Page 73 of Five Summers

I casually prop myself up and enjoy the view as she unbuttons and unzips my jeans.

“Lift up,” she asserts, her tone leaving no room for negotiation. I find myself drawn to this side of Poppy, the naughty seductive side that is unafraid to explore new boundaries.

Complying with her demand, I raise my hips, allowing her to effortlessly remove my jeans and boxers, discarding them somewhere in the room. My eyes remain fixed on her as she hungrily gazes at my cock, and an intense desire surges hoping that she will indulge in it. She pauses momentarily, teasing me with tantalizing anticipation.

Unable to withstand the suspense any longer, I reach down and grab my throbbing cock, bringing it close to her lips. “Open,” I tell her, gently nudging my cock against the softness of her mouth.

She looks at me with a mischievous grin, and I can tell she’s teasing me just like I was teasing her. Purposefully, she runs her tongue along the bottom of her lip, leaving it moist and shiny. I let out a longing groan, yearning for her to take my cock into her mouth.

“Oh, you want me to suck it?” she asks, smirking.

“What the fuck do you think?”

She laughs softly when she sees me getting frustrated, knowing how much I want her to fulfill my filthy thoughts.

“I bet you by the end of this, you’ll be the one begging for me to suck your cock,” she teases, biting down on her bottom lip. It’s incredibly arousing, watching her torment me like this, knowing that I enjoy tormenting her just as much.

“You have high expectations there, princess,” I reply, stoking the fire and encouraging her to continue.

“Is that a challenge I hear?” she says, leaning closer. She playfully teases me with a long, sensual lick along my shaft.

I let out a hiss.

“Or, how about this,” she says, her lips forming a tight seal around the tip and she sucks,exerting such intensity that I can’t help but cry out.

“Holy fuck,” I groan, overwhelmed by the incredible sensation she’s granting me.

With a loud pop, she releases me. “Or perhaps I could simply walk away and binge-watch some Real Housewives,” she suggests casually, shrugging. She rests her palms on my bare thighs and rises to her feet. At that moment I know she’s won. The cunning little vixen. It’s astounding to think that just two months ago, she was a virgin, and now she possesses the perfect knowledge on how to play me, the seasoned player.

I sit up, grab her wrist, and pull her down onto the bed. Our gazes meet, and in that moment, an unspoken connection forms between us.

Her eyes search mine as she reaches out, brushing her hand against the side of my face. She's got this wild hunger in her eyes as she pulls me closer by grabbing the back of my neck. Our lips crash together in a fiery kiss that steals my breath away. My heart thumps like crazy as we briefly let go, letting Poppy take off my shirt. The air crackles with intensity as her gaze scans every part of my body, leaving a trail of heightened awareness in its wake.

Lowering myself to my knees, I press my lips against her body, showering her with gentle kisses. No more games, no more teasing. I want to feel her. I want to experience her fully, to feel every connection between us. A soft needy sound escapes her lips as I cup her breast in my hand and flick my tongue against the sensitive clit before taking it into my mouth.

She always enjoys that, and I'm obsessed with the sounds she always makes. My ears crave to hear the intoxicating symphony of her sexy sounds.

With my hands firmly gripping her hips, I move her over to the edge of the bed. I hook my fingers on the side of her panties and slowly peel them down her legs.

“Do you want me to take off the skirt?” she asks.

“Fuck no, leave it on,” I add, bunching it up around her waist. I don't think she understands the power that those short skirts have on me. Maybe she fucking does, and that’s why she wears them, to ignite a longing, a desire for her in my body.

My heated gaze sweeps over her, appreciating every aspect of her perfection. Emotion clogs my throat as I continue to stare.What the fuck is wrong with you asshole? Pull yourself together. Dude, you're acting like a simp. No girl should have this much control over you.

Suddenly, our eyes meet. The raw desire in her expression and the longing in her eyes - it’s different from anyone else I know who I’ve hooked up with.

It’s as if she sees the true me, the vulnerable and the broken. The ruthless side that takes what he wants, never caring about how others feel. But not with her. Never with her. I lean in closer, planting kisses along her inner thigh. As I reach that sensitive spot, the tip of my tongue flicks out, teasing her clit before diving inside.

She lets out a moan and her legs tremble. My heart races as I pleasure her skillfully, using my tongue to its full extent and then circling her sensitive spot. I can see her studying me as I tend to her needs. With each lick, suck, and playful movement, I respond to the sounds she enjoys the most. She’s so close, she’s on the verge of coming.

“Oh god, Xander,” she yells, as I skillfully pleasure her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to give her what she desires. Her body trembles against mine, her fingers tightly gripping my hair as she experiences a powerful orgasm. I fight tocatch my breath while she grinds her pussy against my face. It’s so fucking hot watching her take what she wants.

As she comes down from her climax, I rise to my feet and position myself on top of her, pressing my hard cock against her.

“I’m gonna make you scream, Princess, but first, I want your mouth on my cock,” I confidently state, smirking.

Lying on the bed, I give myself a stroke. Poppy gets up and positions herself between my legs. Out of all the blowjob experiences I’ve had, and believe me, there have been so many, no one can compare to her incredible skills. I find myself captivated as she expertly smears the precum from my cock onto her fingers and then seductively licks them clean.

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