"Say it again," The Pop Queen breathe, catching the full pillow of his bottom lip between her teeth. "Say it for me."
"Say what?" Branch smirks, breaking away to pull at the clasp of her dress pants.
"The thing - you know…" Poppy wrapped her fingers around his wide wrist, and he stills, blue eyes flicking to hers. "Say the thing. In that voice."
"What - howdy?" And she'll be damned if that doesn't send a rush of molten heat to settle between her thighs.
"Yeah," Poppy says, voice husky. "Yeah - that."
Branch grins, sets back to working your pants open. "Howdy, ma'am," he drawls. "Mind if I ask ya a few questions?"
"Not at all…" The Pop Queen moan out the words, tip her head back against the wall. "Just keep touching me."
At that, Branch slides his hand down underneath Poppy's panties, palm up, fingertips delving into the slick flesh underneath. "I'd be obliged, ma'am." Poppy almost rolled her eyes, hell, she does - but only because he's working those thick fingers into her buttery heat.
Poppy's panting in no time at all, hips humping into his palm as Branch finds a delicious rhythm. "Fuck," Poppy croaked, "yeah, just like that, cowboy-"
"Well," Branch cuts in, "ain't you just good enough t'eat." The Pop Queen whimpered. "Think I might do just that, pretty lady. Eat that pussy til ya holler. Think you'd like that, huh?"
And, holy hell, that has Poppy clenching and shuddering, has her dripping into the meat of his palm.
Branch's beaming by the time she comes down, eyes dark underneath the smoky shadow of his hat.
"Fuck me," Poppy boldly gasp, hot all over. "Ride me like a fucking stallion." Christ, she's never been so goddamned horny. "But keep this on," she glitter, flicking the brim.
Branch's gaze roves over Poppy's, lips parted in a kind of gleeful awe. "Yes, ma'am."
And, okay - fine. Poppy's woman enough to admit that Branch isn't the only one with a cowboy kink.