Her lips parted, and her pupils dilated. “What are you thinking about right now?” she asked breathlessly.
I lowered my focus to her lips and kept them there. “Why do you ask that?” I murmured just as softly.
She inhaled slowly. Exhaled just the same. “B-Because you’re looking at me like you’ll die if you don’t have me.”
I slowly—oh so fucking slowly—lifted my gaze back up to her eyes and didn’t even bother hiding the low, primal sound that left me. “I’ve never been more starved for anything in my life, Korrie.” I closed the gap between us. “You bring that out in me. You make me want to die if I don’t make you mine.” Yeah, I really fucking said that and had no shame in it.
I watched her pulse beat rapidly beneath her ear as my words sank in. Something moved between us, something that had my skin tingling, my muscles tightening, and my cock throbbing incessantly.
“Bishop?” Her voice was low… needy.
She dragged her tongue along her bottom lip, and that's when I snapped. This primordial feeling broke inside me, one I didn’t even try to rein in or control.
I had my hands wrapped around her waist, my fingers digging into her skin. The low sound that left me had her eyes widening slightly. She lifted her hands and placed them on my shoulders, her nails biting into the flesh that was hard and hot, tight and almost painful under the material of my shirt.
Another rough noise spilled from deep within my throat, and I found myself sliding my hands over her hips, along the small of her back, and I curled the digits around the mounds of her denim-clad ass.
God. Fucking. God. Her ass is plump, round… perfection.
I slid my hands closer to the spot that had my cock throbbing. I closed my eyes and moaned. “I can feel the heat from your pussy, can tell you’re so fucking wet for me. Isn’t that right?”
She moaned her response and started to grind herself against my hands.
“Tell me, Korrie. Tell me you’re this wet all because of me. Only because of me.”
She was breathing harshly now, her mouth parting even more, her eyes wide as she stared up at me. I felt her nails dig even harder into my flesh. “God, Bishop,” she moaned and briefly closed her eyes. “I’ve never felt like this before, never been so aroused, and it’s only for you… because of you.”
“Korrie,” I grunted as pure lust slammed into me over and over again. And then without thinking any longer, because at that point all rational thought was gone, I pulled her right up against me and claimed her mouth. My hand curled possessively around her nape, keeping her right where I wanted.
I licked and sucked at her, drew her tongue into my mouth, then plunged mine back into hers. I was ravenous for her and started walking backward until I felt the couch hit the back of my legs. I let gravity take me down and growled again as I pulled her right on top of my lap.
She straddled me, her legs on either side of my waist, her mouth still latched on to mine. Her chest was only an inch from mine, her lush breasts pressing against my chest. I felt how hard her nipples were, and my cock jerked behind my zipper.
I broke the kiss, trailing my lips and tongue along her jaw and down to her neck. I gathered her curls in my hands and pulled the thick length up, piling it on her head so I had unobstructed access to her throat. She panted, moving against the rigid length that was pressed right to her sweet spot. Did she even realize she writhed on top of me? God, I never wanted her to stop.
“How far do you want to go with this, baby?” I was so mindless in my need.
“I never want it to stop,” she mewled and let her head fall back on her neck.
I pulled back and stared into her face. Her eyes were closed, her mouth parted, and she breathed erratically. She was right where I wanted her.
Ready.
Eager.
Primed.
And she said exactly what I wanted to hear, because there was no fucking way I could stop what was between us. This electricity, connection, and arousal were like a volcano, and I was so ready to blow and level anything that got in my way of having Korrie that it wasn’t even fucking funny.
10
Korrie
The way Bishop made me feel, the scent of him, his hands on me… had me mindless with need, craving so much I grew crazed from it.
Already there.
Here I was, allowing this night to just play out however it was going to, letting Bishop dictate how far he’d push, and I wanted him to push hard.
I’d made a quick call to my dad before we left Lyrics, making sure he was okay and telling him I might not be home until the morning—lying as a grown-ass woman that I was hanging with some girlfriends from work. But I felt no guilt that I was instead with Bishop, about to let him fuck me in any way he saw fit.