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)
“More,” I groaned.
He grunted in response.
And when he moved his hand between us, touched my clit, I felt like I could have gotten off from that alone.
“You feel so fucking good against me,” he murmured out. He moved his lips down my neck, licking, sucking, and leaving his mark on me. “Mine,” he growled out, and before I knew what was happening, he moved a step back and started undressing.
All I could do was stand there and stare at him as he took off each article of clothing and showed me how hard and powerful he was.
We were both naked now, Pope back in front of me, both of us panting hard, heavy, the desire moving through us.
Identical.
I felt beads of sweat line my skin, pooling along the length of my spine, between my breasts.
His cock was like a rod between us, pressing against my belly, the wetness at the tip causing my pussy to clench.
There was no stopping this, and God, I didn’t want to.
“Fuck. That’s it, Olive.” He pressed his dick against me as if he couldn’t help himself. “Christ. This feels so good. You fucking feel so good.”
“Touch me more.” I was not above begging for what I wanted.
He had his hands on my bare ass, his fingers clenching on the mounds over and over again, groaning each time he curled his fingers into my flesh.
Pope started kissing me again, and before I could blink, he had us on the bed, my back to the mattress, him covering me with his hard, hot, and muscular body. I moaned when he slid his hands beneath me, gripped my ass again, and lifted my lower half off the bed so my pussy was rubbing along his cock now.
Pope started rocking back and forth against me, his dick sliding between my soaked folds, the pressure and movement against my clit nearly sending me over the edge.
His cock was a hard length between my thighs, hot and monstrous, my insides clenching in need and apprehension.
“Fuck me,” I said unabashedly, wantonly.
He grunted and thrust his hard cock against my pussy over and over again, humping me, sliding along the wetness until I gasped and clung to him.
Right now, I just wanted to feel him pushing into me, stretching me, claiming every inch of my body.
“You want my cock?”
I nodded. “God. Yes.”
“You ready for me, for all of me, all of this?”
I licked my lips and nodded. “I am. So ready.”
The sheets were so soft and cool against my overheated, ultra-sensitive body. For a second, he looked at my face, his gaze heavy-lidded. “Spread wider for me,” he ordered gruffly.
And I did, watched as he pulled back and looked down between my legs.
“Perfection. Absolute fucking perfection.”
And when I saw this shift behind his eyes, this primal, animalistic control take over, I knew without a doubt Pope was mine and I was his.
He was kissing me a second later, his body wedged between mine even harder, deeper. Pope never stopped kissing me as he reached between us and grabbed hold of his dick, placing the thick, pre-cum-coated tip at my entrance. He rubbed his cockhead along my cleft, up and down, bumping my clit with every upstroke.
I was at the point where I wanted him shoved so deep inside me nothing else mattered.
“There’s no going back, Olive. There was never any going back. Not now. Not ever.”
I gasped at his words.
He stared at where his cock would be buried in my pussy then started pushing into me. When the tip of his cock was fully wedged inside me, we both breathed out roughly, neither moving, our gazes locked on each other.
“Fuck, Olive,” he grunted out. “I’ve thought of this for so long, wanted it since the moment I saw you sitting at that table on our blind date.” He pushed another inch into me. “This is mine.” He shoved another inch in. “You are mine.”
I nodded. “Yes. Yes, Pope. I am yours.”
And then in one fluid motion, he thrust his hips forward, pushing all his thick inches into me. Pope groaned and closed his eyes.
“Olive. Oh fuck. Yeah, baby,” he panted. “You’re so fucking tight. You’re so hot, and wet.”
My inner muscles clenched around him involuntarily.
“Don’t stop,” was my reply.
“I’ll never fucking stop, Olive.” He pulled out just an inch and thrust back in. “Yeah. Just like that.” He started moving in and out of me, faster and harder, but all the while looking right into my eyes. “Christ.” Pope kept moving slow and easy, letting me feel every hard, solid inch of him moving in and out of my pussy.
But as the seconds ticked by, his motions became more frantic.
He was so far inside me there wasn’t a part of me Pope wasn’t touching. I couldn’t even think straight, let alone form words. The sounds of our flesh slapping together, of his cock sliding in and out of my pussy, had my pleasure mounting.