Page 187 of Broken Ties (Rixon High 4)

Poppy

“Aaron,stop. My parents are right down… God, don’t stop.” I gripped his hair tighter, pushing his mouth right where I wanted him.

“Shh, babe. You’re going to get me into all kinds of trouble.” He blew a hot stream of air over me right there, and I clapped a hand over my mouth, desperately trying to stop the scream building in my throat.

He was too freaking good at this.

Eating me like I was his favorite dessert.

“You taste so fucking good, Poppy.” Spearing his tongue inside me, he circled my clit with his thumb, working them in perfect harmony to make me shatter.

Flattening his arm over my hips, he dragged every last ounce of pleasure from my body, licking me clean.

As I came down to earth, Aaron crawled up my body, grinning.

“You look rather pleased with yourself.”

“I love eating your pussy.” He dropped a kiss on my lips. “See how good you taste.”

“Aaron…” I flushed from head to toe.

He was sex obsessed.

Whenever and however he could get me. But I loved it.

I loved him.

So much that sometimes I had to stop and take a breath and calm my racing heart.

Mom and Dad had both tried to warn me to take things slow with him, but it was impossible. We’d tumbled head first into being that annoyingly lovesick couple who couldn’t stand to be apart for more than a few hours.

And I loved it.

Every single second.

“I want to fuck you,” he said.

“We can’t.”

“We can be quiet.” He pouted.

“Aaron, our parents are downstairs, waiting to have dinner with us.”

“I’m not hungry, I already ate.” His smirk was full of mischief and wicked, wicked things.

“You’re so bad.”

“For you. Only ever for you.”

“We’re still going downstairs. Dad invited you over and I don’t want to give him any more reasons to make your life difficult.”

“Babe, I already told you, it was an accident. He didn’t mean to throw the ball at my head in practice.”

“Accident or not, Aaron. I don’t want him to hurt you. I kind of like having you around.”

“And I like having… your lips around my dick.”

“Oh my God.” I shoved him away and he flopped back onto the mattress with a dark chuckle. “Dinner, now,” I barked, checking my reflection in the mirror.

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