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)
For a moment all I did was stare at her, basking in how beautiful she was, how lucky I was to have her with me, so receptive, so greedy for what I gave her.
I’m never letting you go. Not tomorrow, not ever.
You're mine, Korrie.
CHAPTER 12
Korrie
Ishould have been embarrassed that not only had I orgasmed riding Bishop’s jean-clad cock, but then I climaxed once more against his wicked tongue.
When he pulled away, my pussy gave little aftershocks of pleasure, my inner muscles clenching for something more substantial. My clit tingled, my body temporarily satiated. I knew I wouldn’t be fully satisfied until he was tunneling all those hard inches into me.
I thought back to when he’d gotten rid of the clothes, when I'd first gotten a glimpse of his body totally naked. The shadows in the room only accented and played off his hard muscles, casting definition to the hard ridges, the dips and curves of how very masculine he was.
Broad shoulders. Wide, hard chest. Six-pack of rolling abs. And then there was his cock. It was thick and long, the head flared and slightly wider than the shaft. I caught a glimpse of the dot of pre-cum that had formed at the crown, and surprisingly my mouth had watered.
I was pulled back to the present when I felt Bishop smooth his hands up and down my inner thighs, his touch soft. I knew my eyes were wide as I stared at him, shocked and amazed at how good he made me feel. Twice.
God, I was so wet. I wanted nothing more than to feel his powerful body over mine, pressing me into the mattress as he pistoned in and out of me.
He grated out, “I want to go slow, need to pace and control myself.”
I was shaking my head. Screw that. “I want it exactly how you want to give it to me, Bishop.” I was too far gone to care about him being gentle, in making slow, soft love to me. Arousal pounded through my bloodstream too fiercely to try to tame what was happening between us.
“Take me, Bishop. Claim me.”
Make me yours.
This low, almost aggressively sexy sound left him, and before I knew what was happening, he had his cock in his hand, rose above me, and placed the thick crown at my entrance. While he stared into my eyes, he started to thrust into me, slow and easy, pushing through any kind of resistance and owning me like I’d never been claimed before.
A low moan left me, and I closed my eyes.
“Relax,” he said through gritted teeth. “Open up for me.” He slid into my body, my arousal making that massive, thick length sink in with ease despite him being so large. “Oh fuck.” He closed his eyes, his muscles contracting. “Jesus, Korrie. You’re so tight and wet.”
The air left me when he sank the last couple of inches into me and his balls rested flush with my body. For a moment he didn't move, and I knew it was because he was giving me a moment to adjust to his size and penetration.
I sucked in a lungful of air when he pulled out, the tip still lodged inside. He pushed back in slowly, the discomfort from not being used to something so big a little startling. But the pleasure far outweighed any pain.
He retreated and plunged back in. In and out. Back and forth.
“Yeah,” he groaned. “I knew you’d be like this, better than even my fucking fantasies.”
He started fucking me then, hard, fast, making me take all of his dick until I felt tears fill the corners of my eyes and I was sliding up the bed. He had a hand on my waist and the other on my shoulder as he plowed into me.
In and out.
In and out.
I was lost in sensation, sweat starting to coat my body, my legs wrapped around his waist as I held on. He fucked me. Made love to me.
Consumed me.
He was crazed in his movements, pounding into my body like he owned it.
Because he does.
I tightened my pussy around his pounding cock involuntarily, and I hissed out, “Yes.” I started pushing back against him, trying to make him go deeper, twisting my hips slightly, pressing my pussy down on him every time he thrust back into me.
He shifted his arm so it was now curled around my back, his fingers tunneled into my hair, holding the strands, still keeping me in place as he fucked me. Bishop leaned back, and I watched, mesmerized, as he looked between our bodies, watching himself plow into me. His gaze was heavy-lidded as his cock disappeared into me. Sweat glistened on his hard, defined body, and I craved to lick it all off, wanting it covering me. I’d never felt this kind of desire before, never even imagined it could be like this.