Page 63 of Without Bound
I squeeze my eyes and take a deep breath then hold it as I slide him back as far as I can. I gag but force it back down.
“I would love to fuck this mouth of yours, baby girl, but I want to fuck that tight little pussy even more. Would you like that, Ms. De La Cruz? Do you want my dick to split your other lips wide open?” His hand grips my jaw and he pulls out gradually.
“Yes, Coach Michaels.” A crooked smirk flashes on his face, and then he’s taking my hands and helping me to stand.
He takes a couple steps back and damn, is he beautiful. His deep brown eyes gaze over my body, and I can almost feel them tracing all the lines. With my hand still gripped in his, he spins me around to take in the full outfit.
“I don’t know where you got this from, but it’s hella sexy.” He lifts me up and sets me on the bed, then begins peeling me out of my makeshift uniform.
He rolls down one sock, pulling it off and throwing it over his shoulder, then does the same to the other. The half shirt doesn’t meet the same fate as everything else. Bishop grips the jagged cut hem with both hands and rips it in two. I hear the threads cry as they are separated. The fabric hangs open, exposing my breasts to him, and he plays with my sensitive nipples.
“I love your tits,” he says, not blinking or taking his eyes off of them for even a second. “They’re fucking perfect. And one day I’m going to slide my dick between them until I come all over them.”
His words have me fanning myself. No man has ever spoken to me or about me like that. Of course there’s only been one guy and he was so focused on not jizzing too soon that all he could say was,“Is that good? Are you okay?I hope it doesn’t hurt. Am I hurting you?”I faked that O so quickly because I couldn’t stand to listen to his whiny voice anymore. Two seconds after I “finished” he did as well, leaving no time for dirty talk.
Bishop kisses my neck and down my throat until he reaches my nipples. He licks, sucks then bites as he stretches them. I whimper from the pain, but will die if he stops what he’s doing. I cup the back of his head and hold him to me while he continues worshiping them.
A puddle builds between my legs and I lift my hips, wanting to feel him and ease the ache. He works his way from my breasts to my navel, and hooks his thumbs into the waistband ofhisunderwear and guides them down my legs.
“I need a little sample before I sink into you.” His head dips between my legs and he sucks me into his mouth.
He pulls my pussy lips and clit in like he’s sucking down a sweet drink. He finishes with a soft nip and a pop, then inhales my scent.
“Mmm. So good, baby girl.” He stands tall and takes the base of his cock in his hand.
He pumps himself a couple of times before running the head of his dick between my lips and pulling away, the tip glistening.
“Don’t stop. I want to feel all of you,” I beg, but he only shakes his head.
“No. I’ve already told you why.” He leans over and reaches into his bedside table for a condom.
He rips it open and begins sliding it over his hard length. My eyes devour every inch and I lick my lips. My legs spread a little wider to make room for him, and my body buzzes as I remember what it felt like to have him stretching me wide.
He nudges at my entrance and pushes the head in. Then he grabs my wrists, raising my arms above my head, before sliding all the way in.
I moan and close my eyes, the feeling better than I remember, and he begins to move. His hips roll and he connects with my clit sending a sensation that I can only explain as a free fall. My body feels weightless and I grow lightheaded with each spark.
He releases my wrists and straightens his spine. With his feet still on the ground, he tugs me closer to the edge then throws my legs over his shoulder. My tailbone is lifted into the air and his hands wrap around my thighs, anchoring me to him as he pumps faster and harder.
My tits bounce with each thrust and my body shifts on the bed. He grunts and drops his head back. I become lost in the feel and can sense my body getting closer to its release. He rights himself, flips my legs off his shoulder to one side, and holds them tightly together.
My fingers dig into the comforter covering his bed, searching for anything to keep me from flying away. Breathing becomes harder to do, my muscles grow weak and within a moment, I’m careening over the edge.
“Bishop,” I shout as I soar through bliss.
His thrusts turn harsh and I hear the slapping of our skin when it connects. My muddled thoughts turn clear when my orgasm fades away, and I blink my eyes open to see Bishops fixed on me.
My hips flexors burn with how tight they are pressed together, but relief comes quickly when he unbinds them. He yanks his still hard cock from my pussy and rips off the condom. His hand glides up and down his shaft and I watch, waiting for the moment his cum comes pouring out.
“Get on your knees,” he growls.
I blink up at him, not understanding what he means.
“On all fours. Get on your hands and knees and open that beautiful mouth of yours. I want you to drink me down.”
I scramble to my knees and drop my hands in front of me. I’m eye level with his cock and I open my mouth, sticking my tongue out and ready for him to feed me. I see a bead of cum form and I know he’s there.
The first salty spurt hits my tongue and he grunts, “Wider.”
