Page 81 of Ravaged By Lust

Bishop is unfazed. “Let me make it up to you now.”

His thumb presses down around the rim of my panties, making me gasp.

I’ve never been this wet before in my entire damn life.

Bishop leans down and kisses my collarbone. He swiftly travels down to my breasts. His tongue swirls around my erect left nipple before he pinches it between his teeth. My hands fly up to ruffle through his hair. It’s completely involuntary. Bishop doesn’t seem to mind. He relishes my lust for him, raising his head to grin at me.

That grin I can’t resist…

“Let me have you,” he whispers. “Finally…”

And then his mouth is traveling further down. All the way past my wetness, down to my inner thigh. He bites at my skin like he wants to eat me. My back arches and my eyes close.

His fingers trace the outline of my lips. The sensitivity is overwhelming.

He’s teasing me so bad.

“You want me to do this?” he asks.

“Please, Bishop. Do it.”

I’ve never begged for oral in my life, but right now I’ll get down on my knees if it meant Bishop would put himself inside me. I’m burning for him.

Bishop’s tongue slides up my sex. He can’t stop now. That’ll be a crime.

My legs wrap around his head as if to trap him there. I can’t help myself. Bishop continues to lightly graze the edges of my pussy, playing me like one of his goddamn instruments.

With a growl from him, one of his arms reaches out and pushes my hips down, freeing himself from between my legs. The very tip of his tongue finally makes contact with my swelling clit and I let out a cry of desperation.

I need him inside me right now.

Stars glow around me as the rockstar pampers my clit with the expert flickers of his tongue, driving me berserk.

The sheer severity of the pleasure I’m experiencing is too much for any one woman to handle. I find myself clawing for him. My body stiffening. My eyes rolling back.

And then it comes.

Waves of delight that wash over me. A climax like no other.

Bishop’s done this. Bishop’s made me feel like this.

A daze creeps over me as I cry out his name.

“Bishop…”

But the man’s not done yet.

I hear a rustling of a condom packet as he rips it apart with a ferociousness of an untamed animal. His pants are down. His cock is out. He’s impossibly large. He’s thick. Veiny. Wide and steely.

“You’ve grown up since the last time I saw you naked,” I whisper.

Bishop laughs at that. He pulls off his shirt, revealing his sweaty torso underneath. Those glistening, rippling muscles. There’s no loss with him taking off that shirt. He was practically bursting out of it, anyway.

I catch a glimpse of us in the mirror. Bishop in all his naked glory, standing over me with his erect member like a spear threatening me. I’m all creamy white, lying down. Basking in my sluttiness.

“I’ve been dreaming of this for a long fucking time,” Bishop snarls as he climbs on top of me.

“So have I,” I breathlessly rasp. “You wouldn’t believe the dreams I’ve had…”