“Bishop….” His lips skim over my shoulder, his breath falling on my cool skin. “Who owns you?” Then he licks me from shoulder blade to shoulder blade while his hand on my thigh travels up to my apex. “Who owns you, Madison?” I moan out slightly, biting down on my bottom lip. He squeezes. “I’m not a patient man.” “Why?” I ask. Even in the midst of my lust, my stubborn ass still can’t let some shit go. His fingertips dig into the flesh of my thigh. “Say it. Tell me what I want to hear,” he growls, his lips pressing against the rim of my earlobe. “You.” Shit. He chuckles into my ear. “Good.” His
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