Page 24 of Branded By Bishop

"What are you thinking about?" she asks, reaching up to trace her finger along the little lines beside my eye.

"You." I catch her finger, bringing it to my mouth to kiss it. "I'm thinking about how beautiful you look right now, and how perfect you feel against me." I meet her gaze. "I'm thinking about how much I don't want to leave this bed."

"So don't," she whispers, sitting up to straddle my thighs. "Stay right here tonight, Bishop."

I groan, tempted beyond belief. "That's not a good idea, songbird."

"Why not?" She leans forward, nipping at my throat. "Because I happen to think it's the second best idea I've had all day."

"If I stay, I'll fuck you again," I growl, trying to contain her when she nips at my throat again. "And you need a break, baby. I'm too fucking big to be all over you."

"Fuck that noise," she breathes before biting me. "I like you all over me."

I groan, my hands clamped tightly around her waist. My dick is so hard it's painful. But I need to be good. I need to—

She bites me again, grinding against my cock.

I flip her onto her back, pinning her beneath me with her ass in the air and one of my hands tangled in her hair.

"Bishop!" she moans, rocking back against me when I slide inside. "Yes!"

I fuck her hair, craning her head back to watch her face contort with pleasure. She sobs my name, trying to move with me, but I don't let her. I keep her pinned, make her take it.

We come together, shouting into the room.

Christ, it's good. It's too good.

"Please stay," she begs when I'm across the room an hour later, trying to ward her off with my pants between us like a fucking shield. "I promise I'll behave."

"Liar."

"Promise," she swears, holding up both of her hands like she's surrendering. "I just want to sleep with you."

"In clothes?"

"Naked."

Goddammit.

"I'm not fucking you again tonight, Callie."

Her lips twitch, her eyes on mine. "Are you trying to convince me or you? Because you don't sound very convinced, Bishop."

"You," I growl. "I'm telling you that it's not happening."

"Okay," she says.

I eye her suspiciously, not sure I believe that she's giving up that easily. She's already convinced me to fuck her again twice. I know she's sore. I need to be the responsible one here, and take care of her. I'm too fucking big to get inside her again.

I want to do it, though. So badly, I'm already crawling out of my skin for another taste of her. For one more clench of her cunt around my cock. For one more quiver.

Her gaze drags down my body, stopping at my cock. She moans softly, pressing her thighs together.

I growl a curse loud enough to shake the fucking windows, and then toss my pants aside. I'm across the room in two steps, lifting her off her feet.

We hit the bed at the same time, my lips already attached to hers. She sighs into my mouth, wrapping around me like the sweetest little treat.

Goddamn, I could die happy right here.