His head tilts to the side as his hand rolls beneath my chin, his thumb sliding between my lips. “Aw, baby. We know.”
I’m about to ask where he is when I feel his damp tongue touch the inside of my thigh. My back arches when he drags it up over my clit before making his way down over my entrance. With both hands squeezing each ass cheek, he leans up and flicks me gently. I reach for his hair between my thighs and he pulls back, sliding out from under me and grabbing my hips to slam me back against him. Running his palm down the center of my back slowly, he hits the curve of my tailbone.
“Gonna make it hurt a little.”
I flip my hair over one shoulder and grind my ass into him. “Okay, but if you break it, you gotta buy it.”
He grabs me by my hips and turns me around until I fall onto my back in a fit of laughter.
He lowers his full body weight down, moving the stray hair off my face. “I already fucking own you.” Lowering his lips to mine, he sucks my tongue into his mouth as he slowly sinks himself inside until his girth stretches me to accommodate him.
“Bishop,” I whisper, but he catches my moan when he deepens the kiss and slowly rocks into me. The lighting is wilted, with nothing but burning city streets blazing through the window.
I raise my hips to meet him as our kiss remains frantic, but soft. Gentle. Bishop doesn’t always do gentle sex, so this is something different. My stomach rolls into a ball of live wire, sparking each time we touch.
He finally breaks our kiss and lowers his forehead down onto mine, searching my eyes as our bodies slap together with sweat. With every stroke in and every drag out, I feel the familiar tingle spreading from my clit, all the way over my lower belly.
Bishop kisses me again, his hand coming to my throat. He groans deeply and I see fucking stars when he lowers his face into the side of my neck and bites down on the flesh between my collarbone and shoulder. “Changed my mind. Kind of wanna worship you right now.”
His hips pick up pace as he hardens every thrust until I’m getting fucked literally up the bed.
Wrapping my hair around his fist, he leans up to look right into my eyes, his nose barely touching mine, all while never missing a single thrust.
“Let go, Madison. Give me all of you.”
My lip catches between my teeth, but he kisses me instead, and all at once the pent-up energy and clenched muscles release around him. My thighs turn numb, my lips quivering as my orgasm rolls through me so violently that my body jerks, and tears prick the corners of my eyes.
He smirks down at me as I’m still catching my breath. Reaching up to his dark brown hair, I run my fingers through the sweaty strands, rolling my lips beneath my teeth to stop my smile.
“That was nice.”
“Yeah?” he asks, and when his dimple pops out on his cheek, I know it’s not over.
Rolling onto his back, I straddle him and push up from his hard chest with a slight sigh. “I’m tired now.”
“Tired?” his fingers trail over my lower belly until his thumb is pressing on my clit. He licks his bottom lip, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. “Mmmm, don’t know that word.”
My hair hits my tailbone when his other hand comes to my breast and a lazy moan slips from my mouth. “Okay, maybe you’re right.”
I begin rolling my hips over him slowly, feeling that familiar heat build from between my thighs and spread like venom all over my body. Bishop pulls me back down until my lips are back on his and one hand is tight in my hair while the other on my ass.
“Fuck.” His animalistic grunts vibrate over my sweat laden flesh and I almost pass out from the intoxication of power it gives me. “Ride me harder, not faster.”
I smirk against his mouth before sucking on his bottom lip. Keeping the same rhythm, same pace while pushing my hips further into him until I feel his dick twitch against me. “Like that?”
“Faster…” he pants, and I swear it’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.
“But I though—”
His hand is on the front of my throat, squeezing tight enough to cut off my oxygen. “Baby…”
Leaning over, I ride him faster, pulling out just enough until the head of his cock crowns my entrance before slamming back down onto him. Covering him like a glove. Hard and fast. That familiar heat is back, spreading like wildfire through my veins with no escape plan.
“Bishop…”
The slapping of our bodies becomes more desperate, more brutal, as his grip on my hair tightens and his other hand lands on my ass with a loud slap! As soon as the sting vibrates over my muscles and to my inner thighs, it’s enough to tip me over the edge. I sink into the crook of his neck with weak whimpers leaving my mouth as his dick jerks inside, both of our releases dripping out and down the inside of my thighs.