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Ugh, I wish I could stay laying here in his arms forever. Unfortunately, my bladder is screaming at me.
Moving as slow as I can I try to sit up, but as soon as I move Bishops arms tighten around me, his eyes fly open and he pulls me to his chest instinctively as if he’s scared someone will try to take me from him.
His eyes scan the room and only when he realizes no one else is here does he relax. His gaze drops to my face and the look in his eyes is a mixture of possessive need, and hunger. It makes me shiver.
“Don’t worry I was only trying to go to the bathroom,” I mumble, “I wasn’t going to run away.” I hope my response soothes the anxiety I’m sure he’s feeling.
He loosens his grip but doesn’t let me go until after he presses a kiss to my forehead.
“Wouldn’t matter if you tried to run, Bambi.” He rasps just as I wiggle off his lap. A groan escapes from his throat and pleasure zings straight to my core at the sound.
“Why’s that?” I ask fluttering my eye lashes.
“Because you wouldn’t get far…I wouldn’t let you go. I told you that already. You’re mine…forever.”
“And you’re mine,” I reply walking back toward the bedroom. I use the bathroom, noticing then I’m still a little sore from the intense sex we shared earlier. It was far more than intense. It was more like a complete out of body experience.
And though I have nothing to compare it too I know it was great because the look in Bishops eyes confirmed it…
I felt my heart start to beat for two the moment he slipped inside me.
Washing my hands, I look over my reflection in the mirror. I still look very much the same, my blonde hair cascaded down my back, my eyes are a bright and my cheeks are full and pink. Everything is the same just with an added glow.
And strange enough I feel complete, most likely because I’ve finally found someone to love. More importantly someone who loves me back…someone worth marrying.
I skip from the bedroom and find Bishop in the same spot I left him. As I approach him my pussy starts to quiver.
Fuck. I want to climb him like a tree. I want to ride him until he comes inside me.
“Are you sore, Bambi, or do you think your pretty pussy can handle a nice slow fucking.”
I nibble on my bottom lip, “I’m sore…but I still want you.”
I wonder if he can tell how badly I want him, how much he turns me on. My arousal dribbles down my thighs, and it’s as if my body knows what’s going to happen next. A slow grin pulls at Bishops lips, and a burning need coats my insides as I get closer to him. He looks like an animal ready to pounce on its prey, but even as I stand right in front of him, he remains seated, his hands fisted at his sides as he awaits my next move.
I can see the thick outline of his cock inside his shorts, and the need to pleasure him with my mouth as he pleasured me clings to my insides. Without even thinking I drop down to my knees in front of him.
“Fuck, you want to suck my big fat cock?”
I lick my lips and nod my head. “Yes…yes please,” I respond innocently. My pussy throbs as I move my hands to the waistband of his shorts. My hands shake nervously, and I hope that I can make this good for him.
“It’s so beautiful to see you on your knees, Bambi, to see you so eager to suck my cock.” His words give me the courage to keep going and slowly with his help of course I peel the shorts down his legs. His hardened cock springs free and remains standing as if it’s waiting for my pussy to own it.
“I’ve never…” I keep my eyes on his swollen member.
“Just take your time…you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Bambi.” Bishops voice softens and I move my eyes away from his cock and up to his eyes. In those deep green depths, I see hunger and adoration swirl together.
He wants me to suck his cock, but he won’t pressure me to do it and that only makes me want to do it more. I want to please him…I need to please him.
“I want to though. Will you…guide me?”
Bishop tips his head back and I can see the tightness in his jaw and for a moment I worry I may have angered him, but then he looks back down at me and all I see is a possessive need reflecting back at me.
He’s not angry, he wants me, he wants me so badly it’s probably hurting him, and for some reason that excites me more.
