Page 43 of The Gathering
He helped her straddle his body, guiding her pretty ass to his hips and pulling her back against him. He drew his knees up and placed her legs on either side of them then opened wide.
“Oh Bishop,” she gasped at the position, her hand between their legs, pressing the length of his cock against her pussy.
“Play with those fucking tits,” he ordered, palming her inner thighs then holding his cock against her.
“Bishop,” she moaned, flicking her hips, fingers squeezing her full breasts.
“Use your right hand to finger your pussy,” he whispered at her ear. “Let me fucking hear how wet I’ve made you.”
She didn’t waste a second, sinking her sweet fingers into her slick heat, hips flicking as she fucked it. “It’s so wet.”
“Let me fucking taste,” he breathed, opening his legs wider as she brought her wet fingers to his mouth.
He grabbed her hand and sucked, his lust hard and thick with his groan.
“Oh God,” she whimpered, sliding her fingers along the tips of his canines, bringing a hungry growl in his chest. “I need it,” she panted as he lowered her hand back between her legs.
“Do it again,” he ordered, his breaths unsteady. “Fuck it deep for me.”
He held his cock against her again, feeling her tiny hand jabbing while covering her hand with his other one, helping her go deeper. “I want to fuck you,” she pled, her need battering his self-control.
“I want you to do as you’re told,” he shuddered at her ear. “Use your other hand on the head of my dick.”
Her immediate obedience drew his seethe with the roll of his hips.
“Fuck, angel,” he strained, pulling her fingers back to his mouth and sucking her pussy off with a thick moan. “Ride my fucking cock,” he ordered, winded and out of his fucking mind.
He helped her up and moved her into position, her knees straddling his hips. He held his cock tall for her, shoving the pillow under his head. “Don’t be sweet about it baby,” he ordered. “Fuck my cock like it needs to be fucked, like Iwantit fucked.”
“Bishop!”
She positioned him at her entrance and pumped.
“Yeah baby, suck the head with your pussy just like that.” He moved onto his elbows, watching her fuck the tip of his dick. He flicked his hips and her head fell back with a gasp. “Squeeze those fucking tits while you fuck me.”
Her hot gaze came forward, locking on him as she rolled her fat nipples in her fingers, pleasure straining her face as she focused on burning him alive with those tiny thrusts.
“Rub your clit,” he growled, eyes locked on the head moving in and out of her. “Make itsofuckinghot.” He held her hips, digging hungrily into her flesh. “Fuck, I love my angel.”
She sank all the way down, gasping, “Bishop!” while rubbing her fucking clit. “Oh Bishop!”
“Yeah, that did it for you, baby?” It fucking did it for him. He helped her pounce the head, his mouth opening with the urge to fuckingbiteas she shuddered through the intense orgasm.
The second she came up for air, she blasted, “Fuck me!”
The command obliterated the blockade he’d put around her persuasion. Pure lust overrode every power he possessed and likefuckwas he about to challenge it.
He swapped their positions and held her hips off the bed, locking his gaze on her tits. He gave himself to the obsession and fucked her with a cruel precision.
The tug of war between them began. Slow and fast or soft and hard. He voted slow and soft and his Petite’s greedy hunger voted the opposite. He held a thread-sized lead but only because she was still being a submissive fucking angel. When she was done playing nice, she’d yank him into the fire with a single word. But until that happened, he’d use every ounce of his quantum architecting to forge a literalfuckingleash she couldn’t chew out of.
Ten strokes of that burning madness and Bishop joined her, leaving only Saint Sahvrin at the helm of responsibility. He growled as every critical reason began to collapse—her well-being, his child’s health, his soul. He was at the sake of the fucking world when he fell. Cock and fangs slamming, shrieks piercing his soul, pleasure, pain, and terror exploding his cells. The power devoured them and Bishop bowed to its diabolical will.
And Saint Sahvrin swore toneverforgive him for it.
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Beth didn’t bother trying to stop it. There was no holding back the estrogen barreling through her body.
