Page 81 of Bishop's Queen

“Be the real girl in the bedroom with me. Not the one you put on display.”

She recoiled. “I need coffee.”

“Bullshit.” He dropped between her thighs, pushing them wide.

“Bishop—Bishop.”

He wasted no pleasantries in getting what he wanted, her clit on his tongue, her taste searing his senses. Bishop groaned against her skin, sucking her clit until her ass lifted off the bed, then he ran circles and kisses over the delicate skin.

Listening to her try to control herself was a treat—hell,a challenge. His tongue ran along her seam, and he shouldered her legs wide open.

“God,” Ella gasped.

“Whatever you say.” His fingers and tongue stroked her open. She writhed on the edge of the bed, and her wetness tasted like coming home.

She wriggled and moaned, and he hadn’t even finger-fucked her yet, but maybe she was close.

“Bishop,” she gasped. Quiet. Too quiet.

“Ella.” Bishop buried his face into her, lapping and kissing, holding her down before he paused. “If I don’t hear you screaming like a banshee, I don’t want you getting off.”

Then he went back to work to prove his point. He kissed her until the hotel room neighbors would complain, until her hands ripped into his hair. And as she let loose, she screamed his name as loud as a full war cry.

Ella collapsed onto the bed, and—

Bam. Bam. Bam.“We get it. He’s great! Shut up!”

“Oh my God!” Ella covered her face with a pillow, and Bishop fell back on his butt, laughing.

He crawled onto the bed with her, pulling her pillow-covered face into his arms. “We should escape for coffee.”

“I’m never leaving this room or taking this pillow off my face,” she mumbled. “Ever.”

He leaned over and kissed her breast.

“Bishop!”

Laughing, he rolled his eyes at the people next door. “Screw ’em.”

Ella peeled the pillow back and eased herself onto him, draping her body across his chest. “How about me instead?”

Damn…“Sorry, babe. I didn’t come fully stocked for a hotel room funfest.”

She raised her eyebrows.

“No more condoms,” he painfully confirmed.

“Oh.” She slunk down his chest, dropping wet kisses and raking her nails. “Guess we should see if you can scream like a banshee too.”

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