Page 24 of Devil in the Details

Olive

I couldn’t help but feel like I was floating, just about to drift away, because I couldn’t stay stable.

Pope kissed me hard, sliding his hands down to my ass, gripping the cheeks, pulling a gasp from me.

He had his big body pressed against mine, the feel of his hard dick digging against my belly through his slacks making me want to tear at his clothes. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even think straight.

“More,” I groaned.

He grunted in response.

And when he moved his hand between us, touched my clit, I felt like I could have gotten off from that alone.

“You feel so fucking good against me,” he murmured out. He moved his lips down my neck, licking, sucking, and leaving his mark on me. “Mine,” he growled out, and before I knew what was happening, he moved a step back and started undressing.

All I could do was stand there and stare at him as he took off each article of clothing and showed me how hard and powerful he was.

We were both naked now, Pope back in front of me, both of us panting hard, heavy, the desire moving through us.

Identical.

I felt beads of sweat line my skin, pooling along the length of my spine, between my breasts.

His cock was like a rod between us, pressing against my belly, the wetness at the tip causing my pussy to clench.

There was no stopping this, and God, I didn’t want to.

“Fuck. That’s it, Olive.” He pressed his dick against me as if he couldn’t help himself. “ Christ . This feels so good. You fucking feel so good.”

“Touch me more.” I was not above begging for what I wanted.

He had his hands on my bare ass, his fingers clenching on the mounds over and over again, groaning each time he curled his fingers into my flesh.

Pope started kissing me again, and before I could blink, he had us on the bed, my back to the mattress, him covering me with his hard, hot, and muscular body.

I moaned when he slid his hands beneath me, gripped my ass again, and lifted my lower half off the bed so my pussy was rubbing along his cock now.

Pope started rocking back and forth against me, his dick sliding between my soaked folds, the pressure and movement against my clit nearly sending me over the edge.

His cock was a hard length between my thighs, hot and monstrous, my insides clenching in need and apprehension.

“Fuck me,” I said unabashedly, wantonly.

He grunted and thrust his hard cock against my pussy over and over again, humping me, sliding along the wetness until I gasped and clung to him.

Right now, I just wanted to feel him pushing into me, stretching me, claiming every inch of my body.

“You want my cock?”

I nodded. “God. Yes.”

“You ready for me, for all of me, all of this?”

I licked my lips and nodded. “I am. So ready.”

The sheets were so soft and cool against my overheated, ultra-sensitive body. For a second, he looked at my face, his gaze heavy-lidded. “Spread wider for me,” he ordered gruffly.

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 table on 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.

“I’m yours.”

“Fucking right you’re mine, Olive.” He was fucking me like a madman, my pussy so wet the erotic, filthy sounds filled the air around us. “Come for me again,” he demanded.

And I did just that. It was like his words did something to me, made me feel lost and found all in the same breath.

I forced my eyes to stay open through my pleasure, watching Pope come as well, and seeing him go over the edge because of me was such a turn-on I probably could have gotten off again. The feeling of his cock swelling in me, getting thicker, of his cum filling me, was hot, erotic.

“Mine,” he growled out, and I felt him gently bite the side of my neck.

God, it felt so good. He felt so good.

And then more pleasure slammed into me. It was all consuming, sucked me down, held me there until I never wanted to leave.

And when he pulled out of me, a gasp leaving me because of the sensitivity, Pope rolled to the side. But he didn’t leave me lying there alone for too long. He brought me in close to his body, and all I could do was mold myself to him, to bask in the feeling of being with him.

“I love you,” I said, loving the words coming from me, loving that I could say them out loud to Pope.

I felt his hand go between my thighs.

“This is mine,” he said against my head, and I all but purred like I was just as wild as he was.

He was mine.

I was his.

And it felt so perfect to feel that in my heart.