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“Bishop,” I breathed, my fingers weaving into his silky curls. “You … imagined … being with me?” I murmured past the intoxicating sensations overwhelming my body. “For the past two nights, I’ve pictured your soft curves while I fucked my hand raw.”
“The things I want to do to that mouth would send me straight to hell.”
“Fuck, this tight little pussy was made for me.”
“Fuck, I want to see my cum drip from your wet pussy.”
“It’s not your place to worry about me, Bishop,” she said softly, her words no longer bristling with a challenge. “That’s where you’re wrong.” I slowly brought my hand to her sex, gently cupping her warmth. “This is mine now, and I protect what’s mine.”
“Fuck, no matter how hard I grip my cock, it’s no comparison to the way your pussy milked me dry. You’re a goddamn wet dream.”
“Now, it’s time for you to get some rest. Sweet dreams, kitten. I know mine will be positively feral.”
“Look, this was fun, but I told you that I wasn’t looking for anything.” “Neither was I, but sometimes you end up in places you never meant to be.”
If he wanted to win me over, my opinion was the only one that mattered. Not my mom’s. Not my dad’s. Mine. And I would not be bullied into anything less.
My kitten was a little feral, but I’d show her just how good it was to be owned.
You told me specifically you didn’t want to be tied down. All I’m fucking asking is that if you need to explore, you do it with me.
“All I wanted was for you to give me a chance. You can still experience the world with me—anything out there, I’ll give it to you. All you have to do is ask,” he said fervently. “I think I can do that,” I whispered.
“Lucky for you, I’m Irish, and we’re used to our women being entirely too batshit crazy to control.”
It was amazing how freeing it was to allow yourself to feel what came naturally.
How could you have been so convinced you wanted me in such a short amount of time?” “I don’t have to eat two tubs of mint chip ice cream to know it’s my favorite.” “Yeah, but people aren’t ice cream,” I chided playfully. My insides warmed at his molten gaze. “No, but you taste just as sweet.”
“Keep that ass tilted upward, baby. You got me too worked up for anything but hard and fast.”
The man fucked like an animal, and I loved every unholy second of it. The weight of his body on mine. The slamming of his balls on my clit. I even liked how he gently wrapped a hand around my throat, careful not to inhibit my breathing. All of it felt divine, especially knowing I was his.
“Not sure I need food when I’ve got you to eat.”
I just liked to challenge him sometimes so he didn’t forget I could.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I breathed. “Opening my housewarming present.”
“God, you’re incredible.” Bishop stripped off his T-shirt in one swift motion, then dropped to his knees. “And I’m gonna eat you out until those legs fucking quiver.”
