Bayou Bishops Box Set: Books 1-12

CHAPTER 7

Beth spun from the soap cabinet, hearing the door shut. Then lock. Oh God.

She trembled from the anticipation. They hadn’t had sex in over a week and it seemed he grew more feral with her every day. She thought it was a good thing that his fierce anger aroused her out of her mind, knowing that at the bottom of all of it was an absolute inferno of love and lust for her.

He appeared in the doorway. Those eyes.

She watched him undress, her pulse hammering when his chest and tattoo”s appeared. She didn’t move, she only watched, crippled by the need for what he was about to do to her.

“You fucking know what’s coming, baby?”

Her moan escaped as she nodded.

“Why aren’t you fucking naked?”

Even though she’d rehearsed that moment, she had to look down to even see what she had on and the sexiest way to get it off. She still had the odd fear of doing something that would ruin the mood, like getting stuck in her clothes or stumbling out of them.

But the wrap around red dress was perfectly easy and she’d no doubt planned that when selecting it. She pulled the one string that untied it then faced the counter, letting it fall then bracing for the angry lust coming from not wearing panties or bra.

She gasped at the harsh French now close behind her. “You fucking naughty wife,” he whispered, slowly sliding his finger between her ass cheeks.

His pace was threatening as his other hand grazed her waist, then side, moving softly over her breast. His palm slid over her nipple, back and forth as his finger delved farther between her ass. She sucked in her breath when he stepped closer and brought his hot cock pushing against her hip. “What is this?” he murmured around unsteady breaths. “Why is your pussy so fucking wet, baby?”

“You,” she gasped.

He gave a low groan, his finger sliding back up between her ass cheeks, then over her spine, clear up to her head. “And what is this, my naughty wife?”

He captured her bun in a hard fist and yanked her head back, bringing a desperate “Bishop!” around her non-stop gasps.

“Yeah?” He rolled her nipple between his thumb and finger, his mouth hot on her ear. “What do you want?”

“Your cock,” she gushed.

“Where do you fucking want it?”

“My pussy,” she croaked, her eyes closed in rapture.

“How do you fucking want it?” He moved his hand from her breasts to her pussy, sliding his fingers between her folds while his other finger stroked right on her ass.

“I want it deep and so hard,” she begged, trembling harder.

He stroked her that way for several seconds, his breaths unsteady around his groans. “And what will I get?” he asked, moving back up, grazing her nipples before capturing her neck. “What will my Belle Eveque give me?” His grip loosened and caressed her jaw, tracing her parted lips with his wet fingers, pushing his middle one her mouth with a harsh groan. She sucked and moaned at how nasty he was being.

“Bend the fuck over,” he ordered, his breath hot on her face.

She leaned herself onto the counter, pressing her face into the warm wood as he slid his cock over her entrance. He spoke more angry French with the head in her, grabbing her hips with careful, hard fingers.

“How long have you been thinking of this moment?” he asked, barely rocking in her entrance.

“Oh God, Bishop,” she panted, dizzy with need. “Please. Fuck me, fuck me so hard.”

He jerked her onto his cock, bringing her first scream, then gasps and moans. Buried to the hilt, he pulled her body against his by her throat, grabbing the front of her pussy hard, holding her nearly off the floor. “Like this baby?” His hot words hit her ear as he bucked his hips, pounding his cock deep and fast as she reached back and held on to his head.

She screamed out her “Yes, yes, yes!”

“Fucking pussy,” he said, smashing his palm against her clit, fingers pressing into her body around his cock. “All over my fucking cock,” he shuddered in her ear.

“Bishop! Bishop! Oh my God!”

“Come on my motherfucking cock!” he seethed, his body turning rock hard against her back with his orgasm. He bucked with feral grunts, pressing his mouth on her neck and raking his teeth. His forearm hit her chest as he locked a hand on her shoulder, thrusting deep and hard with feral growls. The room spun and the counter pressed into her front again with his heaving body on hers, finally still.

