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"You'll pay for that, Little Red." Wrapping his arms around my legs, Pope heaved me down the table until my arse hung off the edge.
"Perfect."
With one brutal thrust of his cock, my world unravelled.
"Fuck," he bit out, his fingers digging into the soft skin at my hips. "You feel fucking incredible."
I couldn't describe the heat that flooded my body at his growled words–the feel of his bare cock driving me wild.
"Fuck me," I begged, clutching fistfuls of his t-shirt. "Come in me, Pope. Please come—"
He thrust into me again, fucking me hard and fast. The sweet pain of his rough invasion added to my arousal, burning me with its intensity.
"Take my cock," he demanded. "You want my cum? Beg for it."
"I want it," I gasped, meeting him thrust for thrust. "Fuck me, Pope. Come in me. Please come—"
His scruff rasped against my skin as he silenced me with a vicious kiss. His cock ravished my body as his tongue brutalised my mouth, dominating me, forcing me to yield.
I fought, nipping his lips and digging my nails into his skin.
"You've pushed me too far, Jules."
He shifted, changing the angle of his thrusts. My body convulsed in response, my hips shifting as I searched for more.
"You gonna come, Little Red?"
I whimpered, my head falling back as he picked up the pace. "Maybe."
"Maybe?" He slipped a hand between us, fingering my clit. "Better?"
Feral sounds ripped from my throat. Pope delved his free hand into my hair, forcing my head back to meet his mouth. Hefeasted, devouring me hungrily, continuing to thrust powerfully into my clenching pussy.
With a final thrust of his cock and flick of his finger, I came in a glorious wet rush. My pussy pulsed around his cock desperately seeking his release. Ripping his mouth from mine, Pope roared my name as he came, another orgasm rolling through me as his cock pulsed and jerked, his cum hot inside me.
I fell back, staring at the sky as I struggled to catch my breath. With a groan, Pope's fingers went to the junction of my thighs, swirling through the wet heat that saturated my skin. Finding my entrance, he roughly fucked my pussy before withdrawing.
He pressed his cum-covered fingers to my lips.
"Suck," he ordered, his eyes blue fire. "Taste how good we are together."
With wide eyes and a body limp with pleasure, I opened my mouth to lick the juices from his hand.
His eyelids lowered, a half grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"Good girl."
Sprawled on the picnic table, I felt at peace for the first time in weeks.
Pity, it didn't last.
CHAPTER FIVE
A dozen police sirens pierced the air, shattering the quiet night.
"Shit." Pope withdrew his fingers from my mouth, reaching down to zip up his pants. "Who called the cops?"
Reeling from the intensity of our encounter, I stared blankly at the red and blue flashing lights as they roared down the highway toward the bar.
