Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 54888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
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.
CHAPTER 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.
I pushed everything else away that didn’t have to do with the here and now, and how easy that was with this big, strong man holding me close.
I straddled Bishop, my legs on either side of his muscular thighs, my denim-clad pussy obscenely pressed down on the massive length of his equally covered cock, and I didn't even care that I was grinding on him. I shamelessly rubbed myself back and forth, the pleasure so intense I couldn’t keep my eyes open, and even let my head fall back on my neck as I bared my throat to him.
I kept rubbing myself over him. Back and forth. Back and forth. I gasped, the seam of my jeans pressed right to my cleft, adding pressure to my clit.
“God,” I moaned and felt him tighten his hand in my hair. He lifted the heavy, thick mass atop my head and really went to work on kissing the side of my neck, licking the flesh at my throat. He was moaning as he lifted his hips up, adding more pressure when I rocked on him.
I had my hands on his shoulders, my nails digging into him as if I couldn’t control myself, like I was afraid he’d move and take this pleasure away from me.
No, I can’t stop this. I won’t. It feels too good.