Just Friends Read online Jenika Snow (A Real Man #19)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Romance Tags Authors: Series: A Real Man Series by Jenika Snow
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Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 15180 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
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And then he was striding to the bed, sitting down, but keeping me on top of him.

“That’s it, baby,” he said gruffly against my mouth.

I felt the stiff outline of his cock even more, pressed right up against my pussy. I was panting against his mouth, unable to think clearly, let alone say anything.

“Should we stop?” he asked harshly against my lips.

I shook my head. “God. No.”

He broke away and looked into my eyes, his hand cupping my cheek.

“Don’t stop, Pope.”

He groaned and slammed his mouth down on mine. I dug my fingernails into his back, pulling him closer. I opened my mouth, and he slipped his tongue inside, stroking mine, making me ache between my thighs.

He was gently pressing his hard cock against my aching pussy, thrusting back and forth, making me want to beg for more … so much more. He made me wish there was nothing separating us, that his erection was out and he was sliding it deep inside of me.

“I need you,” I gasped against his mouth, and he pulled away. My face felt hot, my lips swollen from the blood rushing beneath the surface. “Pope.”

I wanted him to take me. I wanted to feel freedom in his arms … under him. I wanted Pope to make up for lost time.

He didn’t say anything for long moments, but I could see he was thinking hard, deeply. He still had his hand on my cheek, his thumb stroking right under my eye. My inner muscles clenched, needing something substantial, wanting to be stretched, to feel that burn.

I needed Pope.

He groaned right before he had his mouth on mine again. He fucked me with his lips and tongue, making me wish we were naked and in bed.

“You’re mine,” Pope said with so much intensity in his voice there was no doubt in my mind he meant it.

“Pope,” I whispered.

“I can’t let you go, Mia. I can’t.”

I shook my head. “Good. Because I don’t want you to.”

Pope

Fuck. This was reality. This was real.

My cock was hard, like a steel pipe in my pants, digging against my zipper. Every part of me was strung tight.

“I need you,” she whispered.

I tore at my clothes as fast humanly possible until I was naked and she could look her fill of me. I looked into her eyes, the bright blue sucking me in, drawing me closer, deeper. I had never been fully alive until I realized my love for Mia, until I knew I couldn’t live without her.

She was what being alive meant.

I didn’t miss how her gaze lowered to my dick, how her eyes widened slightly … how her desire coated the air even more.

“Are you ready for me?”

“Yes, Pope,” she gasped.

I held her tightly to me, kissing her until she was gasping for air, until she was clinging to me. I only stopped to tear at what little clothing she still had on and rip all the fucking material off until she was bare. So fucking perfect.

There was no way I’d deny her. I lifted her easily and just held her, wanting her on the bed, needing to see her hair fanned out over the sheets, the scent of her filling my nose, making me drunk.

I wouldn’t waste any more time, not when I finally had Mia. I stood there for a moment, just holding her, staring at her, wanting to devour her. But there was no way I could control myself right here, right now. I leaned in an inch, our mouths so close that if I said one word, our lips would brush together.

“Is this really happening?”

I nodded. “It’s so fucking happening,” I whispered against her mouth. I set her down so I could cup her cheek. “I want forever,” I said with a demanding tone in my voice. I slipped my hand behind her head, cupping her nape, keeping her close. This possessive side rose up in me like a hungry beast, refusing to be tamed where she was concerned. “I won’t stop until I have you as mine forever, Mia.”

I looked my fill of her. Her breasts were perfectly round, a handful … mine. I looked lower at the junction between her thighs. Her pussy … hell, her pussy was pink and wet. It was all for me.

“Pope.” She said my name and it sounded so fucking good.

God, there was no turning back. There was no stopping this.

6

Pope

I was harder than I’d ever been in my life. My cock ached and my balls were drawn up tight. Hell, the tip of my dick was covered in pre-cum, the need to get off tightening my body. My gaze was trained right between her legs, the shadows in the room slightly obscuring the area of her I wanted to see the most. I took a step back and trailed my gaze up her flat belly, and over her round, perfect breasts. Her chest rose and fell, this thickness in the air almost suffocating.


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