Page 51 of Ravaged By Lust

He licks the side of my neck before he spins me around so that my face is up against the wall. His fingers quickly break through my wet panties and then he’s inside me. His finger performs a come hither movement inside my warm pussy and my body rises and falls with his command.

And I love it.

My hips lift, and I find my sex succumbing to his power. My pussy shifts in reaction to the man. Obliging. Bending into submission. Bishop presses his front into my back. I feel his stiff erection up against my thigh.

He wants me. He wants me so bad.

“Bishop…”

“Be quiet and let me fuck you, princess.”

I gulp as the rockstar drops my panties to my ankles. I’ve got no willpower to fight. No desire to even force him away.

I want him. I want him so bad.

I want to see what he does to me.

His manhood engulfs me from behind. My wet opening gives way and allows that thick wide shaft to enter.

Oh, I remember Bishop like this all too well…

This time, he’s even more in control of us. Even more willing to let his primal lust overtake and consume us both. He’s certainly not a boy anymore, and he demonstrates that with his deep, powerful thrusts inside me.

“You really should stop lying to yourself,” Bishop murmurs into my ear, breathy from the all the explosive energy he’s catapulting in my direction. “This is exactly what you’ve been after all this time, and you know it.”

I nod and bite my lip. “Yeah, it is…”

I can’t hide it any longer.

My cheeks flushing hot with desire, my face is violently pressed against the wall as Bishop has his way with me. His length is deep inside as his fingers continue to press. Between his thumb and index finger, he pinches my clit, making me squirm and yelp in exhilaration. He’s so tall behind me. So in control. His hand cups my ass and squeezes me, stiffening my body against his cock.

There’s a buzzing from deep inside me. Real-life physical pleasure mixed with a cavernous longing.

This is what I’ve been missing for so long. My body remembers this; how only Bishop can rock my core like this.

His rhythmic thrusting and teasing of my clit with his delicate guitar-playing hands brings me to the edge of a fiery orgasm.

“I’m going to finish,” he barks, grunting in such a deep way.

“Yes.”

My excitement builds as the rockstar thrusts even harder and faster.

“You want me. You need me, Chloe.”

“I do…”

“Say my name.”

“Bishop. Bishop. Bishop.”

“You so want me… want me… want me…”

Him saying that truth over and over as he orgasms inside me, his lust for me no longer concealable, drives me insane. My legs tremble as I, too, reach climax. Bishop grunts one last time as I tilt my head back and cry out.

“Bishop!”

Everything’s so hot. So high.