And I’d done that.
“Never,” I breathed, squeezing my eyes shut. It was hardly an intrusion, and yet I already felt so full. And it was just the tip. How the fuck did people handle more?
“We’ll have to change that,” he said gruffly, pressing further before retreating. “But not tonight.”
“Why not?” I asked, turning and pouting. I didn’t know why I was complaining because there was no way I could handle it right now when I was already so sensitive, ready to detonate at the slightest touch.
“I don’t have the patience to be gentle anymore, killer,” he said, reaching into his boxers and pulling himself free. He lifted his gaze, meeting my own as he stroked up from the base. “I need you so fucking badly.”
“I need you, too,” I whispered. I didn’t want to think about everything we’d admitted tonight, the lines we’d crossed thatwe’d never be able to take back. It was terrifying, but I was sick and tired of running from what I wanted.
No matter how scared I was, it wasn’t enough to stop me from diving into the deep end with him.
Fuck it.
“Please, daddy. Fuck me.”
I saw the moment his restraint broke, felt the bruising grip that landed on my hip as he dragged the head of his cock through my soaked pussy. He knocked my hands away, spreading my cheeks himself. With each pass, he made sure to brush my oversensitive clit.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he said, watching my arousal coat his length. “Christ, sweetheart. You’re dripping down your thighs. I bet you are hurtin’, aren’t you?”
I nodded furiously. “Yes.”
“Bet you wish I would quit teasing you, huh? That I’d fill this perfect fucking cunt and fuck you like the little whore you are…” He trailed off, letting out a ragged exhale as he pressed the tip inside.
“Bishop—”
He smacked my ass. “Who owns this pussy, Lennox? Who’s gonna fuck you until you scream, gonna fill you up until you’re overflowing and marked as mine?”
“You!” I cried out at his words, twisting my hands in his sheets.
“That’s a good fucking girl,” he said, pressing down on the center of my back so that I couldn’t move. “And you’re gonna take it all, aren’t you?”
I didn’t have a chance to respond. I didn’t need to. He plunged forward in one hard thrust, stilling as our bodies connected. Bright lights danced behind my eyelids to the tune of his ragged breaths. God, how I wanted to see it. How I wanted to watch the way he came undone for me.
“Where’s your phone?” I asked.
“What?” he bit out, fingers digging into my skin. “Why the fuck do you need a phone when I’ve got my dick inside you?”
I ducked my head, second-guessing myself for only a moment. “I want to record us,” I mumbled into the sheets. Thank god it was so dark in here, or else there’d be no hiding the heat in my cheeks.
“You wanna make a sex tape?”
“For us, yeah,” I said. Honestly, I couldn’t believe what I was saying. I’d always been super careful about this kind of thing, especially with our family being prominent in the area and my career. The last thing any of us needed was a sex scandal, but I had always loved the idea of filming myself getting truly fucked. And I trusted Bishop more than anyone I’d ever been with. And while I hoped we’d have a lot more opportunities to do something like this, I also wanted something just in case it was the last time. “I mean, we don’t have to right now. We could talk about it some more?—”
I moaned as he slipped out, missing his touch instantly. For a moment, I thought he would tell me I’d gone too far and crossed a line, but the sound of feet padding against old hardwood faded, and I looked over my shoulder to see him walking back in with his phone in hand.
He glanced between me and the phone, raising a brow. “You really wanna do this, sweetheart?”
“If you do,” I said, forcing the shake from my voice.
Bishop nodded once, fingers moving across the screen as he pulled up the camera. “It’s too dark,” he muttered in frustration. “Gotta turn on a light.”
“Just use the flash.”
His brows furrowed. “I don’t know how to do that shit.”
“Give it here,” I said, holding out my hand. Bishop handed it over, and I turned it on, pressing record before returning it. Then I quickly flipped back on my stomach and wiggled my ass in a taunt. “Please fuck me, daddy.”
