Page 56 of Pope's Penance

“Make me.”

She drops her legs from around me and shoves me back.I let out a pitiful whimper, already missing her heat.

“Down,” she orders, and I drop to my knees again.

She climbs on my lap, sliding down onto my cock and braces her feet against the bottom of the tub.She places her hand over my mouth as she rides me.

Not what I was expecting, but holy fuck, I’m not complaining.

The water rains down over us as she rises and falls above me in a breathless urgency.Her tits bounce, beckoning me like a fucking siren song.I shake my head to dislodge her hand, cup the perky globes in mine, and drop my lips to one.I suck her nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it before biting down.Her ass smacks against my thighs as she fucks me, her hips losing their rhythm as her orgasm draws closer.

I move my mouth along her chest, nipping and sucking, leaving my marks behind.My lips trail along the curve of her collarbone, up her neck, and along her jawline until I reach her ear.

“You’re so fucking powerful, little mama.Look at you, owning me like the motherfucking queen you are.Fucking me so goddamn good.”

She whimpers, her pussy clenching around my cock, her hips jerking unsteadily.

“That’s right, baby.Ride this fat cock.Milk me dry.Use me up.”Fire pools in my abdomen, and I toss my head back in pure ecstasy.“Fuck.This pussy’s on fire.”

My words are gravelly as my release climbs up my spine.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Birdie chants breathlessly.

Her body quivers, and her tight little cunt convulses over me as she cries out in fervor.

There she blows, folks.

With a guttural roar, my cock pulses, shooting cum deep inside of her.

The cold water pelts our heated skin as our harsh breaths fill the small space.I drop my forehead to her chest as I fight off the tears that suddenly spring to my eyes.

Goddammit.

Her pussy was so good it’s got me fucking crying.

She pats me on the head.“Good boy.Thanks for doing a good job.”

My tears dry up as laughter breaks from my chest.“Goddamn, little mama.I’ve missed the fuck out of you.”

Birdie snorts, climbing off me so nonchalantly.As if she didn’t fuck me so good that it made me cry.Fucking voodoo pussy, I tell you.

“Sure, you did,” she says, shutting off the water.

I rise unsteadily to my feet and am about to climb out of the tub after her when I fucking step on the pearls in the bottom.It’s like everything happens in slow motion.My feet go one way, my body goes another.I grab onto the closest thing I can reach, which just happens to be the shower curtain, and one by one, the hooks pop off the rod.So, I do the only thing I can do in this situation—I close my fucking eyes and brace for impact, soaking in the raucous laughter coming from Birdie.

Welp, I’ll probably die from strangulation by shower curtain, but at least I’m going out with that sound in my ears and her pussy juices all over my cock.

I could die in worse ways.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Birdiewasn’tplayingaroundwhen she said that sex between us meant nothing.She’s pretended all week that it didn’t even happen while I’ve been following her around with a pout because she took my favorite toy away.

So wicked to only give me a sip of paradise instead of a full feast.

Who even does that?

My queen, that’s who.

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