Page 22 of Branded By Bishop

He settles between my legs, pressing soft kisses to each thigh before draping my legs over his shoulders. I squirm a little, gripping handfuls of the comforter, both because he's staring at my pussy and because I think I'm going to explode into tiny pieces right here and now.

"You're the sweetest pink," he murmurs, splitting me open with two fingers. "Goddamn, that's my new favorite color."

"Bishop," I groan.

His breath blows hot across my clit, and then his tongue is there. Right fucking there. I cry out, my hips bucking against his mouth as another bolt of pleasure shoots through me.

"Oh, God."

"Fuck," he groans. "Hang on."

He doesn't even give me a chance to obey before he's on me, licking so deep, I feel him everywhere. He's messy, wild, eating me like he's never going to stop. I shout his name, bucking, writhing, trying like hell to hold on. Except I can't. He's a beast between my legs, fucking me with his tongue until I'm sobbing and choking on the taste of his name.

He brands me with it, thrusting it so deep, I think he's trying to steal my soul. And I think maybe he succeeds. Or maybe I just give it to him. I'm not even sure it matters which is true. All I know for sure is that it's his. Long before he splinters me apart with his lips around my clit, my soul is his.

I come hard, sobbing his name so loud, my neighbors probably hear me. He doesn't stop, not until I come apart again, soaking his face and begging for more or for a reprieve or for him to please get inside me.

When I come back to myself, I'm straddling his lap, his arms wrapped around me like he's never going to let me go. His face is wet, one hand wrapped up in my hair to hold me where he wants me.

"Beautiful," he breathes, kissing me hard and deep.

I taste myself on him and moan, rocking in his lap. His cock slides through my folds, bumping my clit.

"You ready for me, songbird?"

"Yes." I'm so ready I might die if he's not inside me in the next five seconds.

I think he knows it because he doesn't make me wait. Instead, he helps lift me, notching his cock at my entrance. "Sink down on me, baby," he murmurs. "Take me slow."

I try to obey. Really, I do. His cock is a fucking monster, and the only thing I've had inside me in a good long while has been my vibrator. But as soon as the head slips inside me, I get greedy. I want more. And I don't want to stop. I sink lower, and then lower.

"Easy, easy," he croons, trying to slow me down. "Take it easy, Callie. I don't want to hurt you."

"You aren't," I gasp, taking another inch and then another. "Bishop." I bury my face in his shoulder, choking on a whimper. "I feel you everywhere. It's so good. God, you feel so good."

He groans, his hands flexing against my hips. "You're killing me, Callie. You can't say shit like that when I'm trying not to fuck you hard enough to break you."

"Break me," I sob, clawing at his shoulders. "Please. Please."

"No, I—"

Hearing that denial on his lips makes me greedy. It makes me a little insane, too. So I turn my head ever so slightly and bite him again, just as hard as I did out on the porch.

And just like the first time, he roars. His hands clamp on my hips hard enough to bruise. He slams me down on him, all the way to the hilt.

"Bishop!" I scream, my inner muscles clamping around him. I'm so full, so fucking full. Oh, God. I thought I was ready. I was wrong. This is so much better than I expected. And he's so much bigger than I imagined. He's everywhere, splitting me in two in the best possible way. There is no pain, just intense pleasure, radiating all the way to my bones.

He roars again, like a wild animal slipping his chains. "Is this what you wanted, songbird?" he growls, lifting me up before he drops me again. "Is this how desperate you want me? Is this how wild you need me?"

"Yes," I sob, my nails scoring his back. "Yes!"

He tips me onto my back, following me down. His body covers me, his hips slamming into mine again.

I shout his name, babbling it over and over.

He doesn't stop. He just keeps fucking me, every hard thrust inching me up the bed. Every single one sends another wave of pleasure through me, until all I feel is him inside me, him on top of me, him everywhere.

I come once and then again, shattering apart around him so fiercely I can't move. I can't even breathe. All I can do is lay there and take it, every perfect inch.