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I tilt my head back. “I hate you.”
He licks me all the way up to the junction of my thighs and then bites down on the tender flesh. “Ditto, baby.” He flicks my clit softly and my heart launches in my chest, my core tensing and my knees almost buckling. “Stay up!” he orders, pulling away from me with bite in his tone. He comes back to me and wraps his delicious lips around my clit, bending down more as his tongue slides deep inside of me.
“Oh fuck!” I pant, gripping his hair again and trying to fight the need to fall to the ground.
He drags his tongue up to my clit, circling again before one of his fingers slips inside of me, and then another joins in.
“Bishop,” I moan, as his pace picks up and his finger curls to hit the spot in me that has only ever been hit by him. Usually, I’m a clit orgasm kinda girl, but since Bishop, I’ve found out just how pleasurable it can be through penetration and when you fuck someone who knows what the hell they’re doing. I arch my back, pressing myself into his mouth. “Shit,” I whimper.
“Yeah, baby, let go.” He groans against my clit. His arm brushes against my ankles as he pumps himself, and with that thought in my head, I explode around and on his tongue, my body jolting and my brain swimming in a deep, dark, misty haze of euphoria. With one last long lick down my slit, he stands, his finger diving back into my channel. He withdrawals and brings his finger to my mouth. I open—unwillingly, mind you—and he slips his finger into my mouth. I circle it, sucking off the sweet taste of my pleasure.
“That… is proof you lied to me, kitty,” he growls, pulling his fingers out of my mouth.
“What are you going to do about it?” I taunt him, smirking.
Silence.
Then he wraps my hair around his fist and tugs my hair so hard I swear I feel strands being ripped from my scalp. Pulling my bottom lip into his mouth, he bites down on it roughly, until the tang of blood trickles down the back of my throat. “Now? Now, I’m going to play with you.”
I smirk up at him, and his grip intensifies. I hiss through the snapping of my hair. “I’m not a toy, Bishop.”
“Wrong answer, Madison, because you are my toy, and the last toy I had?” His other hand latches around my throat like a choker as his mouth skims over mine again, sailing over his bite mark. “Broke.”
Khales?
Too horny to ask questions, I run my hand over his hard chest, every defined ab jolting under the soft palm of my hand. “I don’t like being a toy.”
“Tough shit.” He twists me around by my hair, and I obey, because he has my fucking hair, before shoving me down onto the mattress on the floor. My hands come out to steady myself, and I arch my back, pressing into him. His fingers dig into my hip bones as he runs his hand down from the back of my neck. “Fuck, you’ve got a sexy fucking spine.”
“What?” I whisper, looking over my shoulder, but he pushes on my head until my face is buried in the soft blankets and my ass is elevated high into the air.
“I wonder,” he whispers, pressing one finger inside of me before his mouth comes to my pussy from behind. “What it would be like to take it apart.”
I pause, my breath stilling. What the hell does that mean? And why don’t I care? I grind into his mouth, ignoring the fact that my butt is probably right there in his face, but he doesn’t mind. Drawing his tongue out, he licks over my slit, over the opening of my pussy, and then comes to the crack of my ass, licking over my exit. Holy fucking shit!
“Yeah,” he murmurs, coming back up. “I’d fucking snap you, kitty.” Then his hand lands on my ass cheek with a stinging slap. I scream out, because it’s fucking sore. “And I look forward to watching you break in my very hands.” Then he presses himself inside me until he tears through my tight entrance, the rim of his cock grazing over every inch of my wet walls. He pumps me once.
And then again.
Every single time, the head of his cock rubs deliciously against the most sensitive part of my pussy.
“And what if I let you?” I whisper into the blanket, drunk by his assault, hazy from his need. He pushes again, and then pulls out of me, flipping me over onto my back. I look up at him as he crawls over my body, his head tilted.
“Then I gave you too much credit,” he mutters. Shit. Did her hear me? “You’re stupider than I thought.”