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Grinning, I forcefully stroked his erection, feeling his dick hardening more and more through his pants.
“Ooh,” Bishop let out.
“You like that?” I said, locking into his gaze as I continued to stroke him. I licked my lips and pulled down the zipper of his pants. “And how about this?” I reached in and clamped my fingers around his impressive dick.
“If you don’t stop right now, I’m going to lose control,” he grunted all while leaning heavily into me.
“Don’t underestimate yourself, Bishop,” I whispered, leaning in close to his ear. “You’re in complete control. After all, you’re the president here. You’re in control of everything; this house, the pledges… and most of all, me.”
He pulled back to look at me though heavily hooded eyes, a silly grin on his lips. “That’s not what worries me.”
“What worries you, dear Bishop?”
“Me. Controlling me.”
I leaned in to nibble on his bottom lip. “Then why fight it?” I whispered.
“I want you,” he groaned.
Still stroking his dick, I unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to his ankles. “You’re in control,” I whispered. “You’re in control.”
Stumbling somewhat, he kicked his shoes off then stepped out of his pants. “You’re heavenly,” he said as he raked his fingers through my hair, pulling me in for a deep and heated kiss.
As one hand loosened my bun, the other hand settled between my shoulder blades, pressing me to him. “You are just so heavenly,” he said again.
Sighing my pleasure, I unbuttoned the top of my halter and let it fall before I arched my back, offering my breasts up to him. He quickly took the invitation, plunging his face between my breasts, turning to lick one eager nipple then turning to lick the other one.
I was on fire. If he didn’t move quickly, I would soon lose control.
As if reading my thoughts, he picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. With small but fast steps, he brought me to his bed and lay me down.
“I am so fucking hungry for you,” he grunted as he unfastened my leather pants then slowly peeled them off. “Oh fuck, Brook,” he grunted. “No panties? You are such a wild woman.” When he reached my ankles, he removed my stilettos, finished peeling off my pants then put my stilettos back on. “I do love these torture devices that you call shoes.”
I chuckled deep in my throat as he came back up to me, kissing my heated skin all the way… up my thighs, skimming lightly over my clitoris and continuing up to my breasts. He made his way to my lips but quickly returned down to the molten heat between my legs.
His lips were magical as they settled over my clitoris and his tongue… The moment he snaked his tongue out to slowly and deliciously pass it over my heated mound, I was burning hot.
“Oh, yes!” I shouted into the room, my voice coming back to me as it echoed. “Oh, God, yes!”
Though fully enveloped in the workings of his mouth, I remained vaguely aware of the possibility that my voice carried farther than expected.
Could Deacon in the room next door hear me? Could the other pledges hear me?
Did I care?
Digging my nails into Bishop’s scalp, I pulled him into my crotch wanting more and more of the heat his mouth brought me.
Listen to this, Deacon, I thought as I moaned my pleasure louder and louder.Listen to what you’re missing out on. Listen to what you’re hardheaded stubbornness is depriving you of.
My orgasm was right there, ready to break, ready to explode. I was on the edge. Just one more lick and I was there. Just one more ounce of pressure.
“Oh!” I let out with complete abandon. “Oh! Yes! Yes!”
The door to Bishop’s bedroom flew open and Deacon stood there.
I ignored him and let the waves of my orgasm wash over me all while shifting over slightly on the bed; just enough to give him a better view of my heated pussy.
Through my lashes, I saw him, his eyes angry, his brow creased with frustration, but his cock clearly contradicting his anger.
