“Yes, sir!”
I drive into her, nudging her legs up and over my shoulder, coming up on my knees. “You’ve been such a good little slut for me. Now you’re gonna come while I’m deep inside.” I reach down and circle my thumb around her clit. The sight of our bodies joined together, her face sweating, her parted lips squeaking out my name. It all conspires to bring me close to exploding. Almost. Another climax takes her, and her pussy pulses around my cock.
“Good little dirty girl.”
“Yes, sir.”
Without another word, I flip her over for the finale.
Chapter Fourteen
Cherise
How did I end up on my knees, in the boss’s bed, with his fingers in my mouth?
My brain has turned to mush in the happiest of ways. The last couple of hours have been a blur from the second he showed up at the dress shop. A hazy, rosy, tingly blur of sweet and salty goodness.
Bishop’s wide, hard chest blankets my back, and the girth of him fills me completely. I never knew it could be like this. Then again, I never knew I’d have a sudden urge to be degraded in the bedroom. After ending my engagement, I felt free from the weight of a person who dragged me down with his opinions, his downplaying of my accomplishments, and his comments about the way I conducted myself.
Alone with Bishop, I discovered I had the urge to take all of those words back and make them work for me. Never in a million years would I have guessed it. And how lucky I am that he’s into it. That he’s into me. And over me and under me and inside me.
My hands grip the top edge of the mattress while I suck off my musky sweetness from his fingers. My muscles clamp down as his body tenses with every thrust.
At one time, I thought I was conscripted to solo orgasms for the rest of my life. I thought I was fine with that.
Today, I haven’t even eaten lunch yet, and I’ve come three times. Or is it four? I’ve lost count. And here comes another one, this one much more powerful than the last, building from the inside out with the stroke and position of Bishop’s deep, hard thrusts. How many times can I remind myself that I didn’t know it could be like this?
Once again, I feel his words vibrate against my ear, and it sends shivers down my spine. “I know you’re up in your head, my little sticky bun. Stay with me. When you come with me, just let go, and don’t worry about what happens.”
I don’t have time to think about what he means because my next climax blasts the doors off. He roars his release into me, pumping his seed, filling me up. At the same moment, I let loose with a shout. The peak of my pleasure hits me like a tidal wave. As I let go, his fingers in my mouth make me drool. And I don’t even care.
Oh. That’s what he meant.
How did he know? How is he so in tune? He’s a fucking god, and I’m just here to follow his lead. Happily.
Aftershocks have my knees giving up, but Bishop is still going. He’s coming still—or again—filling me up so full that I feel his seed dripping down the backs of my thighs.
Sensing my trembling legs, Bishop sweeps me onto my side, spooning behind me, amazingly still nestled inside my pussy while he finishes. His thrusts subside with one final pump, his one arm cradling my head and the other cinching me close at my hips. We’re both sweating and gasping for breath through kisses and caresses, neither of us ready to come down from the mountaintop.
“I’m never leaving this room,” I say. “You might have to fire me.”
Bishop laughs. “I’ll have to fire you anyway, so it doesn’t look like I’m playing favorites with the staff.”
“Then where will I make all your sticky buns?”
Bishop swings one long leg over me, pulling me in tighter and tracing a line of kisses over my neck and shoulder. “Let me explain the difference between sticky buns and cinnamon buns….”
Chapter Fifteen
Bishop
“So, Cherise kept the date. Just sw
itched grooms? Got it.” Those were the words of Cherise’s father, Bill, upon meeting me before the rehearsal dinner yesterday.
Her parents are lovely and understanding people, if a bit tired-seeming.
If any of the other guests are confused by the “Great Groom Swap,” as the bride’s four sisters have dubbed this quick engagement, today’s spectacle fixes it. Because nobody is looking at me.