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He withdrew his fingers, slapping his hand across my arse before returning to my clit.
"Tell me."
"No condom," I admitted, my breath catching. "I want you—someone—anyone—to come in me. I wanna be filled with it. I want it dripping down my legs. I want—"
My admission seemed to snap what little control Pope had retained. With bruising force, he twisted my head to cover my mouth with his. This was no mere kiss—his mouth fucked mine as his fingers—his wonderful, talented, decadent fingers—strummed me to a roaring orgasm. I bucked, riding my climax as he swallowed my screams. Pope groaned into my mouth, his hand soaked by my arousal.
Limp and panting, I clutched at the wooden slats of the table top as if they were a lifeboat and I adrift at sea.
With a shuddering breath, I pushed myself up and turned around, forcing energy into limbs that wanted to remain limp with pleasure.
Brushing red curls from my face, I glanced up at the man who had rocked my world.
"Um, thanks?"
He chuckled, crossing his arms. "Thanks? That's all I get?"
I tilted my head to one side. "What did you expect?"
His grin was pure evil. "To come."
Chapter Four
JULES
Pope gripped my poor abused arse as he boosted me up. Of their own volition, my arms and legs wrapped around him, holding on as he pressed his rigid cock between my legs.
Reaching behind me, he dragged his sleeping bag across the table, dropping me on it to lay me out like a feast.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous." He cupped my breasts, the fullness of them overflowing his hands. "I can't get enough of you."
As if to prove his point, Pope sucked first one nipple and then the other, laving my areolas as he split his attention between my breasts.
"Do you know, the summer you grew these, I whacked off for hours dreaming of them?" He ground his cock into my pelvis. "Felt like a right bastard thinking of fucking your tits while you were still in pigtails."
A dark pleasure pulsed between my legs.
"Bullshit," I barked, holding him to my breast. "You never noticed me."
"Oh, how wrong you are, Jules." He crept up my body, nipping and sucking, leaving love bites along my collarbone and neck.
"Now," he murmured, nuzzling at my ear lobe. "Tell me again about this fantasy."
I ignored the flood of moisture that slicked my pussy. "I—we don't have to do—"
"Shh," he hushed, stroking a hand down my body. "Don't deny your desires, Little Red. Tell me."
Suddenly his name made sense. In the dark of the night, he sought my confession, offering me a chance to unburden the sins I wished to commit.
I just wondered what my penance would be.
I closed my eyes. "I want you to come in me."
"Mm. And that's it? That's your only desire?"
I shuddered as his thumb traced across my bottom lip. "No."
"Tell me."
