Page 41 of Devil in the Details
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 tableon 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.
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.
