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Poppy flew.

“Jax!”she screamed out his name as he brought her to new heights.

Her entire body quivered and shook, her lower back and belly filling with a thousand electrical shocks as the incredible orgasm rolled through her in forcible waves.

When she found her way back to earth, Jax pulled his head from between her thighs and straightened his spine.

“Fucking incredible.”

The resounding declaration had Poppy lifting her heavy lids to find the generous man staring down at her. Her breath hitched at the sight of his hot, feral stare as his tongue slowly swiped her essence from his glistening lips.

Unwilling to let this moment end the way it had at his apartment, Poppy sat straight up, letting her legs dangle over the mattress’s edge.

She reached for his belt, and this time—thank you, God!—he didn’t stop her.

Pulling the leather strap free of its metal clasp, Poppy made quick work of his button and zipper. With his mouthwatering abs front and center, she leaned up and began licking along the deep dips and crevices of his impressive eight-pack.

One of these days, she was going to take her time reading and exploring every single one of his incredible tattoos. Just not right now.

Beneath her tongue, she felt Jax’s muscles tense, his sharp inhale letting her know he was just as affected by her touch as she’d been his. Smiling against his sculpted physique, she slid the tips of her fingers between his skin and the elastic waist of his boxer briefs.

Jax lifted a hand, cupping the back of her head as Poppy pushed his jeans and boxers down his powerful thighs together. Pulling back, she got her first look at his long, thick shaft.

Oh, my!

Her mouth became suddenly dry as she studied every groove and pulsing vein. The head looked angry, the swollen skin there purple and weeping.

With a tentative touch, Poppy reached for him, her delicate fingers unable to fully meet around his impressive girth. Jax hissed a breath from the contact, but he said nothing. Instead, he kept quiet, giving her permission to explore to her heart’s content.

And that’s exactly what she did.

The velvety feel of his molten skin was a sharp contrast to the steel rod it protected. Taking her time, she began to slowly move her fist up and down his jutted length. And when she put a small twist to her fist as she reached the bottom ridge of his tip, Jax released an opened mouth moan she felt to her toes.

Poppy dipped her head lower. She took that hot, swollen head between her lips, and slowly—oh, so slowly—she took as much of him into her mouth as was physically possible.

A low hiss escaped through Jax’s teeth, but she didn’t dare stop. Instead she continued lower, not stopping until she could feel him in the back of her throat. Pulling back again, she kept her movements slow as she brought her lips to the rigid crown.

“Jesus, Kitten,” Jax moaned. His grip on her hair tightened, causing a pleasurable pain at the back of her scalp.

Smiling around him, she kept her focus solely on him. She lowered her head again, not waiting quite as long to pull back this time around.

Up and down, Poppy’s head bobbed as she sucked and licked to her heart’s content. He tasted hot and masculine, a slight salty taste hitting the end of her tongue each time she teased the small slit at the tip.

Several low, growly moans filled the room’s air, each one spurring her on. Soon, Poppy was moving faster. Squeezing her fist around his granite cock a little harder.

“Fuck, yeah…” Jax panted.

His shallow, heady breaths empowered her as she continued working his body with her hand and mouth. Beneath her touch, she felt him grow impossibly harder.

And just when she thought he was about to find his own release, Jax released her hair, wrapped his talented hands around her shoulders, and pulled himself free.

“Wha—”

“Need inside you.” His dark gaze appeared almost blinded by a fiery need. “Now.”

Oh. Well, in that case…

Poppy turned and crawled back to the center of the bed. She smiled wide, feeling a strong sense of satisfaction when Jax let loose with a guttural groan, presumably from the unabashed view she’d just presented to him.


Tags: Anna Blakely Romance