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My chewing was harder, my knee jiggling at Olympic speeds, and my finger still tapped at the song that was now playing. “It’s a Vibe” by Ty Dolla Sign. Fuck. I shifted in my seat again, stretching my neck up but keeping my eyes closed and pulling my hoodie lower to cover my eyes. I let my head rest back, so I was facing the ceiling. My other hand came to my jean covered cock and I squeezed the bulge that was fighting to rip through my zipper.
“Ride my face, baby.” Madison started rubbing herself against my lips, her hands still bound to her back and her eyes still covered in the red silk blindfold. Her hair was up in a high messy bun with loose tresses falling around her face. Sweat covered every inch of her lean body, and her abs tensed as her thighs clenched around my face. She was close, I could feel it in the way her legs trembled and her pussy squeezed my tongue. I flicked it inside higher. My hand came to the back of her ass as I rubbed the nub of her from behind. I sucked and licked her like she was my favorite fucking dessert. And she was.
“Bishop!” she exhaled, her slow ride now turned harsh. Her pussy lips rubbed over my mouth and I pushed my finger inside of her ass. She tensed but carried on. “I’m goin’—I’m—” I pulled away and stopped.
“You’re what?” I growled from underneath her.
“Bishop! she screamed out in utter frustration.
“That’s right, you’re Bishop’s. You’re mine, Madison. Play any kind of shit like you did with Nate, and all these punishments will look like child’s play, are we clear, baby? ‘Cause make no mistake, I will fuck your shit up if you ever so much as bat those pretty little eyes in the direction of anyone that has a cock.” I slapped her ass loudly and she squealed out in shock. “Do we understand each other?”
She paused, her hips slowly grinding against air.
“Mad—”
“—yes! Fuck. We understand each other.”
“Now tell me what you want.” I slowly ran my hands up her thighs, my eyes burning with need as I watched her cum slide down the inside of her thigh.
“I want you to make me come.”
“Come where?” I grinned, even though she couldn’t see me.
“In your mouth,” she semi-snapped. There was my sassy little bitch. I squeezed her ass cheeks until it felt like jelly in my hands and pressed her pussy down onto my mouth. I feasted on her like a starved man, licking every inch, my mouth salivating as I took in more. She was made for me. Only not in a romantic way, in a way poison was made to kill a specific person. She was my goddamn anti-venom and I was the serpent that hunted. She was everything pure and I was everything bad.
A groan escaped from my lips slightly, my cock pulsed in my jeans. I need to get fucked, but since the only girl who I’d want to do the fucking with is not on board right now, I’d have to make do. Ripping the ear pods out of my ears, I shot out of my seat. Not looking at anyone else, I turned straight into the small confinement of the bathroom, flicked the lock down and looked down at my crotch. My cock was swollen and pressed against my jeans, throbbing to be sucked, fucked, or touched. Yanking down the zipper, I pulled out and slowly tugged. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as memories flashed through my brain. Madison.
The sheen of sweat that soaked her skin and dripped onto mine as she rode my dick. The head of my cock massaging her entry before slamming against her cervix. The little cry she would make as I hit the border. My pulling sped up and my breathing was heavy. Sweat tickled my temple. “I’m yours, Bishop. I always will be.” My balls tightened and my cock jerked as hot cum shot out of me and toward the toilet. My racing heart slowed to a deep throb and I quickly cleaned up, washed my hands and went back to my seat, feeling a lot less tense than I did a few minutes ago.
“B, you ok?” Hunter asked over his seat. They were all scattered everywhere, but I could see Nate was on the other side of Madison who was near Tillie, looking at the baby and chatting with her. So much had happened over the day that I couldn’t process it all with everyone near me. First thing’s first, I needed to text Madison’s dad.
“Yeah,” I answered Hunter, picking up my phone and putting the ear pods back in. I slipped that Weeknd song into “Madship’s” playlist, and then clicked on his new album. Opening up a new text, I quickly shot one to Joseph.
