace awaits me, where I can be alone with my thoughts, and usually, where I reflect on my mother. But tonight, I need to divert my thoughts elsewhere. I’ve gotta figure out a way to get all this crap out of my head.

Chapter twenty-five

Poppy

Ican’t fathom why Xander left like that. It’s total bullshit what he said about forgetting to do something. I can always sense when he lies, and that excuse was a complete fabrication. I gaze at the door, hoping he might reconsider. However, as soon as I hear the front door slam shut, I realize he won’t be returning.

---