“Motherfucking angel,” he whispered, winded and astonished. Mercy, nothing had ever felt so good. “Are you okay?” he gushed out, telling her he’d lost his mind at some point. It was her favorite thing but she dared not say it and risk his wrath.

“Perfect,” she answered on a gasp. “A little squashed.”

He lifted off her, pulling her up with him, his arms wrapping around her chest while his cock remained buried. He spent the next minute making love to her neck and face with his opened mouthed kisses. She closed her eyes, feeling and loving every bit of it while stroking his face. She loved feeling the open and close of his jaw when he kissed, it was like living in two point of views, feeling what he did and feeling him do it.

“Ma doux bebe.”

She smiled as he caressed both breasts in his hands. “That’s a new one.”

“Mmmm, this means, mysweetbaby,” he translated, his hand moving lower, making her heart lurch at the hint of a part two. He paused over her tummy when it rumbled.

“When has my Angel eaten last?” he asked, his suspicion making her laugh.

“Like…two hours ago,” she said, moving off his cock, only to have his hands bite on her hips and jerk her back. She gasped at the explosion of pleasure it gave.

“Nobody said to move yet.”

“Yes sir,” she whispered, beyond ready for another round and not caring about tomorrow’s pain. Or next week”s. He reached up and pulled a pin from her bun. Then another. With each fall of hair his cock thickened. That it turned him on made her feel so beautiful. He loved her hair down and she needed to selfishly use that to her advantage. And his.

His hard arm wrapped her hips, forcing her tight against him while he softly stroked her loose hair, working his fingers under at the nape of her neck. Murmuring French accompanied the slide of his fingers along her scalp. As he slowly closed his fingers in her hair, she dug her nails into his neck and held the counter tight.

“This is what you fucking do to me,” he charged, fingers tight in her hair, forcing her face to his. “And you love it, don’t you?” He bucked into her again. “You fucking know every look and word is for this right here,” he swore at her mouth, his breaths blasting out in grunts. “Your fucking cunt is mine, you’re fucking mine.”

She was at the screaming point again. “Bishop!”

“My Angel likes this wicked fucking cock?”

“Yes!”

“Yeah?” he shuddered, bucking even faster.

“God, yes! Yes!”

“I like making you take my cock like this in your fucking sweet pussy. I fucking crave to bang the fuck out of this soft silk.”

His other hand was back on her pussy, wiggling his fingers over her clit so hard and fast. It brought such a fierce orgasm, sending her into orbit with blinding pleasure as his thrusts turned into full body jolts till her mind spun. She was in another universe that belonged to only Bishop, forever and always.

The ride back down brought reality gradually floating in, his heavy breaths and ragged moans her favorite. And the sweaty limbs. What a beautiful way to work out. Or wreck a body.

“Monster part two,” he gushed, then groaned, sounding unhappy.

“I swear, Bishop,” she warned. “Don’t you dare ruin the best time of my life with your bullshit.”

His laugh gushed out on her neck as he eased her off the ride, then turned her, wrapping her in his arms. “If it was summer, we’d be sweating buckets right now.”

Out of the blue, she remembered he’d fucked Katrina in that same room at one time. She gave a throaty laugh, not wanting him to know she ever thought of stuff like that, knowing how much it would piss him off since he couldn’t change his past. Their sex cleansed it all, she remembered, bringing a soft moan as she found his mouth and kissed him. “I love you,” she whispered. “So much.”

He devoured her mouth, growling and moving back.

“What?”

“I want to fuck again, that’s what. There’s something seriously fucked up with my sex drive. Wonder if Ma-Ma is secretly slipping some of her baby-making ju-ju into my food and drinks.” He eyed her, stroking her face. “Or maybe you are?”

She smiled big. “I would never do that particular thing without your permission.” But seeing how much he liked the idea sent flutters in her tummy.

“What particular thing would you do without my permission?”

“Anything else, probably,” she said with a shrug.

“Regarding your sex drive, I mean.” He angled suspicious eyes at her. “And you know I like this.”

