Page 77 of Bishop's Queen

That was how it had felt. Bishop stretching into her, thick and long, beautiful and strong. She remembered all those years ago. “But I did.” Her words caught. “And I loved it.” Because she had loved him.

“Eyes open, Ella.”

She didn’t realize they were closed. “I thought of you. Before. After you and I… we were apart. Remembering how you felt.”

“How did I feel?” His voice graveled, and his fingers flexed, rocking her back and forth, riding her against him.

Her juices coated his cock. Without searching back for the memory, she was aroused. But thinking about him pressing into her? A weight wrapped around her ribcage, tightening, strumming her to a whole new level of OMG.

“That first touch, that first thrust.” Her breathy whispers were nothing more than a gasp of words, but he heard them and shut his eyes.

“Open your eyes, Bishop.”

“Hell of a feeling.” He reached for the condom, tore it open, and scooted her back.

The moment she lost contact, her body inwardly cried despite the fact that he had separated them to sheath himself. Her mouth watered as he stroked himself once before rolling on protection.

His gaze lifted, one hand cupping her hip, and Ella moved over his shaft. She guided the crown to her opening. Gently, delicately, his other hand splayed on her thigh. Patience and desire colored his face. “Easy…”

Ella sighed as he inched inside her. His erection stole her breath and seared her lungs. Foreplay and fun had readied her, but his intrusion would always be demanding. Bishop O’Kane had a big fucking cock.

She withdrew and took more of him, and his jaw flexed. “God, Bishop.”

Again with the visible restraint, yet his soft fingers didn’t dig in, didn’t demand more. She loved that about him, how in control of himself he was—body and mind.

Following his gaze, they watched her body swallow his shaft, letting her arousal coat him as she paused. The stretch was nice and worthy of so many late-night memories. Ella pressed down on him again, and Bishop thrust up.

Her fingernails bit into his chest. “Yes.”

His gruff breath fell in time with hers. He wrapped her into a bear hug and began to thrust up until her head fell back. Lost in euphoria, she let him take over.

Inch by mind-stealing inch, she rocked her hips. He thrust into her until, gasping and panting, Ella was fully seated. Then his mouth sealed on hers.

“Better than I remember.” Bishop squeezed her, delving her mouth with his, lashing his tongue, and she was lost.

Her breasts bounced, scratching against his chest hair, and her orgasm came faster than she could scream his name. Ella bucked, arching in his arms as he held her still, keeping his cadence. Deep and strong.

But his mouth went to her ear. “Come, Ella. Now, babe.”

She exploded, her inner muscles rippling, almost painfully as intense as the climax was. “Yes!”

“Ella, my Ella,” he growled in her ear. “I want to hear that again.”

He stood, still deep inside her pulsing, rippling pussy, and walked them to the bed as she caught her breath against his neck, drowning in the familiar taste of his skin.

Slowly, he withdrew and slid back inside, holding himself on top of her.

“So…” she drew out. “Sensitive.”

“Easy,” he whispered again. Long and slow. Deep and… meaningful. His mouth found her neck, and she languidly knotted a hand in his hair.

Mmmmm. This was heaven. Her head dropped to the side, and the mirror caught her eye. Bishop’s powerful body over her, making love to her. His sculpted ass rhythmically moving, his corded back flexing. He was a work of art, and draped together… they were beautiful.

Bishop stilled, his fast breath in her ear. “You okay?”

His panting breaths tickled, and slowly, she nodded, not turning away from the mirror. She couldn’t take her eyes off him, off them. He was gorgeous. She was fine with how she looked, but it wasn’t that. It wasthem.

His tongue caressed her ear. “What is it?”

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