Longest fucking train ride of my life. When we finally make it back above ground, I tuck Poppy into my side and tear up the sidewalk, covering the distance to my apartment as if my life depends on it.

And it feels like it does.

As if I’m going to come unhinged if I don’t get her upstairs and naked Right. This. Second.

When I get her inside, I haul her up against me, ready to explode.

It’s a desperate clash of arms and mouths and tongues and teeth, the pent-up need I’ve fought for so long taking over me like I’m a man possessed. And that’s exactly what I am. I’m completely possessed by this woman writhing in my arms as we struggle to free ourselves of the clothes that are keeping us apart.

Her shirt is gone in an instant, and I dispose of her jeans almost as quickly. She toes off her shoes, and she’s left standing before me in nothing but that scrap of lace, just like she was less than an hour ago.

“Never again, Poppy,” I bite out. “You will never take your clothes off for any man but me.”

I don’t even know what that means for us, but I know damn well that’s how I feel.

She doesn’t argue, just tugs at the hem of my shirt, as desperate as I am to remove the barriers. I yank it off, then dig my fingers into her hips, pulling her against me until her firm tits are crushed against my chest. Fucking finally.

I run my hands down to her ass, then hoist her up. Her legs wrap around my waist, her hips grinding against my cock. I head toward the bedroom as I lose myself in the feeling of her hot mouth on mine and the taste of her luscious lips.

I set her down on my bed, her blonde hair floating out around her like a halo. She looks like an angel spread before me, and I want to plunder and ravage and take.

But I also want this moment to be everything I ever dreamed it would be. I want to take my time with her, not rush, savoring every single touch and taste.

“Gorgeous,” I murmur as I run my eyes over her perfect body.

Poppy squirms on the bed, needy and desperate.

“You want me, don’t you, baby?”

“Yes,” she breathes, and I don’t think I’ve ever heard a more perfect word.

I grab her hips and pull her to the edge of the bed, my heated gaze raking over her. “These have to go,” I say, hooking a finger in her panties and dragging them down her thighs.

Then I part her legs, wedging myself in between them. She’s so hot I can feel her heat through the fabric of my jeans. My cock strains, begging to be freed, to plunge inside her. She’s so fucking wet I can see her juices glistening all over her perfect pink pussy.

“I need you now, Dom.”

I chuckle somewhat wickedly because I plan on drawing this out as long as possible.

Bending down, I capture her tit in my mouth, drawing her hard nipple into my mouth, sucking and flicking my tongue until she writhes, her fingers tangled in my hair. I watch her face as her head tips back, her mouth dropping open with a wild moan.

She’s making me crazy, seeing her like this. Completely surrendering to me.

I squeeze her other tit, rolling the nipple between my thumb and forefinger, then I raise my head and capture her mouth in another kiss. Our tongues tangle and dance, our desperation making us violent and aggressive. I clamp my teeth over her full bottom lip and pull, and her hips buck up against me.

Trailing my mouth down her neck, between the valley of her tits, and lower across her smooth stomach, I push her legs wider with my hands.

She whimpers, knowing where I’m headed. I smile against her inner thigh. “You ready for this, baby? I’m going to make you cum so hard on my face. And when I’m done, I’m going to fill you up until you cum all over my cock.

Her throaty moan urges me on, and I dip my head down to taste her sweet pussy. I groan at the first taste. “So good,” I murmur. How can she taste so good? And how have I gone my whole life not knowing what this sweet nectar tastes like? It’s addictive. I can’t get enough. I lick and suck her until she’s climbing higher and higher, her hands fisted in my bed covers as her head thrashes side to side. Desperate pants fall from her mouth, pleas and murmurs that beg for more.

Needing to feel her, to be inside her in some way, I thrust two fingers deep into her channel. Her hips come up off the bed, pushing her clit up into my face. I flick it with my tongue as I stroke her inner walls, the soft velvet clenching over and over again on my fingers as her climax takes over.

“Oh god, Dom. Yes! Oh fuck. Yes, fuck me, Dom.”

Jesus Christ, those words falling from those lips nearly have me coming in my pants. It’s so fucking hot and so fucking perfect, and when she finally comes down from the crest, aftershocks wracking her body, I rid myself of the jeans that are keeping me from her. I grab a condom, ready to slide home.

She stops me with a hand on my wrist, and I look up at her, her beautiful face even more angelic with the bliss of an orgasm fresh across her features.

She shakes her head, and I start to worry she’s having second thoughts.

But then she makes my day—no my whole fucking life—when she leans forward and wraps her fingers around my cock and says, “My turn.”