She laughed, nodding. “I do.”

“What about babies?” He lifted her onto the counter, getting right in her face.

“What about babies?” she wondered softly, smiling at the way he nipped at her mouth.

“You know what about babies.”

“I do know you want a lot of them.”

“I’d settle for one that looks exactly like my Angel.”

“And I’d settle for one that looks exactly like my Angel.”

“Oh, we”re at two babies,” he said, making her laugh. “And if I want one that looks exactly like both of us put together, that’s three.”

“I don’t mind having babies with you,” she said, stroking his naked body with her inner thighs while biting back the words, if I can.

He pulled back and regarded her. “When?”

She took in a big breath and let it out, angling her gaze at him. “That is the question, isn’t it?”

“It’s always the question, Ma Petite.”

Ma Petite. She missed that name. “I’ll be stuck at home for sure if I get pregnant,” she reasoned out loud. “Which is fine by you.”

“I’m also fine if you and the mini-you spend every day in my office.”

She laughed at that. “So you can make more babies?”

He gave a one shoulder shrug. “I can use a condom.”

“Ew!” she cried, slapping him. “Leave that stuff up to me. If I wanted a rubber coated dick, I’d use a dildo.” She busted out laughing at the lusty look hardening his handsome face. “You’re so nasty,” she accused, her grin huge.

“I know you have one. Do you use it?”

Her eyes widened. “No! I don’t need it!”

“Does it vibrate?”

“I…pfft, I don’t remember!”

“I want you to find it and get it ready. I intend to watch you use it.”

He looked between her legs. “Watch you fuck your succulent pussy with it while I fuck your naught mouth and spank your fucking ass till you’re biting me.”

“Sahvrin,” she whispered when he gave her a nasty kiss, remembering where he was going in the next hour. “I’m scared.”

He pulled back, looking at her. “What’s wrong?”

She closed her eyes as he whispered soft kisses along her face. “Please be careful. Everything is so perfect and…I want it to stay that way.”

He was back to staring at her then stroked his fingers along her face. “Ma Petite. You are speaking to a man who obsesses over every detail for this exact reason. You don’t think I feel that darkness wanting in to steal everything? Trust me, I do.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, stroking his face. “You’re right. I’m supposed to be the one that gives you hope and faith.”

“No, no, no, no,” he barely murmured at her mouth, petting her with both hands now. “Ma Petite Belle Eveque forgets her place. I am the one who faces the darkness and you are supposed to hide behind me while I do.”

She smiled, holding his hands on her face. “Thank you for reminding me.”

“I will have my secretary set daily remembers for you.”

She laughed. “I am your secretary.”

“Oh yes,” he smiled. “And the Hordes Angel of love. And sex. I have negative five minutes but I want a full report on how that is going. Text it to me.” He kissed her.

“I will. I have a lot to update you on.” She kissed him back, running her fingers in his hair.

“Mmm. I can’t wait.”

“Your phone is buzzing again.”

“Make me leave,” he begged, pressing his forehead to hers.

“I do need to pee,” she whispered, getting him to shove off and look for his clothes.

She eyed him. “Mmm, I need a calendar of you. Naked,” she whispered as she dreamily found her own dress and slipped into it. His eyes locked on her tits as she closed the wrap over them with a smile. “You want one of me?”

His gaze rose to hers, boiling. “I should spank you just for asking that stupid question.”

She giggled, so happy as she tied the dress and fixed it straight.

“And go put some fucking panties on,” he ordered, making her grin.

She opened a drawer and pulled them out, waving the red silk at him. “I always had them. I’m the Belle Eveque, not swamp skank.”

The quirked brow he gave made her laugh real big. “Maybe just a little skanky for my Bishop.”

“Not skanky enough,” he assured.

This felt like news to her and she tucked it away in her mental drawer of Naughties for Bishop.

“Whatever it is you’re thinking,” he muttered, zipping his jeans. “I fucking like it.”