Page 123 of Bishop's Queen

“And I like that you’re mine.”

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“Me too.” Ella’s eyes fluttered. Sitting over his thick thighs, very aware that his engorged erection was a layer of fabric away, she couldn’t fathom how possessive and careful he could look at once. She traced his jawline. His scruff scratched her skin, and she teased down his throat. “I like that you’re—”

“Can’t saymine. I already took it.” Playful, even when his intensity could melt a glacier.

Ella licked her lip, shifting and smiling as she teased against the bulge in his boxer briefs. “Sexy.”

Bishop’s hand shot behind her, and he flipped them over. “Too generic.”

She shouldn’t have teased him like that, exceptwow. His massive weight brushed on top of her naked body—oh—and her shaky breath couldn’t be hidden as his powerful thighs spread hers.

“Try again, babe.”

“Mmm.” Out-of-this-world provocation wasn’t good for thinking through answers. “I like that you’re strong. You’re ripped.”

“That doesn’t compete withmine.” He stroked the length of his hard cock against her, and her mind short circuited.

“Shit,” she moaned at the pressure on her clit. “That’s so nice.”

But the pressure evaporated, and she whined a little until he dipped his mouth to suck on her nipple.

“Bishop, please.” Please, what? Please, everything.

“Last time, Ella. You like that I’m…”

Oh, God. The wet heat sucking on her nipple went back to work, and the powerful flow of his body worked against hers.

“I… I like that…” She gasped. “I like that I…can’t say no to you.” She moaned. “Ever.”

“Good answer.” He released her nipple and rewarded her with two fingers that quickly stroked and speared her.

“God!” She dropped her head back, arching as he sank his fingers in, knuckles deep. “Yes.”

“Damn.” Holding himself up, Bishop’s mouth took hers with power reserved for a nuclear explosion, and he pumped and curled his fingers.

Ella cursed a thousand times as his mouth made love to hers, whisking away her obscenities before they left her lips.

“Want to come, babe?”

“Yes!” She clung to him. “No!”

Questioning her with a look, though he didn’t stop the insane onslaught building, he decided for her. Yes, she would come, and thank God, because she was on the edge and had no idea how Bishop even had a string of sanity.

Her climax hit as he pulled the fireworks from deep inside her, lighting every nerve ending until they exploded. But it wasn’t enough. Clinging to him, Ella begged, “I need you inside me. Need to feel you.Now.”

Carefully, he withdrew his fingers, and she winced, sitting up, almost reaching for him. Maybe she should have rolled with the climactic wave and not been greedy, but as Bishop shucked his boxer briefs, and his beautiful length came into view, the millisecond of regrets vanished.

He opened the drawer of his nightstand and grabbed a condom. Lightning fast, he came back to her. “Lie on your back.”

She complied, and the massive hulk of a man loomed. Calculating, he began his descent. His palms ran over her breasts, down her hips to her thighs, where he spread her legs farther apart. Open to his stare, she could’ve felt vulnerable, but instead, she felt safe, secure … desired.

Hands resting on top of her thighs, Bishop squeezed her then leaned in for a kiss between her legs.

“Oh,” she moaned as his tongue ran along her seam and his lips suctioned her clit.

Her butt lifted off the bed as his hands clamped her in place. “Fuck, you taste good.”

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