Page 40 of Devil in the Details
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.
Popekissed 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.
“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.
