Branch looks up to see Poppy coming into the kitchen for breakfast, wearing nothing but one of his button-downs. Thankfully, the couple didn't have a busy day today and are greatful to spend time with each other. Branch is already seated at the table, reading the newspaper and enjoying a coffee.

"Good morning sleepyhead," Branch teases, laughing at her hair still looking a mess from being thoroughly fucked the night before.

Poppy who is still half asleep and in desperate need of some chocolate, but Branch's playful tone perks her up a bit. She walk over to the cabinet to grab a mug and just to get back at him, Poppy decide to reach for one on the highest shelf, lifting your shirt and leaving your entire bare ass on full display. The Pop Queen hears him groan softly and she smirked, knowing the exact reaction his body is having to the sight of her.

"What's for breakfast?" Poppy asked over her shoulder as she reach into the cabinet, hearing his footsteps get closer. Poppy feels his warm breath on her neck as his arms wrap around her and lifted Poppy onto the kitchen counter.

"Well, mi amor, I can think of a few things I'd like to eat right now"

"Oh, is that right?" Poppy asked him in a playful tone, and she can feel his hands sliding to her hips and giving the fleshy area there a squeeze.

"Yeah," Branch mumbles as he presses his nose and face into her neck, kissing Poppy there and she can feel one of his hands sliding around the front of her body to touch her inner thigh. "And it's not pancakes."

"What is it then? I have no idea what you mean," Poppy responded with a smile, trying not to laugh as she feels his fingers at her inner thigh.

"Fine, I'll show you."

The teal troll takes his time devouring every inch of Poppy's flesh as he works his mouth down her neck, across her shoulders, lazily trailing his tongue down to her left nipple as he playfully rolls the other between his fingers.

"To start," Branch whispers into her, "I think I'll take my time here." His other hand is still wandering her hips and thighs, constantly reminding Poppy of what his main course will be. The sensation from his touch and his mouth alone causes her orgasm to build and Poppy let out a satisfied moan. Her nipples have always been sensitive, but the combination between that and Branch's expert touch has been enough to make her cum on its own before. The Pop Queen's hips involuntarily jerk and Branch's grip on her thigh gets firmer as he tries to keep her in place.

"Not so fast," the survivalist chuckles, dragging his tongue across Poppy's chest to provide her other nipple the same amount of care. "You know I like to savor my meals"

The Pop Queen sighed and whined in frustration as she hea6r him laugh and it just encourages him to keep going. Branch bites down on her nipple and drags his teeth across it, which causes her hips to jerk forward again.

"Impatient today," Branch comments and Poppy reached her hand down to find his wrist, forcing his hand down in between her legs. Poppy who is still not fully awake and his foreplay is agony for her half-asleep brain before her sugar. Branch did interrupt her from getting a mug for it, after all.

"Okay, you brat," the teal troll says against the pop queen's chest and raises his free hand to slap her across her breast - not too hard, that's not his style, but enough to make her moan back at the sensation. Poppy looked down at him and watch as he plants kisses down the middle of her stomach, shifting his body down lower and lower.

Poppy could hear Branch start to undo his robe as he moves, letting his cock spring free - Branch was the biggest she's ever been with and it had filled her up completely in all the right ways af if they were made for each other. Poppy had told him the night before which only made him more desperate to please her. Instinctively, Poppy's hands reach into his hair, gripping firmly as she leaned back, spreading her legs further to give Branch easier access.

"No no no" Branch scolds as he grabs Poppy's wrists and pins them to the counter. "You're going to sit there, like the brat you are, and you don't get to touch me. Not yet. Not until I'm satisfied."

With a feigned huff she obeys, Poppy loves when Branch takes charge but she can't help but fight back - riling him up is too fun and the sex is always even more mind-blowing than usual when Branch wants to show her who's in control.

"Look at you," the survivalist breathes into her core, the stubble on his face brushing against her as Branch takes in the sight, "all of this, just for me?"

"Mmhm," The Pop Queen replied, her wrists are still held down but she realized that she can still use her legs. With her ass on the counter, Poppy stretched her legs out until they're hooked around Branch's back and pull him closer to her, but Branch still doesn't let his mouth make contact with her yet. Poppy tried not to show her frustration and instead she spreads her legs wider for him, revealing more to him.

