I want so bad to feel her skin against mine, to plunge inside her and feel her heat around me. The wait is delicious torture.
“Get that finger nice and wet for me, then put it in my mouth.”
She obeys, her swollen lips parted. Leaning over her, I suck on her sweet, sticky finger while she caresses my chest with her other hand, the light touch making my aching cock twitch inside my jeans. Popping her fingers out of my mouth, I kiss her deeply, sloppily, then whisper filthy words close to her ear. “I can’t stand not being inside you a second longer, Cherise. I’m gonna rip those pretty panties off and make a mess with you, my little sticky bun. That all right?”
She whimpers out a yes. With a loud grunt and a tug, the white lace tears at the seams, and the undies are history. And then it’s time.
Shucking off the remainder of my clothes, my throbbing rod knows what’s coming. It feels like it grows another three inches when I nestle myself between her legs. “Cherise,” I say, lubing myself in her sweet juices. “Do I need protection?”
She whispers, “I’m on birth control.”
I kiss her mouth while I tease her pussy lips with my wet, aching length. “Once we’re married, I want you to stop taking it. I want to fill you up and give you everything, and I want all of that as soon as possible. Can you handle that?”
She nods, blinking up at me with her long lashes.
She’s so sweet it hurts that I’m not inside her yet. Clasping her wrists together above her head with one hand, I slowly guide my tip into her heat.
I can hardly believe this is happening to me. For the rest of our lives, I’m never letting this woman out of my sight if I can help it. She’s made all my dreams come true, brought happiness and sunshine into my soul. And now I’m honored and humbled to help her make all her dreams come true, whatever they may be.
Slowly, I inch deeper inside of her heat, but she’s so tight I don’t get very far.
“Fuck. I don’t know…I don’t know if I’ll fit, Cherise.”
She breathes into my ear. “Keep going.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
Then she says something that catches me off guard. “It’s okay. It’s just that…it’s been years since…oh god, never mind all that. Just call me a slut.”
“What?” This is unexpected.
I rear back and look into her eyes. She smiles. “You said you were the boss of me in the bedroom. So be the boss. Tell me I’m a slut. This will work, I promise.”
A wicked smile creeps across my face. “Oh yeah? Does my little slut get wet when I call her that name?”
Her eyes flash as I feel her squirt. I push in deeper. “It’s true. Your pussy is a slut for me. Real wet and slutty.”
Cherise’s eyes roll back into her head, and I gently thrust, sliding all the way to the hilt. “Oh my god. Say it again, Bishop.”
I pull back and thrust back in, punctuating my words. “Dirty. Naughty. Good little slut.”
I had no idea she liked that. How could I? We’ve been unable to stop touching each other since she told me she broke up with what’s-his-name, which was only hours ago. I’m surprised at how much I like using that word.
She arcs into me when I pull back and pause my movements, her pussy chasing the sensations. “Bishop, please.”
“I can’t hear you, dirty girl. You want me to keep going?”
Her hands scramble in the sheets for purchase. “Yes, please!”
“I need my dirty slut to scratch my chest first.”
Whimpering and writhing, she digs her nails into my chest, and I slide back into her sweet cunt, little by little.
“I want you to feel every ridge; I want my slut to know whose cock owns that pussy.”
“Yes!”
“Yes, what?”