Page 84 of Hotter 'N Hell

“He touched you. He couldn’t take his eyes off you. He sat byyou. Acted as if you were his,” he said through clenched teeth. “And I had to fucking sit there and take it.”

I blinked. This was about Crow.

Okay, well, I was here. Not with Crow.

“That doesn’t matter. I don’t want Crow.”

Jude crawled onto the bed, then took my legs and put them over his shoulders. His fingertips trailed up my legs as he stared at the wetness pooled between them from the possessiveness oozing off him. He lowered his body, and I held my breath until the first swipe of his tongue shot out. Tasting me. A deep, pleased hum vibrated against my clit.

“Ah!” I cried as my hands grabbed fistfuls of the covers beneath me.

“My pussy,” he murmured, licking me.

“Yes, please,” I begged.

His slow strokes began to change. Getting more frenzied. Growls rumbling up from his chest. He buried his face as he shoved his tongue inside my slit. His nose flicked my clit as he sucked me as if I were some nectar he couldn’t get enough of. Crosby had gone down on me many times, but never had he eaten me. Tried to lick every inch, lapping at me like a man possessed.

My hands flew to the back of his head as my orgasm hit hard and fast. I held his face against my cunt, crying out his name as my body bucked and shuddered.

Jesus, had that really happened?

Jude had taken the phraseeat pussyliterally.

Another pleased growl came from him. He was like an animal who had just had his favorite treat.

When he lifted his head, my wetness glistened on his unshaven face. His pupils were so big that his eyes appeared black. “Mine.”

Absolutely.

Please do that more.

He pressed a kiss to my inner thigh, then to my sensitive clit before moving back and standing up. I started to close my legs, and he shook his head.

“No, stay just like that,” he ordered as he began stripping off his clothes. “All night, I had to watch him. I wanted to rip his arms from his body. I can’t handle that. I don’t like anyone else close to you. Thinking they have the right to touch you.”

Right now, I didn’t think pointing out that his being a priest kinda made it impossible for him to lay claim to me. He would just have to trust me.

“I’m going to fuck you just like that. Wanton, sated, your legs spread wide open for me. Letting me take you however I want. Such a naughty girl.”

He placed a knee on the bed, and he crawled over to cover me.

“Tell me to fuck you,” he said. “Tell me how you want me to stretch that hot little cunt. That you’re my personal whore. That you’ll give me this pussy whenever I need it. Ready to spread those legs for me.”

The head of his cock pushed inside me.

“Yes! Fuck me, Father. Stretch my pussy. Make me your dirty little whore.”

He let out a snarl as he slammed into me. “Mine,” he said as he began to pound into me. The headboard slapping against the wall. The crucifix rattling above us. Every loud slap of our bodies sending me higher.

“You make me crazy,” he said, his eyes wild. “This cunt makes me feel unhinged. I don’t recognize myself.”

“Jude!” I cried as my nails raked down his arms.

Then, I began to spiral. The exquisite peak.

“GOD! FUCK!” Jude shouted, jerking back and shooting white ropes of cum onto my thighs and his bed.

His body trembled as our eyes locked.