Page 16 of Pope’s Purgatory

Things have been strainedin the club lately as the tension mounts between us and the Steel Slayers. Hell, shit’s strained at home between me and Birdie, too. All around me, there’s so much fucking tension.

As the time for me to shove Birdie out draws closer, the more I’m struggling to keep the darkness from taking me over completely.

We all need some semblance of peace before our worlds are blown apart, so I let everyone know yesterday that there was going to be a family gathering at the clubhouse today. The club whores are welcome to attend, but they were warned that they better be on their best behavior, otherwise, they’re out of the club. With everything else going on, we don’t have time for any bullshit they might try to pull while old ladies and kids are there.

There’s a bit of lightness to Birdie today as she gets ready to head to the clubhouse, and as usual, I’m drawn to that light. I’ve been unable to keep my distance from her. It’s a dick move, stealing these moments without her knowing it’s all going to go away soon, but I’ve never pretended to be a nice guy. This is allI’m going to have left of her when she leaves, so I’m sucking it into my lungs like an addict.

My nostrils twitch, taking in the sweet scent of that fucking fresh blueberry cobbler she’s making. I nearly trip over my big ass feet as I follow the aroma to the kitchen. Birdie is bent over the oven, and a groan rumbles up my chest at the way her jean shorts hug that sweet ass of hers. Her cheeks play peek-a-boo with the hem, tempting me to drop to my knees behind her and take a bite.

It’s been almost two fucking weeks since I’ve been buried in my woman’s sweet cunt, and I’m craving it so badly that my hands are shaking with need.

She shuts the oven door with her hip and places the glass dish on top of the stove before leaning over and turning it off.

My long legs eat up the distance between us when she slides over to the counter, and I don’t stop until I’m right up against her with my hard dick resting against her ass. I grip the counter on both sides of her and cage her in, burying my face in her neck. Inhaling sharply, I moan as her scent seeps into my lungs.

“Fucking miss you,” I groan, nipping at her neck.

She inhales sharply, her fingers curling into fists on the countertop. “I’m not the one who’s gone anywhere.”

I glide my tongue down her throat, leaving little bites along the way. Removing one of my hands from the counter, I place it on her stomach, my fingers catching the bare skin between her shorts and t-shirt. My thumb drifts in circles before sneaking under the waistband of her shorts.

Her body shudders, her ass pressing back and rubbing against the bulge in my jeans. “What are you doing?”

“Shh,” I whisper against her neck, gliding my hand farther inside her shorts and past her underwear. “Let me make you feel good, little mama.”

This time, when Birdie shoves her ass back, she does it hard enough to dislodge my hand. Then she twirls around and glares up at me.

“Get this straight, you beast. Your dick and magic fingers aren’t something that can make this okay. We still have problems that need solved.” She reaches up, grabs a handful of my beard, and pulls my face closer to hers. “Understand that if I let you touch me, it’s because I want you to. If I let you fuck me, it’s because my pussy is hungry. I love you, Apollonos, but you don’t control me or my body.” Then she smiles and a hungry glint lights up her eyes as she releases my beard. “You’re only lucky that I’ve woken up particularly hungry today.”

She unbuttons her shorts and kicks them away before reaching back to hold onto the counter and hopping up. She places a foot on my shoulder and pushes down with a lifted brow. “Now, be a good boy and get on your knees. You promised to make me feel good. If you do well, I might even let you fuck me.”

Fuck me, why does this side of her get my dick harder than anything else?

I drop to my knees, grab her thighs, and slide her to the edge so her pussy is right in front of my face. Closing my eyes, I bury my nose in her and inhale deeply, the scent of her arousal causing the head of my dick to weep.

“You always smell so fucking delicious,” I rumble before swiping my tongue through her slit.

Birdie lets out a beautiful moan, placing both her legs over my shoulders and crossing her ankles, locking me between her thighs.

As if I wanted to go anywhere else now.

I feast on her, stuffing each quiver, each moan, each cry into my black heart so when I’m without her and alone, I’ll be able to bring them out to remember the time I held such a beautiful soul in my hand.

“God, the way you eat my pussy is divine,” she moans, shoving her fingers into my hair and pulling me closer.

I swirl my tongue around her clit before sucking it into my mouth and biting down. Her fingers tighten in my hair as her body bows and a sharp, splintering cry pours from her lips. That sweet fucking release pours into my mouth and I swallow it down greedily.

Birdie pulls my head away and stares down at my glistening face with hooded eyes. “Such a good boy. Now, get up here and fuck me like the beast you are.”

I bite the inside of her thigh, causing her to cry out in pleasure, and climb to my feet. Releasing my hold on her thigh, I move my hand to her throat and drop my mouth to hers.

We duel, her tongue showing me how fucking angry she is with me and mine accepting it.

Birdie shoves me away again, leaning forward and dropping her hands to unbutton my jeans and shove them down. Then she hooks her legs around me and guides me to her.

“This doesn’t make anything better,” she warns.

“Didn’t think it did, little mama. Just need you,” I admit.

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