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)
The sounds that came from me were low, erotic, and would have humiliated me if I wasn’t so turned on, so aroused. I’d never felt this way in my life, like I wanted to just lose control for good.
The root of his cock rubbed against my clit every time he slammed into me.
“Fuck, Olive. Your pussy is so tight and wet, so fucking hot. Squeeze those muscles around me.” Sweat beaded his brow, and he made this low, animalistic sound when he pulled out and then pushed into me especially hard.
My pleasure climbed so high I couldn’t grasp reality.
“God, Olive, baby.” He grunted and closed his eyes tightly. “You’re squeezing my cock so fucking good, milking the cum from me.”
His words were obscene, filthy. They turned me on more.
He reached between us and pressed his thumb to my clit, rubbing the bud back and forth while he tunneled in and out of me.
Pope opened his eyes and stared into my face for only a second before leaning down and running his tongue along my bottom lip, sucking the flesh in, gently biting it. His breathing was short, hard pants, and I knew he was close to getting off too.
He thrust into me again and again, applied more pressure to my clit, and I felt myself explode for him.
“Mine,” he groaned out. “Tell me you’re mine, Olive.”
I gasped and nodded.
“No. Fucking say it.” He pushed all those thick, hard inches into me again.
Pope thrust in and out of faster and harder. I got lost in the sensation, felt myself falling over the edge once more, coming for him.
“I’m yours.”
“Fucking right you’re mine, Olive.” He was fucking me like a madman, my pussy so wet the erotic, filthy sounds filled the air around us. “Come for me again,” he demanded.
And I did just that. It was like his words did something to me, made me feel lost and found all in the same breath.
I forced my eyes to stay open through my pleasure, watching Pope come as well, and seeing him go over the edge because of me was such a turn-on I probably could have gotten off again. The feeling of his cock swelling in me, getting thicker, of his cum filling me, was hot, erotic.
“Mine,” he growled out, and I felt him gently bite the side of my neck.
God, it felt so good. He felt so good.
And then more pleasure slammed into me. It was all consuming, sucked me down, held me there until I never wanted to leave.
And when he pulled out of me, a gasp leaving me because of the sensitivity, Pope rolled to the side. But he didn’t leave me lying there alone for too long. He brought me in close to his body, and all I could do was mold myself to him, to bask in the feeling of being with him.
“I love you,” I said, loving the words coming from me, loving that I could say them out loud to Pope.
I felt his hand go between my thighs.
“This is mine,” he said against my head, and I all but purred like I was just as wild as he was.
He was mine.
I was his.
And it felt so perfect to feel that in my heart.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Olive
Iwas pressed against Pope, every part of me completely spent, the euphoric sensations moving through me like a drug I didn’t want to stop.
I didn’t think I could’ve moved even if I wanted to. Which, of course, I sure as hell didn’t. Our skin was slightly damp from what we’d just done, and the sound of his heavy breathing, showing he was just as tired as I was, had me smiling to myself.
He kept me close, and I let myself close my eyes and just absorb the feeling of being here next to him, of finally giving in to what I’d wanted from day one.
With my hand on his hard, defined abdomen, my fingers played along the ridges of his six-pack. We’d been lying like this for the past hour, neither of us moving or speaking, the atmosphere content and relaxed. And the soreness I felt between my thighs was this steady, powerful reminder of what we’d done.
“You’re quiet,” he said softly.
“You wore me out,” I responded honestly.
The sound of his deep chuckle could have lulled me to sleep. “You know how to make a guy feel pretty damn proud.”
I shifted on the bed slightly, so I could tip my head back and look into his face. “And what if I didn’t wear you out?” I was just teasing, because I knew damn well he was completely spent, like I was.
He had his eyes closed, one of his arms bent and tucked under his head, but after a second, he opened his eyes and looked at me. The expression on his face was serious, and I felt the air around us change.