POPPY’S POV“So fucking good. You taste like peaches,” he growled against my breast. The vibration sent fresh sparks racing down my spine. His hand clamped onto my other tit, pinching the nipple roughly between his fingers and twisting just enough to make me gasp. “Don’t stop,” I whined, twisting and begging for more. He released my nipple with a wet pop, only to latch on again harder this time, devouring me like he owned every inch of my body. “Tell me, pet.” His voice rumbled through the shower. “Do you like it?” My hands fisted in his wet hair, pulling him closer even as my mind screamed at me to push him away. “Yes! Yes, fuck!” “Such a stubborn little thing,” he murmured, his voice muffled against my skin. His free hand slid down my slick body, fingers tracing the curve of my hip before dipping between my thighs. “No!” I whimpered as he found my clit, rubbing firm circles that made my knees buckle. Two fingers plunged into me without warning, curling up to stroke
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