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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.
"Fuck." His hands fumbled with the collar of my dress. "I need—"
My breasts spilled out and into his waiting palms, the freckle-dotted skin pale in the moonlight.
"Jesus fucking Christ," Pope cursed, running thumbs over my erect nipples. "Look at you, Little Red. Look at how fucking gorgeous you are right now. That's it, babe. You take my cock like a good girl. Suck me, baby. Fuck me with your throat."
Cupping his balls, I took another inch, eager to please this man who'd done nothing to deserve my worship.
With a growl, he held my head still, fucking into my mouth until tears dripped down my cheeks. I choked, but he kept going, brutally taking what he wanted.
Perhaps I'd have protested if I'd been a better woman. I'd have tapped his thigh or asked for pause. But I wasn't a lady tonight. I was a creature desperate to be punished. Anxious to feel physically the pain that writhed inside me.
Abruptly, Pope pulled back, holding me away from him.
I panted, staring up at this man who held me captive.
"Take off your underwear."
As I followed his direction, a deep ache began to pulse between my thighs.
With breasts still exposed to the night air, I forced my shaking legs to stand before bending over to slide my soaked panties down my legs.
"Give them to me." Pope held his hand out, accepting the saturated material. He made a sound of approval as it slapped into his palm. "Bend over the table."
Sucking in a deep breath, I turned, giving him my back as I bent to place my hands on the wooden tabletop.
He lay a hand between my shoulders, guiding me forward until the table supported my upper body and my arse lifted to the sky. Pope’s erection ground into my arse, his breath hot against my ear. "You need me to hurt you, Little Red?"
I whimpered, nodding.
Pope eased back, his hands falling to my arse. "Good girl."
