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"And your boundaries?" he asked, running a thumb across the curve of my cheek. "What can't I do to you?"
I licked my dry lips, throwing caution to the wind. "Nothing. Tonight you can do whatever you want."
His grin was slow and filled with heat. "All right, Jules. Have it your way." He stepped back, his hands dropping to his belt. With slow, precise movements, he unbuckled it, his hands resting on the fly of his jeans.
"On your knees, pretty girl."
CHAPTER THREE
Pope's blunt order sent a dark thrill zinging down my spine.
Am I really doing this?
He watched me, his hands resting on his jeans, telling me without words that this was my decision.
With a shuddering breath, I sank to my knees. The skirt of my dress pooled under my legs, the thin barrier useless against the sharp rocks and sticks cutting into my skin.
I rocked back and forth welcoming the pain.
"Well?" Pope taunted, his tone low and rough. "You gonna sit there or suck me?"
With trembling hands, I lowered the zipper of his fly, peeling back his jeans to reveal black boxer briefs.
His fingers tangled in my red curls, cradling my head.
"Your decision, Little Red."
His pet name felt like a caress against my skin.
Confident now, I tugged the material down, relishing the sight of his cock. Thick, long and heavy. I spat in my hand then wrapped it around his base, licking my lips in anticipation.
He tilted my head back, his gaze catching mine. "Like what you see, pretty girl?"
I stroked up his cock, pleased when his eyelids lowered to half-mast, a grunt slipping from between his full lips.
"You'll do."
He cursed, his hand tightening in my hair. "You gonna be a brat, Jules?"
I lifted one shoulder in a half shrug, my hand tightening viciously around his cock.
"Suck me."
My nipples tightened at his crude order, a moan working its way up my throat.
"You want this?" he growled, pressing my mouth to the crown of his dick. "You wanna taste me come down your throat?"
"Yes."
Pope pressed against my head, guiding me forward. With one hand on his thigh, I paused glancing up to find him watching me.
"Hope you like deep throating," I said, licking the drop of precum that beaded on the end of his cock.
"Don't promise what you can't deliver, Jules."
I cocked an eyebrow. "Who says I can't?"
With one motion, I sucked him deep, determined to make him sorry for any doubts he might have entertained.
