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I grab her around the waist to support her bent over position and I move my one foot around and kick away the stool.
Her hands come up on the bar top and I take one leg and bring it up horizontally, laying it across the top of the bar making her legs into an L-shape, with one straight up and down with her foot touching the floor, and her other completely spread out wide.
I put my hand on her ass cheek which is elevated, feeling that globe, rubbing it, and feel my need to be inside her take over.
With my other hand I grab her by the hip to steady her and I move forward, my cock finding her hole and I slowly take another step forward, entering her as I do.
“Oh fuck. This angle is unreal,” she says as I hear her breath hitch as my hand comes off her ass and then back down hard, giving her a firm slap which causes her to cry out.
“Again.”
And I don’t make her wait.
Then my hand slides up her side as I move my hips in rhythm entering her and pulling back.
When my hand gets high enough along her side I slide it around her front, right in-between her tits feeling the sweat in-between her mounds before I grab a hold of the one nearest to me and carefully tweak her nipple knowing how sensitive it must be right now based on its length and firmness.
And my firmness is so hard I swear if I came up on my tip toes I’d lift her entire body up with me.
But there’s no lifting here, just in and out as my speed picks up.
I grab her hair and give it a firm tug back.
“Uhhh. Bishop!” she yells and her echo through the house has me at the precipice.
“Come on my cock, baby. Give me everything you’ve got, Pumpkin,” I say.
And right on command her walls lock onto me, giving my dick a death grip that swears to never let go as we both let go of every thought in the world as our bodies let go of our gifts for each other.
My torso spasms forward once…then twice…and finally a third time before I bend over with my forearm on the counter next to her trying to catch my breath.
“Oh my god, that was incredible,” she says.
I reach my hand around and scoop up her thigh from underneath, carefully pulling it back and putting her foot back down on the floor.
My dick still buried deep and I can feel the tightness in this position, with her legs together and me behind her, my cock completely vertical.
“You finished that intensely and you’re still hard?” she asks.
“When am I not hard for you?”
She smiles and suddenly the kitchen timer dings.
I carefully back my cock out of her and hear the sound of a vacuum emptying, the air escaping her.
“A perfect fit as always,” I say.
I watch her globes giggle as she moves toward the oven and turns a switch and then does something with the kitchen timer.
“It’s done?”
“That was just the first fifteen minutes at four twenty-five. Now it needs another thirty-five to forty minutes at three fifty.”
“You’re saying we’ve got another thirty minutes?”
“Maybe more,” she says with a wink.
“Where’d that whip cream go?”
Chapter Twenty-Four
November 2nd(the morning after)
Bishop
Ding dong!
I strain to get out three more reps at three hundred fifteen pounds on the bench press in my home gym in my garage.
I exhale hard and get up off the bench looking at the clock.
It’s eight o’clock exactly. Whoever this is is acting like this is some sort of appointment.
But I’m not expecting anyone and I don’t like the idea of someone coming to our house uninvited and ringing our doorbell and possibly waking up the woman who will be my wife as soon as this semester is over and we can have a proper wedding.
I make my way to the front door and when I’m only a few steps away the damn bell rings again.
Whoever this person is better have a good excuse for their actions, because this is complete b.s.
“What in the f…”
My chest is still heaving from that last set and I’m covered in sweat.
Not to mention I’m completely shirtless, have no shoes on, and all this weightlifting has my testosterone running wild.
If he came here looking for a fight this time I’ll give it to him.
“Do you have a minute?” he asks.
I don’t say anything. I just stand there staring at him. He’s already wasting any time I’m going to give him so he better get going before this door goes back to being closed.
“I didn’t come here looking for a fight.”
I resist the urge to rub his face in the fact that that’s a damn good decision.
