Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 88225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“What’s life without a little fun?” I purr.
“I’ll show you some fun.”
Bishop
I crawl down her body, nuzzling her robe open with my face and planting kisses against her smooth skin. Her tight, wet pussy takes my fingers with ease as her juices soak my digits.
I lick my lips, ready to taste her already. It killed me to massage her supple body without taking her earlier. It wasn’t about me. I wanted to give her pleasure.
To be honest, I hadn’t planned on fucking her this soon. It’s that sexy-ass look she gives me. I don’t know how to resist it. Not to mention, I’ve wanted to suck on her lips and spend hours doing so since waking up this morning.
“Bishop,” she moans as I settle on my belly like a sniper.
She smells so good. Pulling my fingers from her body, I stick them into my mouth. It’s a fight not to hum against her flavor bursting on my tongue, so I don’t bother to try.
“Mm, baby. You taste like you were made for me.”
She looks down her body with a smile on her lips. The desire dancing in her eyes makes the music start to play in my head, but I’m not about to leave her here to get it out. Instead, I dive into her sweet pussy.
Saga begins to writhe beneath me and call my name. I smile into her heat and hum the tone in my head as I eat her up. Slipping my fingers into her tight kitty—as she calls it—I strum her inner walls like I’m playing my guitar.
When I look up, I find her squeezing her breasts. It’s such a beautiful sight; I think I’m going to poke through the mattress just from watching her. I was already hard. But I know I need to be inside of her soon, if not right now.
“Bishop,” she screams as she comes.
With a satisfied grin, I crawl back up her body and take her lips, her juices dripping down my chin and all. Saga kisses me back feverishly. We’re both hungry for each other.
I only break the kiss to peel her panties down her legs, tossing them over my shoulder once I get them off. She sits up and tugs at my T-shirt, but I take over and tug it over my head for her. She shrugs out of her robe while I release my belt and open my jeans.
“Babe, please, I need you already,” she breathes.
My pants forgotten, I reach for her throat and hover over her lips. Flicking out my tongue, I lick her plush mouth, then nip at her lower lip, tugging it. She moans and reaches to pull me to her.
“How bad do you need me?” I say against her lips.
“So bad I can’t breathe.”
I take her lips in a bruising kiss, shoving my tongue into her mouth. My pants still around my hips, I shove into her waiting wet folds. We groan into each other’s mouths as I thrust into her. Her walls squeeze tightly around me, making it impossible not to groan and embarrass myself.
“So fucking good,” I breathe into the kiss. “How have I lived without knowing this feeling?”
“God, how am I surprised by how big you are every time? I love the reminder each time you enter me for the first stroke.”
She slips her hands beneath my jeans to palm my ass. As she claws at my cheeks, I begin to thrust in and out. I pound into her while balancing on my toes and kissing her hard.
It doesn’t take long for me to realize I’m not going to get to the rest of the things I have planned for our date. This is where I want to be for the rest of the day and most of the night.
I’m addicted to this pussy and totally in love with Saga. This is it for me. I’d give my life for this woman.
CHAPTER 19
Falling
Bishop
“I wish I could have been there,” Saga says.
Her laughter rings out through the room as I tell her old stories of the band and past tours. I love her laugh. Man, I love everything about her. I’ve come so close to telling her all night.
Yesterday was awesome. Our date turned out better than I thought. Today has been just as great as we got to know each other more.
I close my eyes and bask in her warmth as I sit on the floor between her legs. She’s sitting behind me on the couch in our suite. Saga has her hands in my hair, massaging my scalp as we talk.
This is heaven. It feels so good. I can’t help longing to have this in my life permanently.
“That so reminds me of something me and my brother and sister would do,” she says through her laughter.
“Tell me something,” I murmur.
“What’s up?”