Chapter 6
Bishop closed the bedroom door behind us and turned on the lamp on the nightstand, casting a warm glow over the room. “Come here.”
I moved closer to him, and he pulled me close, his hands going to the zipper on the back of my dress.
He unzipped it slowly, his fingers brushing against my skin, and then the dress was falling to the plush carpet.
I was standing there in just my lace bra and panties, completely exposed, and I felt a moment of self-consciousness.
“Don’t be shy now,” he said, reading my expression. “You still beautiful.”
He reached behind me and unhooked my bra, letting it fall to the floor with the dress.
Then his hands were on my breasts, cupping them, his thumbs brushing over my hard nipples.
I gasped at the sensation, my body responding immediately.
Then his mouth was on my neck, kissing and sucking and making me moan.
His hands moved down my body, exploring every curve, and I felt my pussy getting wet all over again.
“Get on the bed and put that ass in the air,” he commanded, and I did what he said, climbing onto the bed.
Looking back, I bit my bottom lip as I watched him unbutton his shirt and pull it off.
His chest and arms were covered in tattoos, all muscle and ink, and I couldn’t stop staring.
When I noticed him moving closer to the bed afterward, I arched my back the way I knew would drive him crazy.
I heard him groan behind me, and then his hands were on my ass, squeezing, spreading me open.
“Goddamn,” he muttered, his voice rough. “You don’t even know how fine you are.”
Before I could respond, I felt his tongue on me. He slowly licked me from my clit all the way up to my ass, and I gasped into the pillow. “Bishop,” I moaned.
He buried his face in my pussy, eating me from the back hungrily. I loved every fucking second of it. His tongue pushed inside me, his hands gripping my ass to hold me in place, and I couldn’t do anything but take it.
“Goddamn. Yo’ pussy taste good as hell,” he groaned, pulling back just long enough to catch his breath before diving back in.
He was licking, sucking, and making these sounds like he couldn’t get enough, and I just knew my juices were dripping all over his face.
Then I felt him move higher, his tongue circling my ass, and I tensed up.
“Relax and enjoy this shit.” He spit on my ass, and I felt it slide down, warm and wet, and then his tongue was there again, licking and circling while two of his fingers pushed inside my pussy.
I’d never felt anything like this shit. It was nasty and intense, and I couldn’t stop moving my hips.
“That’s it,” he said, working his fingers deeper. “Just like that.”
His fingers were curling inside me, hitting that spot that made my legs shake, and his tongue was doing things to my ass that I didn’t even know were legal.
The combination was too much. I felt the pressure building, and my pussy was getting wetter and wetter, and then I was coming so hard I couldn’t breathe.
Liquid gushed out of me, soaking his hand and the sheets beneath us, and I was mortified. “Oh my God,” I gasped, trying to pull away. “I’m s-sorry, I didn’t mean…”
“Nah, don’t move.” He grabbed my hips and held me in place as he sloppily tongue kissed my dripping pussy. “Mmm. I love this shit.”
I squirmed and panted as I looked back to see Bishop standing up, stroking himself. My God, the look in his eyes turned me the hell on. Soon enough, he was positioning himself behind me, and I felt the head of his dick at my entrance. Then, he pushed inside me in one hard thrust.
“Fuck,” I cried out, my hands gripping the sheets. He was so fucking deep.
“Grown ass woman,” he groaned, pulling out and slamming back in. “Lemme see you be good and take all this dick again.”
The wet slapping sounds filled the room every time he thrust into me, and it was nasty and perfect.
He was gripping my hips so hard I knew I’d have bruises, and I didn’t care.
I wanted him to mark me and make me remember this night.
“Bishop,” I moaned, pushing back against him. “Oh God… shiiiitttt…”
“Hell yeah,” he groaned. “Fuck me back, beautiful.” He slapped my ass, and I screamed, the sound echoing. Quickening his pace, he pushed down on my back, forcing my ass higher. “You gon’ cum for me again?”
