Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 15180 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15180 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
I couldn’t breathe, didn’t think I could handle much more. Yet I’d never stop this.
“Mia,” he commanded with a thick voice, his intention clear from the way he looked me, in the tone of his voice. Pope knew what he wanted, and that was me.
I lifted my upper body up even more so I was only an inch from him now, our chests almost touching. I inhaled deeply, my head tilted back so I could look in his face.
His focus was on my lips.
I wanted to touch him, to make him feel as good as he made me feel. I wrapped my fingers around his cock, his thickness startling. He was huge, too thick for my fingers to touch. I stared into his eyes and started stroking him gently. It was the change in his breathing that told me what I did affected him.
“God damn, Mia,” he groaned gutturally.
I moved my hand faster, adding more pressure. I felt the wetness of pre-cum at the tip of his shaft with every upstroke. He closed his eyes, his massive chest rising and falling, his lips parting slightly. The fact I was the one giving him this pleasure had me on the verge of climaxing.
But before I could get him off, something I desperately wanted, he gently pushed my hand away.
He opened his eyes, his pupils dilated. “If you keep that up, Mia baby, I’ll come before we even fully start.” He was close enough that when he leaned in, our mouths were right by each other, our lips barely touching, his breath mingling with mine.
I sucked in a deep breath, the room thick, the pressure mounting. “Pope. I need you. Now.”
“And you’ll have me. Every part of me, Mia.” And then he had his mouth on mine, fucking me with his lips and tongue. I held on to him, knowing that if I didn’t I’d float away, the very presence of Pope my stability.
“How ready are you for me?” His words were muffled against my lips.
I felt like I’d been waiting for this my entire life. “I’ve never been more ready for anything.”
8
Pope
The things I wanted to do to her…
“Lie back fully, Mia. Now.” I should be gentle with her, but there was no fucking way I could control myself.
Stopping this, making myself move back, meant my self-control was slowly waning. I couldn’t breathe, felt dizzy, insane with lust, with need.
No more fucking around. I wanted to feel Mia naked and pressed against me. I wanted to feel her quiver and hear her cry out for more. I wanted to feel her tight virgin pussy squeezing my cock. I wanted to see the way her expression changed as she came for me. I wanted to hear Mia calling out my name when the ecstasy became just too much. I wanted her to say she was mine, only mine, while my big, thick cock was shoved deep inside of her.
“Mia.” I groaned her name. I was barely hanging on as it was.
I need to go slow. I have to be gentle with her.
But truth was, I didn’t know if I could be. I was so far gone in my need, I couldn’t even control my breathing, let alone my passion.
I stared at Mia as she lay on the bed, her hair fanned out around the pillow, her creamy skin on full display for me.
I lifted my hand and ran it over my mouth, a deep groan being ripped from me but muffled by my palm. “Spread for me.”
I couldn’t help but take in every inch of her, every line, every perfect fucking curve. It was exactly how I’d seen her in my head for all these years, claiming her, making her mine.
I reached for my dick, stroking myself as I stared at her, needing her like I needed to breathe. There was no way I could be slow and gentle. No fucking way. I was on top of her a second later, had my mouth on her neck, my tongue at her pulse point. She clung on to me like her life depended on it.
“Let me in,” I murmured against her throat and she spread her legs wider, letting me settle between them. I felt her slick folds surround my cock, and I started moving back and forth.
Shit, I could get off from this.
“Mia,” I groaned and moved my mouth to hers, let my lips brush along hers as I spoke.
I closed my eyes and groaned.
“Feels so good, Pope,” she cried out. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted.
I slipped my finger down her cleft, teasing her clit. And then I ran the pad of my thumb along her pussy hole. She writhed beneath me.
“God, Mia.” I was between her thighs, my breath moving along the most intimate part of her. With my hands on her inner thighs, I kept her legs spread for me. I lifted my gaze and stared at her.