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)
By the time I had come back into some kind of coherency, Bishop was no longer inside me. He was gently unpeeling my fingers from the headboard and carefully helping me straighten my body until I was prone on the bed, his hands sweeping gently over my skin as he kissed me, first the cheeks of my ass, then the backs of my thighs, the base of my spine and further up my back, until he finished, sweeping my hair to the side so he could press a lingering kiss to the back of my neck.
“Gonna go take care of this,” he said softly, pulling the sheet and then the quilt over me before leaving the room.
If I’d had any doubts about how Bishop would completely upend my life, they were gone now. As he crawled back into bed beside me, laughing at the fact that I hadn’t moved a single inch, I knew nothing would ever be the same.
Because I could not imagine wanting to ever have sex again with anyone but Beauregard Augustus Bishop. He’d ruined me.
Chapter 8
Bishop
Long after Charlie had fallen asleep, I laid next to her, running my fingers through her long blonde hair. I’d known that we’d be good together—our chemistry was off the fucking charts and it had only been a matter of time before we ended up in bed—but I hadn’t realized how phenomenal it would be. I’d had fantastic sex before, plenty of times. If you got the right two people together, who were into the same things and had that spark, it usually turned out pretty fucking well—but sex with Charlie had been different. Fun. Intense. Goddamn mind-blowing.
I wasn’t sure if it was because of the fact that I genuinely liked her, or that we were both hell bent on making it good for each other, or the fact that I hadn’t been with anyone in a while—hell, maybe it was a mixture of all three. Whatever the magic potion had been, it had worked in a big way.
Luckily for our housemates, neither of us had screamed, but it had been a close thing. When she’d come and her pussy had clamped down on my dick, there was a moment when I thought I was having a goddamn heart attack. I’d immediately followed her down the rabbit hole, stopping it had been impossible at that point.
“I feel like I’ve been ridden hard and put away wet,” Charlie grumbled, rolling onto her back. “Oh, wait.”
“That’s pretty accurate,” I said, leaning up on my elbow to look at her.
The temptation to touch her was too strong to ignore. Sliding my hand under the bedding I found her hip and lightly brushed my fingers over the skin there as she arched slightly.
“More?” I asked quietly, pressing my hand between her thighs as she turned her head to look at me.
“I’m wrung out,” she replied hoarsely, even as she spread her legs.
“Poor thing,” I murmured, kissing her shoulder as I slid my fingers over her, brushing against her clit as I moved downward. I slid first one, and then a second finger inside her easily, enjoying the way her eyes seemed to glaze over.
I brought her to orgasm lazily, enjoying the way her skin slickened and her body tightened ever so slightly every time I thrust my fingers inside her. When she finally came, it was with a small whimper, her eyes on mine.
Her nostrils flared as I cleaned off my fingers with my mouth.
“I don’t think I could take another orgasm,” she said ruefully. “But I’d be willing to try.”
I laughed and kissed her, nipping her bottom lip as I pulled away.
“You warmed up now?” I asked jokingly.
“Understatement of the year,” she replied with a snort. “I hate being cold.”
“Yeah?” I said innocently. “Wouldn’t have guessed it.”
“You’re lucky I didn’t maim you earlier,” she said, lifting her hand out of the bedding to point at me. “I was this close.”
“Honey,” I said, smiling. “You could’ve tried.”
“Pfft,” she replied. “You wouldn’t have even seen it coming.”
“At the time, I had a hard time seein’ anythin’ else,” I muttered dryly. “The image of you stompin’ into the shower bare assed naked is burned into my memory.”
“Well,” she said, pulling her arm back. “You’re welcome.”
“Where are my manners?” I asked, rolling so that I was half on top of her. “Thank you, Charlotte, for that magnificent display of skin.”
“And thank you, Mr. Bishop,” she said, grinning. “For the two orgasms.”
“Three,” I corrected.
“Whatever,” she said, rolling her eyes. She leaned up and gave me a quick peck on the lips. “Three, then.”
I fought the urge to stop her as she rolled away and climbed out of bed, wrapping a towel around herself.
“Where you goin’?”
“I’m sticky,” she said with a laugh. “I’m going to clean up and then I’m going to crash.”