"That's how wet you make me. I'd show you more, but you won't let me," Poppy says as she tried to move her wrists out of his grasp once more. Branch laughs softly as she tried to pull him closer to her and plants kisses on the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

"No, maybe if you were a good girl—"

"Please, Branch, come on," the pink girl whined back at him, her already thin patience growing thinner. Poppy sighed and leaned back so that her head is back against the cabinets above the counter. She was about to open her mouth to complain more but then she felt his tongue finally touching her clit and Poppy arched her back so that her hips could move closer to him. The Pop Queen tried to move her hands-free, but Branch was too strong for her. All she could do was sit there and writhe under the slow movements of his tongue.

Branch takes his time, as promised, savoring her taste as he sleepily circles her clit and explores her pussy with his tongue. His slow and deliberate movements are agonizing as Poppy climax begins to build. The Pop Queen's breathing start to quicken and she moans, when suddenly he slips two fingers in her, curling them up to reach her g-spot ever so quickly, and then pulling them out just as fast. Poppy's eyes open in frustration and she sees him grinning between her thighs as his hand, now slick with her arousal, reaches down around his cock and begins to slowly pump.

"F-fuck Branch, please, I'm so close" Poppy begged, eager to have him fill her once again, but knowing how much he loves to torture her. Desperate to reach her release Poppy lifted her hips, ever so slightly, but Branch immediately stops and lifts his face away. Poppy locks her pink eyes with his - they're hungry and dark with need - and his lips curl into a devilish grin

"What did I tell you about being a good girl"

"Branch," The Pop Queen says, slightly out of breath from his work on her as she's trying to reach out for him, but he quickly grabs both of her wrists in one fell swoop and holds them together tightly, his hand still pumping at his hard cock with his other hand. Branch stares at Poppy intently as his hand works at himself oh so slowly.

"This what you want?" Branch asks Poppy in a low voice, glancing down to what his hand is doing and then back up to her. The survivalist stops for a second to reach out and slide two fingers into the pink girl once again, using her wetness as more lubricant for him to touch himself.

Poppy moaned overly enthusiastically when he touches her and he licks his lips, and she can tell he's starting to lose the upper hand that he's trying to maintain in the situation. Poppy nodded quickly and try to reach for him again but he keeps his grip tight on her wrists.

"Tell me," Branch commands, still stroking himself and she can hear his breathing increase.

"Please, just fuck m-" Poppy trying to say but he cuts her off once Branch hears her begging him, letting her hands go free so that he can grab onto her hips with both hands. Branch pulls Poppy's hips to the edge of the counter so that he can enter her, sliding into his lover easily with how wet she still is..

"Oh f-fuck, mi amor," Branch groans as Poppy take him in, "you are always so tight. Or is it just my cock that's too big for you" He's still on that high off Poppy's admission last night, eager to show her exactly what he can do with that gorgeous dick of his. Branch pumps into Poppy slowly, relishing in feeling all of her, careful not to stretch her too fast, but with all that he's done to work her up Poppy feels herself quickly reaching that peak.

Poppy felt so deliciously full and she knows it won't be long until - "Branch, Branch - please, I'm gonna" but before the pop queen can finish her thought intense pleasure courses through her body. Poppy's hips buck wildly against his but Branch remains still, letting her ride out her high and admiring his handiwork. Branch puts one of his calloused hands up to Poppy's cheek when her body finally relaxes, his cock still filling her completely.

"There's a good girl," Branch says with a smile, a little too pleased with himself, "now you can tell me what you want"

"Move, please. I want you to move," Poppy tells him eagerly, desperate to find that high again. "I want you to fuck me. HARD."

"There you go again, being a demanding little brat," Branch says, laughing with disbelief. "Oh, I'm going to fuck you - but I'm going to do it properly"

His hand reaches around to the back of Poppy's neck pulling Poppy firmly into a passionate kiss, their tongues exploring each other's mouths as their mutual desires take over. Showing off his Heroics strength, Branch pulls Poppy off the counter, his cock still buried deep inside her. His mouth never leaves Poppy's body as he carries her straight to the bedroom, trailing kisses down Poppy's neck and breasts - Poppy bounced on his cock with each step he takes, hitting that perfect spot and she feel her next orgasm build until Poppy's lifted off him and thrown onto the bed.

"Come here," The Pop Queen tells him, whining and already feeling empty after a whole five seconds without his cock inside of her. Branch climbs onto the bed, climbing over her and he sits up on his knees so that he can look down at her.

"You want it... like last night?" Branch asks Poppy as he reaches down to her chest, speaking to her softly and letting his calloused fingertips brush over Poppy's already sensitive nipples. Poppy doesn't expect the sensation and she yelps as she feel him suddenly twist one of them, hard. Taken back by the roughness of it and Poppy quickly reach up to grab his face with one of her hands.

