Page 55 of Without Bound
This woman is a goddamn masterpiece. Her small waist that leads to her round hips and the plump ass she sits on, and tits that are beckoning me to suck on them. She clamps her legs closely together, trying to hide herself from me. My hands slide between them, pushing her legs wide and splaying her open for me.
“Don’t hide from me. Show me that tight, little pussy. I want to see my meal before I devour it.” My eyes lick across her body and stop at the glistening spot at her apex.
I hiss at the sight, and part her pussy lips with my thumbs, readying her for a taste. I dip my head and swipe my tongue right up her seam, closing my eyes and sighing at how sweet she is.
“Oh fuck,” she moans, and I know exactly how she feels.
I lick again, coating my tongue so I only taste her, and bury my nose between her legs. My mouth has never had anything so good before, and I could spend hours eating her.
One hand glides up her body until her breast is gripped firmly in it. I pinch her nipple and her hips buck. Gently, I push two fingers inside of her and curl them, slowly stroking her as I work to bring her to her first orgasm.
“Oh my god, Bishop. Keep doing that,” she pleads.
“With pleasure baby.”
I set forth a punishing pace, barely giving her a chance to breathe much less move an inch. My dick grows harder and harder, begging for release as precum drips from the head. But I remind myself of how much better it will feel when she can open up to me fully and enjoy how my dick strokes inside of her.
I double down my efforts and am rewarded with her small mewls. They turn faster and her breaths grow shallow. I can feel how rapidly her chest rises and falls and I continue to alternate between nipples, pinching and soothing.
“There,” she shouts. “There…there, yes.”
Her legs clamp tightly to the sides of my head and she bears down, rubbing her clit against my face as she falls into her release. I feel her turn from damp to drenched as I drink her down. When her whines cease, I push up and see her eyes closed, still lost in bliss, and a smile wide across her face.
“Did you like that, my little butterfly?”
“Ye-s. So so much,” she pants.
“Good. Ready for more?” I pray she is because I’m dying to feel her wrapped around my cock.
“I think so,” she replies, still not opening her eyes.
“There’s no thinking. I need a yes or a no. You have to be sure about this, because there is no turning back. Once you let me inside that sweet pussy, you aremine. Forever. My dick will be the last one you ever know.” My tone has her opening her lids, her eyes clear and confident.
“I am so ready to be yours and only yours. That's all I want.” She moves around until she’s kneeling in front of me, her hands smoothing all over my body.
“I’m already yours, Anais. I think I have been from the moment I laid eyes on you.”
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Anais
I smile hearing that he’s as gone for me as I am for him. It’s a comfort to finally know we are in this together. I’ve been thinking this attraction was a one sided feeling, so hearing him say he’s already mine makes my heart flutter.
I slide my hands from his strong shoulders and over his hard chest and down. His body is so big, not just muscular but large and imposing. Many don’t know he’s truly a teddy bear who will burn the world down for the ones he loves. I know this because I’ve heard how Cami and Viv and CeCe talk about him. I’ve seen how protective he is with those he loves.
Maybe that now includes me. Or at least, someday.
My hands slip inside of his boxers and I reach around to grab his hard ass and dig my fingernails into his skin. He stands still and strong, letting me explore. When my nails scrape up his spine I watch as his body trembles. The effect we have on one another is evident in its equality. And when I dip back under the elastic band and grip his cock with my hand, my fingertips barely skimming each other, I hear more than see his jaw clicking as he clenches.
“You’re so big, Bish. I don’t know if you’ll fit.” My legs squeeze together and the walls of my pussy quiver, thinking about being stretched beyond its limit.
Bishop’s hand slides over mine and together we move up and down his steel shaft. “I’ll fit, baby girl. I have a feeling that it’s perfect.”
He releases my hand and pushes his underwear down over his thick thighs. I don’t know where the underwear goes or if it even makes it down to his feet because my eyes stay glued to where my hand is still holding tight.
I saw him in the shower that day and could tell he was thick, but up close and personal tells me that was just a small glimpse. With my thin hand wrapped around him, his girth and length look double the size it did when he was holding it. Once again it not only worries but terrifies me as to how much it might hurt.
“Lay back, Anais. You just relax and I’ll take care of you.” His voice is low and gravely, sending chills erupting over my body.
