Page 122 of Bad Bishop

Not.

Fuck.

This.

Up.

Tiernan.

I froze, remembering my first time back in the gulag. Knowing I was only capable of taking a woman punishingly, like a gun was pinned to my temple. My breath hitched, and I slammed my teeth together, loathing myself for not being able to do this.

The most natural thing in human nature.

“Look at me.” She took my face in her hands, anchoring me to this moment. I was glad she couldn’t hear the thumping of both our hearts beating out of whack. And I was glad she chose to use her voice. It…soothed me. “You can do this. You escaped hell. You’re here now. And I will never let you go through it again.”

Before I could overthink it, Lila took matters into her own hands, rolled her hips, and scooped my cock into her, sliding it inside in one slick motion.

A grunt escaped me.

She felt heavenly, blissfully tight. Hot and wet andright.

We both stared at each other in surprise, getting used to the sensation.

The more I let myself feel it, the more divine it felt.

But I wasn’t all the way inside her, and she already looked uncomfortable.

Very carefully, I pressed deeper. One inch, and then another. Her throat worked around a swallow. I leaned down to kiss it. “Shhh, sweetheart. Almost there. Take it all in for me, okay?”

She nodded, eyes glistening.

Another inch.

Finally, I was buried inside her to the hilt, my balls flush against her tight rectum.

Heaven.

I started moving inside her. It felt like coming home. I watched her alertly, looking for signs of pain or distress. But all I found was a flushed, deliriously happy water nymph in an erotic vortex of passion.

One who couldn’t hear herself and moaned with abandon.

“Sorry, darlin’, I have to.” I grabbed a pink teddy bear from between her satin pillows and pressed it against her mouth to stifle her moans. She bit hard on it, her eyes rolling inside their sockets.

I picked up my pace, my balls tightening, my forehead slicked with sweat. She was close. So was I. Each time I plunged into her, the entire bed shook, the headboard banging against the wall.

She clenched around me, milking the orgasm out of me, and I lost the remainder of my self-control, of whatever chivalry I managed to scrape from the bottom of my godforsaken soul, and went wild.

I all but nailed her into the mattress, sinking into her again and again. Deeper, faster, harder. Our gazes locked, the stupidteddy bear between us. I tossed it aside. Kissed her ardently. I felt the walls of her cunt shuddering around my cock like an earthquake. Pulled my face back to watch her. She was moaning loudly again. I pressed my palm to her lips, keeping her quiet.

She grinned, licking my salty flesh.

Fuuuuuuuuuck.

I grinned back. Feeling…feeling. Shy, almost. Boyish. All those emotions I never got to feel when I was actually at the correct age to explore them.

We stared at each other, grinning like two fools who just conquered the world.

Because we both managed to do something we didn’t think would ever be possible.