“You want my mouth, baby.”
“Please, Zayn. Please.”
Leaning forward, I run the tip of my tongue up the length of her. Her legs tremble as her nails scratch with her need for more.
I focus on her clit, licking the little bundle of nerves over and over until she’s writhing beneath me, lifting her hips from the bed, trying to get more friction.
Lifting my other hand, I circle her tight entrance. Her muscles try sucking me in, making my teeth grind wishing that it was my cock getting ready to sink deep inside her body.
“More, more, more,” she chants.
Unable to ignore her demands, I push two fingers deep inside her, immediately bending them so that I’ll hit that magical spot inside her that will make her scream.
I up the pressure with my tongue and in only a few seconds her pussy clamps down on my fingers as she cries out her release.
I watch as her back arches on my bed and her fingers grip the sheets beneath her as she loses herself to her pleasure.
Her release lasts for a few long seconds and I don’t pull away from her until she’s coming back down from her high.
“More?” I ask, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
“So much more.”
Smiling, I lower myself over her, sweeping my tongue into her mouth and allowing her to taste herself.
Taking my cock in hand, I rub it against her swollen clit.
“Oh God,” she moans.
“I need you so fucking bad,” I admit on a groan. “I’ve missed you so fucking much.”
“You only had me last night,” she whispers as I drop lower, teasing her entrance with the head of my cock.
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”
“Do it,” she demands when I push in ever so slightly, my eyes rolling back at the sensation of feeling her skin on skin.
“But—”
“I’m covered. I went and... ooooooh,” she cries out when I see where she’s going and sink deep inside her in one quick thrust. “Oh God.”
“So fucking good. Fuck, you feel like heaven.”
Her nails rake down my back before she grabs on to my ass, pushing me deeper.
“Oh shit, Pops.”
“Fuck me, Zayn. Make me feel it for days.”
A growl rumbles up my throat as I pull almost all the way back out before slamming back inside her. She shoots up the bed with my force. The headboard rattles against the wall but I don’t pay it any mind as I repeat my previous action.
“I’m. Fucking. Addicted. To. You,” I groan between thrusts.
One of my hands wraps around her hip, holding her to me, my fingertips digging into her skin enough that she’ll have bruises tomorrow but as I watch her throw her head back in ecstasy, I can’t bring myself to care while she’s losing herself to the pleasure. If anything, knowing that I’m going to leave marks just makes me harder for her.
Skimming my other hand up her stomach, I pinch her nipples hard, making her cry out and for her pussy to clamp down on me every time I cause a bite of pain.
“You like that, baby?”
“Yes, Zayn. More. Give me everything.”
“Fuck.”
Lifting my hand higher, I wrap it around her throat. She immediately lowers her chin and her wide eyes lock on to mine, but they’re not filled with panic. Just desire, heat and lust.
“You fucking slay me, Poppy.” My fingers tighten around her throat, her pulse hammering against my thumb. “You’re mine,” I grate out as my balls begin to draw up. “Mine.”
“Zayn, shit. Fuck.” She tilts her hips, so her clit hit my pelvis, pushing her closer to her own release.
“Say it,” I demand. “Tell me who you belong to.”
“You, Zayn. You. I’m yours.”
Releasing her hip, I press my thumb to her clit as I slam into her once more.
She screams out her releases as her pussy pulls my cock deeper than I thought possible.
“Fuck, Poppy. So good, so fucking good.” Tingles explode around my body, and I’m just about to fall over the edge when the door swings open.
“What the... Poppy?” Harley squeals, her hand flying to her eyes to stop her from seeing what’s happening.
Poppy tenses beneath me, but I fall headfirst into pleasure.
“Oh my God. Oh my God,” I vaguely hear my sister mutter as I lose myself to my girl, my cock jerking violently and filling her with jets of my cum. Marking her, making her mine for good.
Once I get control of my body back, I glance over to the door to find it closed, and Harley nowhere in sight. I start to wonder if I imagined it until I look down to Poppy to find her with my jersey bunched up against her chest, trying to hide.
“Get rid of that. I’m not done with you yet.” I swipe it away and throw it across the room.
Still buried inside her and my semi already starting to grow once more, I flip us so she’s sitting astride my lap.
“Zayn, stop.” I catch her wrists before she can climb off me.
“Too late, Pops. This is happening and there’s nothing you can say right now that will stop me from giving you everything you need.”
My hands land on her hip and I rock her on my length.
“You’re not playing fair,” she whispers, her head falling back in pleasure.
“Did I ever say that I played fair?” I ask with a smirk.
Her chin drops and her eyes run up the length of my body until she finds my eyes.
“You’re done running from me, Poppy. I know you’re scared. Hell, I’m scared too. But I need this. I need you.”
“But—”
I press two fingers to her lips, cutting off whatever she’s going to say.
“There’s nothing you can say that’s going to stop this from happening. You’re mine, Poppy Thorn. You just said so yourself.”
She still wants to fight it, I can tell by the tense set of her shoulders, but her eyes give her away. She wants this as badly as I do.
“But Harley,” she whispers in spite of my fingers. “Your mom.”
I shrug. “I don’t care, Poppy. They’re going to have to get used to it because you’re it for me.”
“Zayn,” she sighs.
“No, hear me out. I could have lost you today. Do you have any fucking idea how terrifying it was watching you fall? If I didn’t get to you in time. Fuck,” I bark, startling her as that image I’ve been battling with all afternoon slams into me once more.
Gathering her up in my arms, I pull her down onto my chest and hold her tight.
“I’m not letting you walk away ever again. I love you, Pops.”
She gasps at my admission. I thought saying those words that I realized were true quite some time ago would be scary, but after the events of today, nothing seems as daunting anymore.
Is this an ideal situation? No, probably not with her without a home or parents and us living under the same roof. But it’s us. It’s meant to be and somehow, we’ll figure it out.
Twisting my lips to her ear when she’s still not said anything or even moved, I whisper, “I’m going to fuck you again, now.”
A shudder rips through her and she turns to look at me. Her eyes are filled with unshed tears.
“Zayn—”