Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 41482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 207(@200wpm)___ 166(@250wpm)___ 138(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 207(@200wpm)___ 166(@250wpm)___ 138(@300wpm)
I set her down reluctantly, letting her body slide down mine, letting her feel me like I was feeling her. I kept her close, my hands always on her. “Are you nervous, baby?” I whispered. The lights were off, and the glow from the city came through the bedroom window.
“A little,” she whispered back.
I cupped her chin, tilting her head back slightly, loving that she parted her mouth for me, that even my touch made her react like this.
“I’ve never been this bold before, Pope.”
“Kiss me.”
I closed my eyes and tried to control myself. When I opened them, I leaned in and kissed her lips sweetly, softly, trying to go slow. “I’ll make this good for you, Olive baby.” I moved my hand lower until I got to the hem of her shirt.
She placed her hand over mine and slowly moved it up, taking the material up so her belly was now exposed. She arched her back against me, pressing her breasts to my chest, letting me feel how hard her nipples were.
Olive gasped when my fingers touched her bare skin.
“That’s it,” I said against her mouth. “Give me those sounds.” I curled my fingers against her side, wanting to leave little marks on her body, a sign of ownership, that she was mine.
Moving my hand up higher, I felt the edge of her bra. I wanted that fucking thing off, wanted to feel the mounds of her chest in my palms.
Touch her.
My mouth was dry as I reached out and took one of her lacy mounds in my hands. I leaned forward enough that I could run my tongue along her bottom lip at the same time. I slipped my hand beneath the material of her bra, pulling it down and over the peak, and then ran the tip of my finger over her nipple. Shocks of electricity moved through me from the contact, and she arched against my touch for more.
Over and over, I pulled at her nipple, kissing her like I was drowning and she was my life preserver. But even if this was perfection, I needed us both naked, needed her in bed, and desperately wanted to be buried between her thighs.
I moved my mouth down to the base of her neck and felt her pulse beating rapidly. I licked and sucked at the spot, drawing the blood up to the surface and marking her.
Fuck, I felt primitive, feral.
“Pope.” She whispered my name, and it was so fucking incredible as it fell from her lips.
“Don’t stop.”
“Never, baby,” I murmured against her skin.
I reached behind, unclasped her bra, and pulled the offending material away, letting it fall from my fingers and drop to the floor.
I took a step back and looked my fill, loving that she only wore her panties now.
Perfection.
She was petite, thin, but fuck was she curvy.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” I’d meant to say that to myself, but the words spilled out before I could stop them.
I didn’t stop myself from reaching down and palming my cock through my slacks like a horny teenager unable to control himself. But then again, around Olive, I couldn’t.
“I need you,” she moaned, and I all but lost it then.
I reached out and cupped her breasts, gently curling my fingers around the mounds until she closed her eyes and parted her lips. I leaned in and kissed her, unable to stop myself. And with my lips on hers, I knew I was at my breaking point.
And so I moved my hands lower, curled them around her hips, staying there for a moment before I let them slide to her ass. The mounds were perfect as I cupped them through her panties.
My dick was throbbing, and my balls were drawn up tight.
“Take them off,” she all but begged me, and I gave her exactly what we both wanted.
I looped my fingers under the band of her underwear and slid them down and off her legs.
And then for a suspended moment, all I did was hold the globes while I kissed her, fucked her mouth with mine.
“Christ,” I panted. I was so damn hard, harder than I’d ever been in my life. My fucking cock felt like it was made out of steel. I moved my mouth to her ear, trailing the shell with my tongue, feeling like I’d come just from this act alone. “I need you now, Olive.”
“Me too,” she said breathlessly.
I wanted inside her so fucking badly.
“I’m ready, Pope. Take me.”
Yeah, there was no going back now. No fucking way.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Olive
Icouldn’t help but feel like I was floating, just about to drift away, because I couldn’t stay stable.
Pope kissed me hard, sliding his hands down to my ass, gripping the cheeks, pulling a gasp from me.
He had his big body pressed against mine, the feel of his hard dick digging against my belly through his slacks making me want to tear at his clothes. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even think straight.