“Yesss,” I gasped. “It’s comiiinnngggg!” He groaned and started fucking me harder, his hips slamming against my ass with every thrust. His hands gripped my hair, holding me in place while he pounded into me. “Bishopppp!!! Fuuucckkk!!!”
“Do that shit. Let it go.”
I came so damn hard I couldn’t see straight, and this time it was even more intense. It gushed out of me like a waterfall, so much so that it pushed his dick right out of me, soaking the sheets and dripping down my thighs. “Oh, my God… oh, my God…” I moaned, breathlessly, heart beating wildly.
“Fuck, yes,” he said, and before I could even catch my breath, he was lowering himself down behind me.
“Look at all this shit.” His mouth was on my pussy immediately, licking and sucking like he’d been deprived of it for way too long.
His tongue was everywhere, lapping up everything I’d just released, circling my clit.
“Bishop, wait,” I gasped, trying to crawl away from him. It was too much. My pussy was so sensitive I could barely handle it. “I can’t…”
“Stop runnin’ from me,” he growled, his hands gripping my hips to hold me in place.
He buried his face deeper, his tongue working my clit relentlessly while his fingers pushed inside me.
I was trying to crawl up the bed to get away from the overwhelming pleasure, but he wasn’t letting me go anywhere.
“Bishoppp, pleaseeeeee…” I begged, but I didn’t even know what I was begging for anymore.
“Nah, I want you to cum again,” he laughed against my pussy, and then he was sucking my clit hard, his fingers curling inside me, and I was coming again, screaming into the pillow while my whole body shook in waves.
I collapsed onto the bed, completely spent, my legs trembling and my pussy still pulsing. I couldn’t move, think, or do anything but lie there and try to remember how to breathe. I heard him chuckle behind me and then I felt his wet lips on my ass, planting soft kisses across my skin.
“Mmm. Pussy too fuckin’ good,” Bishop praised as he assisted me in flipping over onto my back.
Then, he was on me immediately, pushing my legs toward my chest. “You flexible as fuck, huh?” We both groaned when he slid back inside, and I watched his head fall backward.
His hips started moving in a steady rhythm.
“Mmmm…” I closed my eyes, gripping the sheets. He leaned down and took one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking hard while he fucked me. I arched into him, my hands going to his back, nails digging into his skin. I was scratching him, leaving marks, and he was groaning into my neck.
“I’m sorry that nigga didn’t appreciate you, beautiful,” he whispered. “You deserve to be fucked good every mornin’ and every night.”
I was crying hard now, consumed by the pleasure and the emotions he was making me feel. The fitted sheet had come loose and was bunched up under us, but neither of us cared. The bed was shaking with every thrust, and I was holding onto him like he was the only thing keeping me grounded.
“I love yo’ body,” Bishop groaned, his hands running over my stretchmarked stomach, wide hips, and thunder thighs. “I love how soft you are and how you feel under me.”
“Bishop,” I gasped, my nails digging deeper into his back. I felt blood under my fingernails, but I couldn’t stop. “I’m gonna cum. Oh Godddd… wait…” I pushed at his abdomen, and he quickly pinned my hands above my head. “Fuuucckkk!”
“Mhm… squeeze my dick when you cummin’.” He grunted, reaching between us to rub my already sensitive clit.
“Shhhiiiitttt!!! Fuck!!!” My eyes widened as I came with a scream, my pussy clenching around his dick so hard I thought I might break it. “Oh… my… Godddd!!!”
“Fuck!” He hissed, his rhythm faltering, and then he pulled out abruptly, cumming all over my stomach while his body shook violently. I thought I was losing my mind when I heard him groan my name over and over. “Minnesa, fuck. Minnesa… Minnesa.”
Bishop collapsed onto the bed beside me, both of us breathing hard and covered in sweat. My head was spinning as I pressed a hand to my forehead. “That was… fucking crazy.”
He rolled onto his side and pulled me against him, his arm wrapping around my waist. “It definitely was,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.
Instantly, I felt my body go limp, and my eyes grow heavy.
The last thing I remembered was him pulling the blanket over us and whispering, “Get some sleep, beautiful.”