Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 86158 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86158 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
He moved back up my body and braced himself over me as he reached for the nightstand. While he grabbed a condom, I ran my hands over him. His shoulders were broad, and while he wasn’t built like a bodybuilder, his muscles were evident and defined. From what I’d seen, beyond the occasional run, Bishop didn’t work out. His strength came from daily hard work and it was sexy as hell. I traced the definition between his pectoral muscles with my fingertips and my fingernails lightly over his nipples, making him jerk. As he leaned back on his knees to tear open the condom, I had more room to explore and I did. His chest hair was soft against my palms and the skin of his stomach was smooth except for a narrow line of hair that started below his belly button. While he rolled the condom on, I distracted him by brushing my fingers over the pubic hair he’d trimmed short, reaching under his busy hands to cup his testicles in my hand.
“Fuck,” he grunted, his hips jerking forward involuntarily.
“You’re incredible,” I murmured. I’d thought that Bishop was handsome with his clothes on, but without them he was almost otherworldly. I’d never seen anyone as perfectly put together as he was.
“I’m supposed to be sayin’ that,” he said, pulling my hands away as he leaned back down.
“Feel free to worship me,” I joked just before his lips hit mine.
“Plannin’ on it,” he replied against my mouth.
There was no hesitation or awkward positioning as he wrapped his hand around the back of my knee and thrust inside.
I’d had a lot of sex. I liked it and I didn’t really see the need to hide that fact. I’d never felt any sense of shame about my sex life. I was always careful, but there wasn’t much that I wouldn’t try at least once, just to see if I was into it. But in all the crazy, raunchy, athletic ways I’d gotten down, nothing had ever felt as good as Bishop’s first thrust inside me.
I moaned so loud that Bishop let out a breathless laugh.
“Remember when I told you,” he said, nipping my earlobe as he pulled out and thrust back inside. “You’d scream first?”
I laughed and groaned again, my nails scoring down his back making him hiss in surprise.
“We’ll see,” I whispered back.
I flattened one leg against the bed, changing the angle and making us both gasp, then braced the opposite foot on the bed and shoved, rolling us over before he knew what I was up to.
“You wanna be on top?” he asked, grinning up at me. He crossed his arms behind his head and I took him in, his upper body stretched out before me like a feast.
I rolled my hips, grinding against him with each pass and I swear his eyes rolled back in his head, but I could see his jaw flexing as he held back any sound. It was only a matter of time. I reached up and slowly licked the fingertips of both hands, then brought them to my nipples and pinched.
His sharp inhale was music to my ears until one of his arms unfolded and his hand went between us, the tips of his fingers pressed against my thigh as his thumb found my clit.
I shuddered, and slammed down, taking him deep.
“Fuck,” he muttered as I did it again.
The competition between us completely lost my focus as my head fell back and my hands dropped to his chest.
“You’re too quiet,” he said, his voice gravelly.
I grunted a complaint as he lifted me off of him, but it only took a moment before my face was pressed into his damp pillow, my hips high in the air.
“Brace yourself,” he ordered quietly, gripping my hips.
I barely had time to reach for the headboard before he was slamming inside me again, using his hands to jerk me back as his hips thrust forward.
I tried to push myself up onto my arms but a gentle hand held me down flat, my back arched to an angle just short of uncomfortable.
“Feel free to make as much noise as you want,” he said, his other hand sliding and squeezing my ass cheeks as I got closer and closer to climax.
“You too,” I huffed, clenching around him as tight as I could.
Bishop gasped, his hand on my ass tightening.
The hand on my back disappeared and I shot upward, my hands scrabbling on the headboard as I pulled my body up.
I could feel his fingers between us as he continued to thrust and I gripped the headboard tighter. Then, without any warning or hesitation, a gentle finger slid into my ass and I went off like a fucking bomb.
I had no idea if I screamed or moaned or made any noise at all. What little attention I could muster was focused completely on the climax that hit with the force of a grenade, every muscle in my body tightening as it throbbed and roared through me.