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)
“I don’t want this to end,” I say before I can trap the words in.
“It doesn’t have to. I won’t let it,” he says before kissing me.
The kiss deepens and I moan, wrapping my arms around his neck. He moves his lips to my jaw, working his way to my ear. I push my fingers into his silky hair that’s knotted on top of his head.
“I love you,” he breathes into my ear.
He looks down at me expectantly. I’ve yet to get the chance to tell him the words. We seem to always get interrupted before I can. Yet, this feels like the perfect moment.
“I love you too,” I say.
He crushes my lips with his as soon as the words are out. He snakes his hands beneath my tank top, dragging his fingers up my sides. I wrap my legs around his waist as I start to grind into him.
I need him and I want him more than ever. Before Bishop, I hadn’t had sex in a few years. I’ve always been cautious of how close I allowed the guys I dated. They had to be worthy and deserving.
Bishop has become that and so much more. I lift my arms over my head as he pulls my shirt up and off me. I sit up so he can unfasten my bra. He peels the fabric away and stares at me in awe.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says. “It was torture not making love to you on the bus.”
I cover my face and laugh. He refused to touch me on the bus because I’m a screamer. Although he slept beside me, holding me once we did go to bed.
“I’m all yours now,” I say, throwing my arms in the air and jiggling my breasts at him.
He grunts and dips his head to take my hardened peak into his mouth. I moan and clutch the sheets at my sides. His greedy mouth sucks so hard my back bows off the bed.
“You’re mine forever,” he says as he releases one breast to go for the other.
Reaching between us, he unfastens my jeans. He tears his mouth away long enough to peel my pants down my legs. I release the death grip my limbs have around his waist so he can get the fabric off.
As I lie beneath him in my panties, he looks down at me, still fully clothed. I want to see him bare. That sexy body should never be covered up.
“Take off your clothes,” I say as I look at him through my lashes.
“I will,” he says as he looks at me through hooded lids.
He moves down my body to capture the waistband of my panties with his teeth. I shiver as the breath from his nostrils fans my hip. His lip grazes my skin as he tugs the garment from my body, causing goose bumps in his wake.
Tossing the panties aside with his mouth. He dives back in until he’s face to face with my core. Still, he doesn’t go in for a touch the way I hope for him to.
“Look how wet you are for me,” he breathes against my weeping lips instead.
“I need you,” I pant.
He runs a thumb through my folds. “I can see that.”
“Bishop,” I beg.
“Hold on, baby. There’s no need to rush. I want to savor this. Everyone always wants to rush through the greatest pleasures in life. The anticipation, the time it takes to build the fire, that’s as important as getting to the finish line,” he murmurs.
I’m ready to explode already. When he starts to circle my clit with his thumb while singing up against it, I start to convulse. Not for the first time; it plays in my head that he owns my body.
No one else can do the simple things he does to drive me insane. He could tell me to pull his finger and I’m sure it would make me come.
“Yes,” I moan when he finally starts to lap at my center with his tongue.
“Mmm,” he hums as he settles in for his special brand of torture.
Twenty minutes. He’s down there wringing me out for twenty minutes. I know because I keep looking at the clock on the bedside table in astonishment.
His face is soaked when he finally lifts to pull his shirt over his head. The bulge in his pants looks like it might burst through any minute. However, he takes his time unfastening his jeans and peeling them down his legs.
I’m useless as I try to catch my breath. I can only stare at him with a goofy smile on my lips. My mouth waters when his thick, long length comes into view.
Hands down best dick I’ve ever had. I’d like a lifetime supply, please.
He grins as he strokes himself and watches me. I lift a lazy brow at him as he thumbs away the cum that drips from the tip. Lifting up on my elbows, I grasp his wrist and bring his finger to my mouth.