Page 37 of Bishop

His smirked only intensified. “None of that matters, Emmy. You think that’s going to stop him from trying?”

“You need to go,” I snapped at him finally and stepped away.

“Nope,” the smirk remained in place. “I have to teach you a lesson, Stank. The way you ignored my phone calls. I didn’t like it.”

He had me walking backwards until my back was flush up against a wall. My chest began to rise and fall as he stared down on me, his brown eyes dark.

“You’re gonna be a good girl for me, Emmy. And you’re going to take all this dick. Do you understand?”

The way my heart began to race as I tried to gather my thoughts. Before I knew it, I had slapped the hell out of him.

“You need to get out of my house,” I hissed. “I’m not one of your fucking strippers, Zane Bishop.”

His grin never faltered and I went to slap him again, except he caught my hand midair.

The air was thick and we both had started to breath hard. He pulled me into the living room and pushed me over the arm of the small couch. I couldn’t even deny it if I wanted to. The panties I had on were catching all my juices. He was making me wetter than the Mississippi River.

Quietly he pressed into me. “I’m going to enjoy fucking you hard, Emerald.”

Coming to my senses I tried to struggle. “Absolutely not after you just stalk-”

Zane had flipped my dress up and pulled my panties down. My legs buckled the second his tongue touched my pussy.

“Mmm,” he moaned. “What was that, Stank? You were saying something.”

Breathing hard, as I enjoyed his tongue. “I hate you.”

“Mmmhmm, sure baby, sure you do,” he said huskily as his fingers gripped my ass cheeks.

I wanted to fight him, but he was a force to be reckoned with. His tongue was a hurricane and I was a bayou bracing for impact.

The man’s tongue game was sinister as he began to lick every inch of me including my asshole. Another moan escaped from between my lips and I relaxed, enjoying the sensations.

An orgasm began to form and I wanted it so badly.

You want him, badly,I tried to push the thought away.

When I couldn’t take it anymore, he picked me up and carried us into my bedroom.

“I've been thinking about this all day,” he whispered as he pulled his throbbing dick free.

Licking my lips, I replied. “Can’t say the same.”

He only grinned as he eased up onto the bed. “Don’t lie to me, Stank.”

Sliding the dress back up, Zane positioned his dick at the entrance of my pussy and pressed inside of me. He wasn’t eager about it either.

He inched in.

Then back out.

My juices began to flow even more and I just knew my sheets were done for.

“Please,” I whispered against the side of his mouth.

“Tell me,” he whispered back.

“Daddy, I need you…please fuck me, hard…”

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