“Fuckin’ brat,” he whispered, stepping up. I could feel him moving behind me, wondering if he was still messing with the camera or something else.
My eyes slid closed in relief as he slowly pushed into my aching center. “That’s right, killer. Get my dick wet.” He let out a low groan, taking his time as he continued to work inside of me. I wondered if he was having more fun than he let on. If this was a fantasy we’d both shared and had never experimented with.
“I can’t wait for you to see this,” he whispered as our bodies grew flush. “Your pussy is so goddamn needy, sweetheart. She’s practically sucking me in. Won’t let me go.”
Oh yeah. He was loving this just as much as I was.
The storm raging outside these four walls matched the one inside my chest. I was swept up in the moment, in Bishop’s touch, in the toe-curling way he began to move.
Within a matter of seconds, I felt his restraint slip.
He slid his hand from my waist to the middle of my back, pushing me into the mattress as the speed of his thrusts increased. As he slammed his hips into my ass, he stole all the breath from my lungs. “Oh my god,” I cried, scrunching the sheets in my fist.
“God has nothing to do with this,” he panted. “I’m the one making this tight cunt weep for me.”
He shifted, canting his hips downward and hitting that elusive spot most men couldn’t find. There was so much pressure building in my abdomen that I couldn’t hold back anymore. “Bishop, I’m gonna?—”
And then he was gone, tossing the phone down on the bed as he grabbed my hips and flipped me onto my back. Sweat dripped down his temple, but he didn’t move to wipe it away. Instead, he jerked his chin toward the phone. “Grab it and fucking watch.”
I scrambled for it, holding it with shaky hands. I knew if weever did end up watching this again, it would probably give us motion sickness, but I didn’t give a shit. Not as the light highlighted my wetness on his dick, and he gave it one long stroke before lining us back up.
With thinly veiled restraint, he took his time pushing back inside. Watching it through a small screen while knowing it was happening to me was a wild, out-of-body experience. And knowing we’d both been so close, and yet he was putting on this show for my benefit, was so goddamn hot.
“Did I say you could come yet?” he asked, brushing his thumb over my clit.
My response came out in a whimper because how was I supposed to control something like that when he continuously hit all the right spots. If I came, it was his fault.
But I knew this was part of the game, so I played along. “No, daddy.”
Bishop gritted his teeth, the muscles in his neck and arms bulging as he forced himself to go slow. He let out a frustrated growl before knocking the phone from my hand and leaning over to kiss me. I greedily savored every forceful flick of his tongue against my own, wanting to live in this moment forever.
“You’re lucky I can’t hold out anymore,” he panted. “You just feel too good, sweetheart. Too fucking good. Goddamn, I could live here forever. Could end the day with my cock lodged inside this tight little cunt, and start the morning with your pathetic little whimpers as I fuck you awake.”
Holy shit.
I blinked up at him as he pulled away, increasing the speed and pressure of his thrusts. Each one sent me higher, preparing my body to sail right off the edge without care or caution. I reached between our bodies, letting my fingers graze the top of my pussy. It wouldn’t take much, but I wanted to hold out as long as possible because it felt so good.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he cursed. “I need you to come, killer. I need?—”
I applied pressure to my clit, working it in quick strokes. It didn’t take long before my back arched, and ecstasy coursed through my body from head to toe. “Bishop!”
The thunder rolled, and lightning crashed as our orgasms peaked at the same time. I could feel his cock twitch inside of me, filling me just like he’d promised. Wetness seeped between us as he slowed his thrusts, burying his face in my neck as he cried out my name.
“Lennox, Lennox, Lennox…” My name had never sounded so reverential before. Like I was the most precious thing in the world.
The weight of his body on mine was comforting. He ran his hands up my arms, intertwining our fingers as I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking him in. Neither of us wanted to move, content to lie in the aftermath of what we’d just done.
I didn’t know how long we lay like that, tangled in one another’s embrace. It wasn’t until the sweat on our skin began to dry, and I let out a little shiver, that he shifted his body to stare down at me. He leaned in for a kiss, which I eagerly returned.
“So beautiful,” he murmured.
“You can’t even see me properly,” I pointed out. The light from the living room barely illuminated the space, and other than a random lightning strike here and there, it was mercifully dark.
“Don’t need to see you,” he said, pressing his lips against mine. “I just know.”
I didn’t know why that made my chest swell, but it did. Most of my confidence was just false bravado. Growing up as the baby to two older sisters meant I learned how to fake it until I made it pretty early on in life. It started as a way to stand out and get attention, but it turned into a coping mechanism as I got older.
“Most people only see me as a good time,” I murmured, breaking the silence. “And a lot of that is my own doing, but it doesn’t ever lessen the pain I felt, you know? Like, I was good enough to fuck, but not bring home to your momma.”
