Page 26 of Demean (DeLancy Crime Family)

"Shit, I need to. fuck, stop Poppy." He says and I do it immediately.

I know what it feels like to have your choices taken away from you, to have someone not listen to the word no or stop. He'll never have to worry about that from me.

"Tristan, please. You. I need you." I beg him and scoot back on the bed. I spread my legs wide so he can see how wet my pussy is. Just the slight wind of the ceiling fan is almost excruciating. I've denied myself before, but it's never felt like this. All I need from Tristan is one touch and I' m going over.

"You want me, Poppy?" Even after... everything." He squints his eyes as if he doesn't believe that I could want him.

"You're Tristan. You're all I want. You've always been the one I want. Nothing is going to change that." I whisper and snake my hand up my midsection until I get to my breast where I begin to massage the mound. Maybe this will give me a bit of relief.

"Fuck, Poppy. I don't deserve you." He crawls on the bed with me and lays himself on top of me his lips instantly going to my neck where e he sucks and kisses at the sensitive spot that has me clamor to get a good grip on the sheets below me.

I'm panting by the time he pushes my legs up further and I feel the head of his thick cock press against my folds. I open my eyes and stare right into his, I want him to see what he's doing to me. What being with him means to me.

He rubs the crown of his dick along my slit making himself nice and slippery for me.

I'm sure I'm dripping all over the place I'm so wet.

He looks away but I grab his chin and pull his focus back on me. I don't want him thinking about anything else besides what's going on in front of him.

"Who are you with, Tristan?" I mutter and his brows furrow in slightly.

"You." He answers with a twinge of confusion in his voice

"Say my name. " I ask and he melts into me slightly.

"Poppy." He growls it out as the very tip of his cock parts my folds.

"Yes, Tristan, you're with me. You own me right now. Make me feel good, please. I'm all yours." I whisper keeping my eyes glued to his.

He inhales a sharp breath as he pushes even further into me my tight walls clenching around him and sucking him deeper lie a vice.

"Oh fuck." He groans out. "Oh god, poppy. I need... fuck, you're so tight." He snarls out as he presses into me deeper.

"Take what you need from me, I want it all." I pull my legs back a little further and he leans down to kiss me tenderly on the lips.

"So perfect." his grip skates down my body and lands on my thighs. He grips them hard and leans up so he's settled on his knees, "Don't let me hurt you Poppy." He stares at me, and I know that's the only warning I'm going to get that he's about to break through every wall I have.

All that anger and frustration he's holding onto is boiling right at the surface. He's asking me to let him loose and I have no problem doing that. I'm excited for it.

"You could never." I reply but my mind flashes back to the way he treated me in the hospital. At least I don't think he can hurt me physically.

With an animalistic snarl, Tristan pounds into me deep before he locks his fingers onto my hips and begins to fuck me at a breakneck pace. The sounds of our bodies slapping against each other only drowned out by the sounds of me crying his name.

"Oh shit! Yes Tristan, my god!" I grab one of his hands as it's the only place I reach on his body. I need to feel more of him.

His eyes roam all around my body particular paying close attention to the way my tits bounce up and down with each of his thrusts.

He pulls in his bottom lip and bites down on it slightly right before he looks back up to my face. He's so sexy. Good god.

A pressure builds inside of me and my body tenses up. Sharp zings of electric pleasure slingshot around my body while ever one of his thrusts seem to stir something up inside my aching core.

"Tristan, oh ... yes, Tristan!" I yell out his name and grab hold of the sheet hard, so I don't hurt him. I fight to keep my eyes open as wave after wave of a body twisting, gut wrenching orgasm crashes into me.

The smirk on his face when my walls contract and pulse around him is enough to have me well on my way to another orgasm. God how I've missed that look.

"That's probably the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." He mutters as he runs his thumb over my lips. I suck in his finger, and he grunts at the new sensation.

He presses my thighs forward more now, so my legs are folded up against my body and he gets even deeper until I have to put my hand out to form a buffer.

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