Chapter 5
Whatever little bit of sense I had left disappeared the second Bishop’s mouth found mine again.
He kissed me harder this time, and before I could catch my breath, his hands were on my thighs.
As if my size didn’t bother him, he lifted me onto the counter effortlessly, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. My dress rode up as his rough, warm hands settled against my bare thighs.
“Fuck,” he muttered against my mouth. “You feel so good.” I didn’t have words.
I just pulled him closer, kissing him like I was drowning and he was the surface.
His hands slid higher, pulling down my red tights.
Soon, his fingers were brushing against the edge of my panties.
“Tell me what you want me to do,” he commanded, pulling back just enough to look at me. “I need to hear you say that shit.”
“I want you to suck this pussy,” I told him, and my voice was shaky. I couldn’t believe the words just spilled from my lips like that.
He smiled and sucked on my bottom lip. “That’s what I was hopin’ you wanted.
” His fingers slid under the edge of my panties, and I gasped when he touched me.
It had been over two years since I’d been touched and my pussy was leaking.
“Damn,” he groaned, shaking his head. “Yo’ pussy can’t be this wet right now. ”
“She is,” I panted, and I didn’t care how desperate I sounded.
He pulled my panties to the side and slid one finger inside me, and I moaned so loud it echoed in the kitchen. He added another finger, moving them in and out slowly, and I felt like I was going to lose my mind. “Look at you,” he said, his voice low and full of approval. “Fuckin’ beautiful.”
Bishop pulled his fingers out, licking them as he dropped to his knees in front of me.
My God, this man was fine as hell, and the sight of him looking up at me with lust-filled eyes made my whole body tremble.
He pulled my tights and panties off completely and spread my legs wider, and then his mouth was on my pussy.
I cried out, my hands going to his head, gripping his braids.
His tongue was everywhere, licking and sucking and doing things that made me see stars.
He wasn’t gentle or tentative. He ate my pussy like he was starving and couldn’t get enough.
I felt myself getting wetter with every stroke of his tongue.
“Oh my God,” I moaned, my head falling back against the counters. “Bishop, oh my God.”
“Mmm,” he groaned against me, the vibration making me gasp, and then he slid two fingers back inside me while his tongue focused on my clit.
The combination was mindblowing. I felt the orgasm building, my whole body tensing, and then I was coming so hard I couldn’t breathe.
“That’s it,” he said, his voice muffled against me. “Don’t be shy. Let it go.”
“Fuuccckkkk!” I came hard, my thighs shaking, my hands gripping his head so hard it probably hurt. He kept licking, sucking, and fingering me through it until I was gasping and pushing at his head because it was too much. “Stop, stop, stop…”
Bishop pulled back finally, his beard wet with my juices. He stood up and kissed me, and I could taste myself on his tongue. “You got that grown woman pussy for real,” he said against my mouth. “I could suck on you all fuckin’ night.”
“I want…” I panted, feeling delirious. “I want all of you.”
“Yeah?” His lips found my neck, sucking ever so gently as his hand caressed my trembling thighs. “You want this dick now?”
I nodded, and he slowly pulled away from me, keeping intense eye contact as he unbuckled his belt. When his jeans and boxer briefs hit the floor, so did my mouth. His dick was big; thick, long, and already hard, and I felt a moment of nervousness mixed with anticipation. “Um… I…”
He chuckled, reading my expression. “I’m sure you can handle this dick.” He pulled me to the edge of the counter and positioned himself between my legs. I felt the head of his dick pressing against me, and then he was pushing inside, slow and steady, giving me time to adjust.
“Fuck,” I breathed, my hands gripping his shoulders.
“You can take it,” he coached, his voice strained.
“You doin’ good. Just a lil’ more.” He pushed in deeper, and I felt myself stretching around him.
It was almost too much, but it was also exactly what I needed.
When he was finally all the way inside, we both groaned.
“You ain’t been fucked good in a lil’ minute, huh?
” Bishop questioned, his forehead resting against mine. “Pussy tight as hell. Goddamn.”
“It’s been over two… two years.” He started moving, letting me get used to the feeling.
But then I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him deeper, and he took that as permission to go harder.
He started drilling my pussy, hips snapping.
“Yessss,” I moaned, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Oh, Godddd! Damn!”
He fucked me so good right there on the kitchen counter, his hands gripping my hips, his dick hitting spots inside me that I didn’t even know existed.
My pussy was making noises I would’ve normally been ashamed of.
I was moaning so loud and holding onto this man for dear life, but I didn’t care.
All I cared about was the way he felt inside me and the way he was looking at me like I really was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
“Just like I assumed,” he murmured, sucking and nibbling on my neck. “I knew you could take all this dick. Squeeze my shit.”
His words pushed me closer to the edge. I felt another orgasm building, stronger than the first as I clenched my pussy muscles. “Make me cum. Ohhhh… shiiitttt…” I squeezed my eyes tightly, holding onto him for dear life. “Pleaseeeee…”
“I gotchu, beautiful.” His pace quickened, and I cried out, body shaking as he kissed me deeply.
My whole body shook as I came again. “Mhm. You feel so fuckin’ good,” Bishop groaned and kept fucking me through it.
Then, he pulled out, stroking his big, beautiful dick as he came on my thighs. “Oooh, fuck… fuck.”
Both of us were breathing hard, staring at each other for a few moments. Then, he grabbed a few paper towels, wet them, and cleaned me up gently. My legs felt like jello, and his touch was surprisingly tender after how rough he’d just been.
“You good?” he asked, looking at me.
“I’m… great,” I said with a light chuckle, and I meant it. I felt better than I had in years.
He smiled and kissed me again, softer this time, before stepping away.
I watched him grab his boxer briefs from the floor and, for some reason, seeing him getting dressed made my stomach drop a little.
I knew what this was supposed to be, and I definitely wasn’t expecting anything from him, but I wasn’t ready for it to end yet either.
“Do you… have to leave?” I asked, crossing my legs. He stopped and looked over at me, teeth pulling on his bottom lip. I hesitated for a second and pushed my hair from my face. “I mean… I just…”
A slow smile spread across his face as he moved closer to situate himself between my legs. “You don’t want a nigga to leave yet?”
I wrapped my arms around his neck and replied, “Maybe I don’t. Is that a problem for you?” He kissed my lips, and I moaned, closing my eyes. “Mmm… God…”
“Ain’t no problem I can’t solve.” The look in his eyes told me the night was far from over.
He helped me down from the counter, and I barely recognized myself as I grabbed his hand, leading him through the living room and up the stairs to the bedroom. My heart was racing, and my body was still humming from what we’d just done, but all I could think about was what was coming next.