Stalk Her

I knew it. I felt it.

And I was about to change that. I was about to deflower the fuck out of her. I was about to dirty Poppy up real good.

Neither of us moved for several long seconds. I gripped her arms and helped her to stand, pulling her against me, her softness to my hardness. I slammed my lips on hers, kissing her, tasting myself on her mouth and tongue. I pulled back only long enough to look at her, show her with my expression how serious this was.

“It’s time, baby. It’s time I made you mine.”

Chapter Fourteen

Poppy

The world faded away, this hazy cloud surrounding me. I felt a little high, a little buzzed. But none of that inhibited the fact that I wanted this; there was nothing I’d ever want more than Butcher.

I started to pant the longer we stared at each other, the more I realized this was really going to happen. He stared at me with his dark gaze, one that penetrated me. The lights were nearly off in the room, but I could see him so well, could see every part of him. He was still fully dressed, but his cock was standing hard and monstrous through the fly of his jeans.

He proceeded to remove his cut. The T-shirt he wore was snug on his massively wide chest, his muscular form. It was white, not hiding the tattoos covering his arms and chest. His biceps were huge, pronounced, and I couldn’t help but think about all of that power holding me down, touching me, making me feel feminine and helpless in my arousal.

“I wanted to go slow with you, to make this sweet and gentle, nice and soft, but fuck, Poppy, there’s no way I can hold off.” He groaned and took a step toward me again, his hands at the edge of his shirt right before he pulled it up and over his head. He tossed the shirt aside, and my mouth dried at the sight of all that power on display. “I want you, will have you, and no one will take you from me, Poppy.”

I swallowed at how possessive he sounded, how intent he was.

He went for his jeans next, unbuttoning them, pushing the zipper down. God, I was transfixed at watching him undress for me, seeing how turned on he was, how hard and huge his cock was.

“So no more waiting, Poppy. I’m going to claim that sweet ass and pussy of yours, and they’ll be mine forever.” He growled out the words and a shiver wracked my entire body.

His arms were huge, rippling with muscles, his tattoos so masculine, so frightening and attractive in their appearance.

And his abdomen, God, it was ripped and defined. I lowered my gaze to the cock between his thighs. It was long and thick, with veins running along the length, and the head slightly wider than the shaft. And the slit at the tip was already dotted with pre-cum.

“You like looking at me, Poppy girl?”

I didn’t even hesitate. I snapped my gaze to his face and nodded.

“You want me to finish getting undressed, baby?”

Again, I nodded.

Butcher went to work on getting his boots and jeans off, and when he stood in front of me naked, I reached down and grabbed his dick, a small moan escaping me.

“Take that shirt off. Let me see all of you.”

My hands shook as I took my shirt off then reached behind and undid the clasp of my bra. When I was just as naked as he was, the chilled air gave me goose bumps, my arousal making me feel ultrasensitive.

“Look at you,” he murmured. “So fucking perfect.” His gaze was moving up and down my body, stopping for long moments on my breasts then my pussy. “Tell me you want this.” His words were harsh, a demand.

I swallowed, my throat hurting, my mouth dry. “I want this.”

He grunted in approval. “No going back.”

I shook my head although he didn’t ask a question.

“Turn around and let me see that ass,” Butcher ordered.

He sounded, looked so harsh in just the next moment, as if something had switched in him, his passion a whole other entity, a beast.

I turned around, placed my hands on the wall, the coldness of it almost startling.

“Spread your legs and pop that ass out.”

I obeyed instantly, as if I were on autopilot.

Butcher was behind me in the next second, his hands on my waist almost gently, but then I felt him dig his hands into my skin painfully… erotically.

“Look at this ass,” he said, but it was uttered low, so softly that it was as if he spoke to himself. And before I could even inhale, could process any of this, the sting of his palm connecting with my ass had my eyes widening and a gasp leaving me. My back arched involuntarily, further popping my ass out.