Page 38 of Bishop

A growl tore loose from his lips and he filled me to the brim in a powerful thrust.

Our eyes locked as he pushed my legs against my chest and began to thrust into me, harder than ever.

I had no choice but to take every inch, the wrought iron headboard slamming against the walls in a pattern of lust.

Every thrust threatened to push me over the edge and I found my hands raking down his chest that had moderate ink decorating him. Slowly, he dipped down and captured my mouth.

“I think about this all day,” he whispered.

Grinning, I rolled my eyes. “I’ll just bet with all those strippers you have running around.”

He pulled out of me then, flipping me onto my stomach. The dress I was wearing became tight and wrenched against my bodyas Zane gathered the fabric in his hands. “I promise, I only want you Emmy.”

I moaned again as he once again moved inside of my body, slowing down the pace.

“Are you…mmm,” I moaned into my pillow. “Sure?”

“Very,” he whispered.

A shiver of pleasure worked its way over my skin as I got onto all fours. Before I knew it, I was bouncing on his dick, and his breathing was picking up.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Damn, Emmy. You’re about to make me cum.”

Glancing over my shoulder, my face eased into a wide grin as I saw pleasure covering his face. It still amazed me that the boy who had been awful to me in high school was now the man with his dick inside of me. Zane had his bottom lip between his teeth with his head thrown back in ecstasy giving me satisfaction in the fact that I was owning his dick at this moment.

Easing myself up till I was on my tip toes and my hands were using the headboard for support, I began to bounce with a little more ease.

“Cum for me,” I whispered, urging him to release inside of me.

His tone turned guttural and raw. “I’m coming.”

With that, slipped off his dick and turned around to catch his load in my mouth. My lips wrapped around his pulsating dick and Zane growled again.

“Fuck, Emmy, you’re draining me…” He wound his fingers through my loose hair, pulling it tight as I sucked.

When he was done, I eased up his body, my mouth still full of cum and placed a hand behind his head, pulling his mouth down to my own.

Small rivulets of cum pooled out of my mouth as Zane gently licked at the side of my mouth, lapping it up. Finally, our mouthscrashed together, swapping his cum back and forth until we’d both swallowed all of it.

I was already out of the bed and heading towards the bathroom, when I threw over my shoulder, “And for the record, I like anal since we’re just getting freaky and shit in my house.”

A loud laugh escaped from his throat as I closed the door behind me.

Pulling back the shower curtain, I let loose a scream and Zane came flying into the bathroom.

“What, what is it?” He asked, looking around searching for danger.

All I could do was point.

Hanging around the shower head was my oldgris-grisbag. My chest began to feel tight as my heart raced rapidly and my palms began to tingle. The very same one that had been missing from my apartment in Los Angeles before I’d left to come home. The fabric was the same faded red color, frayed by time.

It’d been missing for months and it most definitely had not been hanging in my shower when I’d left for work this morning.

How?

Worry wouldn’t leave my brain for the rest of the night and the feeling of being watched remained, even as Zane held me close all night.

Sleep didn’t find me, until the sun was peeking through my curtains the next morning.

---