Page 28 of Claimed By Pope
“Yes,” I whimper, arching into him, practically begging for relief for the fire he’s lit under me. “Take me, please.” His hand circles my waist and pulls me to the edge of the desk, those eyes locked firmly on mine as he presses his cock against my entrance, slowly inching into me, holding me still when I move into him. “Pope…”
"I love the way you say my name, baby."
“Stop teasing me,” I cry, fingers tugging at his hair. “Pope… Ah!”
A scream tears from my lips when his shaft slams hard and deep into me, filling me completely. “Fuck!” he growls, withdrawing before thrusting back with enough power to send the desk. I cry out, dropping my head against his shoulder as he starts to hammer into me with such feral need. I push into his thrust, chanting his name like a prayer, sobbing for the release only he has ever given me—only he ever will.
“Yes, so good,” I whimper into his shoulder, dropping my hands to grip his back, scratching at it. “Need you. Want you.” I cry out when he angles his cock to stroke against that sensitive spot inside of me, making my thighs tremble. I hold onto him, bearing against his powerful thrusts and reveling in the feel of his hard cock inside of me. Stroking and stroking…taking mehard and fast in his office, each slap of skin, sending me closer and closer to the edge.
"Yes, baby, take my cock!" he pants into my neck, picking up pace, it's almost inhuman. Almost punishing. There’s a mix of pain and pleasure. Pain from the sting on my ass from where he smacked me earlier and pleasure for the delicious pressure he sends through my body with every drive of his cock into my dripping sex. “Need you to come all over my dick, little rabbit. Come for me!”
“Close,” I whimper, crying out when he reaches between my legs and to my clit, rubbing at the sensitive bud in furious circles as he thrusts fervently into me.
My climax slams into me like a tsunami, sweeping me off the desk. My hips rise from it, thighs trembling hard as intense pleasure spreads through my body and to the tip of my toes, making them curl. I sob out his name, fingers digging into his back as my sex clenches hard and releases around his shaft. It's never-ending. My sex tightens around him, squeezing around his thrusting shaft. “Oh God…Pope!”
“Fuuuck, baby, I’m so fucking close,” he pants, slamming harder and faster into me, juices dripping between us as he strokes and strokes and…
His cock swells inside of me and his muscles tense against me all for two seconds before they release in a shudder. His hands tighten against me, his cock jerking hard inside of me with every spurt of his seed that he buries in my womb. He bellows my name as he loses himself inside of me. I whimper in his arms, squeezing around him, milking him of every drop he pumps into me. The orgasm drags shudders between us until we’re drained of everything.
Pope goes slack against me, his head dropping against my shoulder even as his semi-hard cock continues to pulse inside of me. We’re both panting, body shaking from the lovemaking. I bite down a whimper when he pulls his cock out of me, leaving a streak of his seed in his wake. He presses his lips against my temple before completely pulling back to look at me. “You look a mess, sweetheart. A beautiful mess.”
“No way I’m showing up at the party like this,” I say, jumping off the desk. “Do you think anyone will notice if I change out of this dress?”
He laughs, taking my hand as we head to the en suite to clean up. “You could always say you spilled something on your dress.” He turns to grab a towel to clean us up when I notice the streaks and holes in his shirt, clearly formed when I was scratching his back earlier.
“I think you’re going to need to change too. There are holes in your shirt.” I finger one, cursing out for being careless, “Shit. Everyone's going to know we left to have sex.”
Pope laughs, dropping to a crouch to clean my thighs, making me blush. “People know we have sex, Sienna,” he says, those beautiful eyes locking with mine and I read amusement in them. “It’s the whole reason today’s happening. We had sex, made a baby and now everyone’s here to celebrate that.”
I try not to think too much of how we’ll explain our absence as we clean up as much as we can. Pope grabs a jacket to cover the scratch marks on his back. We walk to the door, but he stops short of opening it.
“I love you, Sienna. Do you remember the first time you came into my office and I had to kiss you to prove we had chemistry?”
“Yeah.”
He nudges me back against the door, his mouth capturing mine in a soft kiss that sends my toes curling. “It’s still there,” he says with a charming grin. “An ocean couldn’t put it out.”
“No it couldn’t,” I whisper, pressing my head on his shoulder and I realize I would bear the pain of walking in heels too tall for me and a dress too short for my liking if it led me back to this moment. This man. This life.
There is a silly grin on my face as he takes my hand in his once again and pulls me out to rejoin the rest of our family.
~The End