"No..." The pop queen tells him as she forced him to look at het, squeezing her thumb and finger together to hold his jaw in place above Poppy as she locks eyes with him. "I want you to fuck me harder than that."

"Oh... Shit," Branch's eyes widen for a split second and she can tell it takes that time for him to register Poppy's request. Then he reaches to grab both of her shoulders, pulling her body up so that Poppy's head is closer to the headboard of the bed. "Here. Put your hands up here," Branch tells Poppy as he reaches down for her wrists, moving them up so that she can grab on to the headboard for leverage.

Once Branch sees that her hands are steady, Branch moves his body closer to her, taking no time with reentering her and she hear him trying to stifle how loudly it seems like Branch actually wants to be at the feeling of being inside of Poppy again. The survivalist places one hand at the top of the headboard and uses the other one to reach down to Poppy's throat, squeezing it gently as he looks down from above her. "This… what... you want?" Branch asks in between thrusts, fucking her in a rhythm and trying to catch his breath.

Poppy let one of your hands leave the headboard temporarily and look up at him as she used her hand to cover his over her throat, pushing his fingers down so that he chokes her tighter.

"You can go harder."

Branch looks down at Poppy, desire piercing through his eyes, and lets out a low, almost primal growl in response to Poppy's words, "are you sure you can handle that, baby?"

"Yes. Just fuck me, Branch, I want to hurt tomorrow" the pink girl gasped out, his hand is still firmly placed against her throat.

Branch hesitates, for just a moment, and in a gruff voice answers, "you tell me when it's too much. I'm trusting you as much as you're trusting me. You know our safe word, and tap me three times if you can't speak"

"I will," Poppy moaned as she bucks her hips up into his, desperate to feel his movement again. His hand slips from Poppy's throat momentarily so he can tuck his broad shoulders under her thighs, opening her up for him to sink himself fully into her. Branch returns her hand to the headboard and replaces his grip on Poppy's neck, firmer this time, pulling her head up to his.

"That's a good girl," Branch groans in her ear, "you take my cock so well, always so eager." His thrusts stay slow and rhythmic, but the strength behind them begins to build as he slams in and out of Poppy. The Pop Queen knows she'll be bruised from his force tomorrow but all she can think about is how full she feel, how her entire body is on fire with intense pleasure as Poppy feels every inch of his length.

The whole bed is shaking as Branch hits Poppy's g-spot with each pump - her gasps escalating to moans as Poppy feels the heat building low in her once again. Branch quickens his pace, feeling Poppy beginning to constrict around him and those delicious sounds coming from her spurs him on even more, "I plan on making you scream - I want the whole neighborhood to know how good I make you feel."

She's careening toward the edge when suddenly Branch pulls her away from the headboard and lifts her off the bed - that Heroic strength showing through - "Branch, fuck - I was so close" Poppy cried out, pissed that he's depriving her of her release.

"You told me not to take it easy, and that's exactly what I intend to do."

Suddenly, Branch flips Poppy so that she's facing the bed and is forced to get on her hands and knees for him. His movements are quick and Poppy reached up to grab the headboard to steady herself as she feels him reentering her from behind this time.

"Fuck," the survivalist breathes out to himself as Poppy feels him return to his steady pace from before, and the force of his movements keeps pushing Poppy forward each time, nearly slamming her into the headboard despite Poppy's best efforts to stay upright for him. The Pop Queen feels him grab a fistful of her hair and Branch uses his grip to keep her upper body as steady as he can as he fucks Poppy with force. The feeling of his cock filling her up completely with each thrust is making it hard to breathe and she feels like she's choking on her own air.

"Fuck, I'm gonna c— wait, wait, oh Poppy —" The pop queen heard Branch's tone suddenly change to panic behind her at the same time that she heard and felt something give out from underneath her. Branch leans forward so that he can grab on to the headboard and use his other arm to wrap around her body, protecting her and holding Poppy still and she can feel him release inside of her right as her body starts to fall over, and she realized that...

Branch fucked her so hard that he broke their own bed.

"Shit, ahh... fuck," Poppy heard him cursing behind her as the survivalist holds her, trying to prevent Poppy from falling onto the floor as he pulls out of her and he starts to laugh as he lets Poppy's body go, turning her around so that she can lie down without falling off of their now slanted bed.

The pop queen lies down with a heavy sigh and look up at him as she begins to laugh too. "Not that I'm counting but this is the 10th bed that we broke and Sky Toronto isn't going to be happy to see us again."