Page 63 of Renegade Ruin

“Do it again,” I beg breathlessly.

He does so, this time rolling them between his fingers before pinching them.

“You like that?” he asks, though he doesn’t need my response. If there’s any man who could get me off from a little nipple play, it’d be him.

I nod, and he smiles wickedly before leaning down and swiping his tongue over the tip of my pinched nipple.

“Yes,” I whimper, arching my back to give him better access. The movement causes my hips to slide further to the edge, my panty-covered pussy grinding against his hardened length.

Bishop swallows a gravelly groan of satisfaction. “Goddamn,” he exhales, pulling away for only a second.

I’m so wet, so close, and my pussy pulses as it searches for the friction only he can provide.

He lowers one hand, cupping my ass to keep me in place as he ruts against me, his cock brushing against my clit with every roll.

“Bishop,” I mewl, my hand dropping to the lip of the counter and gripping tight. I wish it was sheets I could twist and fist in desperation, but I’m also completely enamored by the fact I will never be able to be in this kitchen again without blushing.

He continues to slide against me, teasing my nipples with his fingers and mouth until I’m wound tightly and ready to come.

“Right there,” I pant. “I’m so close.”

Usually, I would be embarrassed by coming from a bit of dry-humping and nipple play, but with Bishop, I feel none of it. When it comes to sex, he’s always pushed me to the edge of the things I never thought I’d enjoy, without reservation or judgment. With him, I can just let go. Which is what I need. What we both need.

Cool air pulls me from my thoughts, like a splash of water dousing the heat between us, and I realize Bishop has taken a step back.

I’m unable to swallow the involuntary whine. When I look up, I immediately want to smack the smirk off his face. “Why did you stop?”

Chest heaving, his eyes trail down my body, lingering on the wet spot between my legs. “If you’re going to come, it’s going to be on my face where I can taste what I’ve done to you.”

I open my shaky legs a little wider, giving him a better view of his prize and savoring the way he catches his lower lip between his teeth and groans.

“Yes, please,” I say, with a wink.

“So fucking polite when you get what you want.” He runs his fingers up my thighs and hooks them in the lacy waistband of my thong. I’m about to protest that he better not rip them as they are one of my favorites. He must sense that because he lowers them, painstakingly slowly, setting off every sensitive nerve in my body until I’m bared before him.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this pretty little cunt.”

“It’s been twenty-four hours,” I mock.

“Not since I’ve tasted you.” He growls, but I get the feeling he wants to say more.

With expert fluidity, Bishop drops to his knees, his mouth reaching the top of the counter only because of his height. He rests my knees over his shoulders and runs his tongue up my inner thigh, his scruff the perfect scratchy sensation on my skin.

Nestling his nose into my sensitive flesh, he inhales and gives a sharp nip with his teeth. “To be clear, there is no time that could pass that would make me want this pussy less.”

Even though I know he’s just saying them because he’s as lost in this moment as I am, his words register and tug at my heart. As if he knows I’m moments from spiraling into those thoughts, he wraps his arms around my thighs and gently strokes his thumb over my clit.

His name tears from my throat as I buck off the counter, but he’s there to catch me, pinning me down with his arms as he uses his thumb to expose my clit. He flicks his tongue over it just once, but it’s enough to shoot a bolt of pleasure straight through me.

My mouth opens to protest that I’m too sensitive, knowing damn well it will fall on deaf ears. When Bishop Lawson gets between my legs, his only goal is to please.

He licks again, this time covering me with his mouth and making long languid strokes, flicking my clit each time he reaches the top.

I fall back onto my elbows, feeling all control leave my body. My hips take on a life of their own, rolling in tandem with his tongue, chasing my orgasm on his lips.

He concentrates once again on my clit, relinquishing his hold on my hips so he can sink two fingers inside me, curling forward.

And that’s all it takes.

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