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)
Bishop grunted every time he was balls-deep in me. The pleasure was never ending. He growled before thrusting several more times, his mouth parted, his muscles bulging with his power.
He braced his hands on either side of my head, his forearms straight, then swung his hips back and forth. “You’re mine. All. Fucking. Mine, Korrie.” He stared at my face, showing me how serious he was as he moved in and out of me, sliding into my body, stretching me. The pleasure and pain combined as one, bringing me over the edge. “Come for me again,” he whispered.
I came hard around him, my pussy tugging at his cock, my inner muscles milking him.
“Yes!” I shouted, not caring if I sounded like a damn banshee. “All yours, Bishop.”
He growled in approval at my words.
I felt him start to thrust into me harder, faster, his breath sawing in and out of his lungs. He was close. I wanted him to go over the edge right along with me, to take me under again and again.
He moved his hand between us, found my clit, and rubbed the little sensitive bundle back and forth.
“One more, baby. Just give me one more so I can follow you over.”
I didn’t think I had a fourth orgasm in me, but at that first touch of his fingers, as he rubbed and teased my clit, I came again, screaming out this time as I held on to him. And then he slammed into me, burying all that dick into my body, filling me up. I swore I felt his cock jerk, thicken even more. I swore I felt the heat of his seed as it filled me.
And the roar of completion that came out of him was nearly my undoing all over again. He leaned down and claimed my mouth, kissing me like he was starved. He had a hand cupped against the side of my face, holding me still as he made me take his kiss, as he made me take his orgasm.
And I loved all of it.
After long seconds he broke away, both of us covered in sweat, breathing out, and a sated sensation surrounding us. He pulled out of me with a grimace and laid down beside me. He was only on his back for a second before he turned to his side and gathered me in his arms, burying his face in my hair and trying to catch his breath.
“You’re everything I ever imagined, everything I never knew I needed, Korrie.”
I sighed in contentment and felt his arms tighten around me.
“I feel the same, Bishop,” I whispered, feeling his arms go even harder around me as if he was afraid I’d leave.
Never.
“You don’t even know how that feels to hear you say it,” he murmured against the crown of my head. “You’ll never know how much I… crave you.” He gave a big, shuddering sigh. “But I want to spend the rest of my life showing you.”
I closed my eyes and smiled, feeling his fingers skate up and down my side. “I want that, Bishop. I want to see where this goes with us.” I want more.
“I’m never letting you go, Korrie. God help me, but I can never let you go.”
CHAPTER 13
Korrie
It was the sound of my phone buzzing on the nightstand that roused me. I cracked my eyes open and blinked a few times. The curtains were partially pulled, and although I could see the lights from the city, the night sky was still in place. I didn't know what time it was, but I felt groggy from sleep, sore from Bishop, and had a smile on my face.
I grabbed my phone and saw the time. The sun would be rising soon, and before confusion on who would be calling me this early set in, I stared at the name and number that flashed on the screen.
Sharon 8A.
At first I wasn't sure why our neighbor, Sharon, called me, let alone numerous times. There were two Sharons on the same floor with us, 8A being our actual neighbor and a saint in all senses of the word; then there was Sharon from 3B, emphasis on the B.
Not only did Sharon bust her ass as a night nurse at the nursing home a few blocks from us, but she was also happy to answer all kinds of medical questions I had. Added to that, she also found time to bake my father chocolate chip cookies—his favorite—once a week.
To say she was an angel was an understatement.
I sat up and unlocked my phone, seeing several missed calls as well as texts from her. My heart started beating as I scanned the messages from her, my brows pulled down low as panic settled in.
Korrie, this is Sharon. Call me as soon as you can.
I felt my brows knit in confusion, but then sheer panic settled in.