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Bishop slips his tongue inside my mouth, a wave of tingly nerves blooming deep in my core. I follow his lead, stroking my tongue against his as he grinds his hard body against mine. I’m shaking with anticipation, nerves, and a near-debilitating need for more, more, more.
We break apart momentarily, and Bishop nips at the sensitive skin of my neck, licking the sting away and sealing it with a kiss. Tilting my head back, I look up into his deep blue eyes, seeing a desire so bright and hot it should scare me away. Instead, it heats me up from the inside out, making me bold in my desperation for more.
I loop my arms around his neck, my fingers combing through his short, dark hair. Pulling him down, I initiate the kiss this time, breathing him in and melting against him. Bishop growls into my mouth, dropping his hands from the wall to cup my ass. He helps me grind against his hard cock, creating just enough friction to drive me insane. It’s not enough. I need more.
Whimpering into his mouth, I cling to him, molding myself against his body, trying to climb this beast of a man. He growls again and lifts me up with two hands on my thighs, using his body to press me against the door as he rubs his thickness against my core. I let out a moan, tipping my head back as I shamelessly squeeze my thighs around his hips and grind my pulsing, dripping pussy against him.
“Jesus,” he grunts into the side of my neck before kissing me there. “I can feel your heat.”
All I can do is whimper as he takes my mouth once more in a searing kiss. The next thing I know, I’m being carried and placed on a hard surface. Breaking the kiss, I look around and realize I’m sitting on a desk. Bishop steps between my legs and nuzzles into my neck, his hands gripping my hips and anchoring me in place.
Bishop breathes against my mouth, his thumb pulling my chin down. He fills my mouth with his breath once, twice, then a slow, rolling lick of his tongue. A shudder wracks his body, and he grabs my knees, spreading them wide and jerking me to the edge of the desk.
“Your lips are so fucking sweet, baby girl,” he murmurs before diving back in.
Oh god.Baby girl. I like that. I like it way too much.
Bishop trails his hands up my thighs, pushing my dress up higher and higher. I whimper into his mouth, then gasp when his thumbs brush against my lacy panties.
“M-more,” I stutter out, unable to hide the desperate tone in my shaky voice.
“So wet for me,” Bishop grunts. His lips brush against the shell of my ear, making me shiver. Even just that light, teasing touch makes me ache for so much more. “Can I touch you, beautiful? Can I make you come?”
I nod my head and wiggle my hips, trying to get him right where I’m hurting the most. “Please,” I whisper, fisting his shirt.
Bishop doesn’t waste a single second. He presses his thumb against my panty-covered pussy, rubbing my clit in light, teasing circles. The lacy fabric scrapes against my sensitive bundle of nerves, making me jerk forward and press my face against the side of his neck. Bishop grunts in approval then slips his hand under the waistband and touches me for real.
I bury my face deeper into his neck, muffling the loud moan that escapes my lips. His fingers slide through my soaking wet folds, stroking me up and down but never quite touching me where I need him the most. I tilt my hips, seeking relief, but Bishop just chuckles darkly.
“You need something from me?”
“Mmhm,” is about all I can say at the moment.
“Need me to take the pain away?”
“Y-yes, sir,” I moan.
“Love when you call me that,” he grits out. “Need me to make you come?”
“Please, sir,” I whisper, loving the way his eyes darken.
I gasp and fall forward into his chest as he rubs the rough pad of his finger over my clit. Bishop grunts in approval before crashing his lips down on mine. I immediately open up for him, letting him take control. I’m at his mercy, completely surrendered to the pleasure only he can bring.
When his thick finger circles my pulsing entrance, I cry out, the jagged, broken sound echoing around the tiny room. I feel myself tense and release, more of my arousal dripping out of me and coating his hand.
“God, Harlow. So responsive,” he whispers, more to himself than to me.
I have no idea what I’m doing, but my body does, some primal instinct taking over as lust trickles through every vein, every cell, hitting me deep in my core. Releasing my hold on him, I lean back, setting my hands down on the desk behind me. I open my legs wider and tip my head back, letting him do whatever he wants to me.
He growls, the savage sound rattling my bones and making me impossibly wetter for him. Bishop leans over me, biting down on my exposed neck as his finger thrusts into me, stretching me wide open.
“How are you so damn tight?” he groans.
I don’t have a voice, let alone an answer for him. Bishop slowly slides in and out of me while grinding the heel of his hand against my clit. I arch my back, shoving myself down on his finger, silently begging for more. Bishop gladly obliges. He shoves two fingers inside me, curling them up and stroking some incredibly sensitive spot over and over.
“Oh God,” I whimper. “Bishop…”
“That’s it, Harlow. I feel you. I feel you coming apart for me. Let go.”
