Page 48 of Not Ready

“You know what I really want?” he asks, nipping at my lower lip. “I want you to ride my face.”

“No way,” I moan, shoving my hips up as he teases a thick finger inside me. My brain quickly catches up to what he said about spanking me if I talk down about myself. “Let me just lounge here.”

“You’re cute.” He twists his finger in and out as I try to spread my legs to give him more room to work. His thighs still frame mine, so mine bump into his. His cock is massive, but I don’t let myself stress about that too much. Thoughts of tasting him and feeling him stretch me to capacity are much sexier things to focus on. Also, alpha and omega biology is literally designed to fit together. It’ll be fine.

I wrap my hand around his hard length. He’s warm and firm. I jerk him to the best of my ability, but he’s so thick, it’s difficult to feel like I’m doing a good job.

The growl that vibrates out of his chest makes my core clench around his finger. The pad of his thumb, or maybe part of his palm, grazes my clit as he nuzzles his cheek to mine. “It’s been so long. Tell me if there’s something you want that I’m not doing.”

Is he joking? I mean, I’d be content if he wanted to shove his dick inside me, but he’s doing great.

“That feels so good.”

His blue eyes are a little glassy, like maybe he’s a little high on my pheromones.

“Yeah, gorgeous. You feel pretty fucking amazing to me too.” He grins wickedly. “Let’s see if we can find the sweet spot. The one that’ll make you scream while you soak my fist.” He changes direction, plunging his fingers in and out. He doesn’t go too deep, which I’m grateful for. Everything seems to be more intense now that I’m super pregnant. My nipples tighten and throb almost painfully as he continues to tease my clit.

“Oh,” I whimper, biting my lip. My head nods of its own volition. Yep, he found the spot.

“You like that, sweet girl?” he murmurs against my lips. His breath mingles with mine as I stretch up to kiss him. He leads, keeping things slow and languid. For whatever reason, which shouldn’t be possible, since we have no bond, I swear I can feel him pouring his affection into the kiss.

He pushes his chest against mine but doesn’t let any weight fall on my stomach. The kiss goes on and on as my core tightens. Feeling him cage me, the warm press of his skin, it’s all making me hazy.

I gasp into his mouth, and my entire body spasms.

“That’s it, beautiful girl. Fuck my hand.” Bishop keeps working his fingers in and out of my core as I shake and pleasure radiates through my entire body. “God, you’re absolutely going to wreck me.”

I don’t know when I dropped his cock or moved my arms, but they’re wrapped around his neck, keeping his face close to mine.

“Me too.” My head shakes. “I mean, wow. Why don’t you lie down, so I can take care of you?”

“That’s not?—”

“Yes, it is,” I snarl, and even I’m surprised. “I need your cum. I don’t know why I feel so strongly about that, but I do.”

“Right.” He pecks a kiss on my lips and rolls to the bed next to me. He slides a hand under my side and grabs the other arm. In this position, he’s able to help me roll over quite easily. “If you want my cock, then you’re going to have to take it.”

I roll over onto his chest and get my knees settled on both sides of his hips. “Okay.”

He cups my ass, giving me a grind over his impressive length. “I’m really not sure this is going to work. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’re so sweet.” I grin, shimmying down his thighs until his crown appears in front of my mouth. My head tilts as I wrap my hand around his hard shaft, bringing it to my lips.

His knot is already so thick, it’s hard to believe it’ll grow once it’s inside me.

That’s if it fits.

He’s got the longest cock I’ve ever seen. Logic dictates that, for his knot to fit inside my vagina, then I’m going to have to take all of that impressive length right down to the root.

My mouth waters as I flick my tongue over the slit. His smoky taste explodes on my tongue, but it’s not unappealing.

It’s actually delicious.

I moan, hollowing my cheeks and lapping like he’s an ice cream cone.

“Aww, fuck me.” Bishop’s head falls back as he continues to curse at the ceiling. His palm brushes my cheek as he buries his fingers in my hair. My thighs burn as I move my hand to grip his knot. The other works the half of his length I have no hope of fitting in my mouth. At least, not from this direction. Next time, I’ll have to take him up on sitting on his face; that way, I can suck him off while I do it. “Goddamn, that’s unreal.” His hand is so tender, but the look on his face is pure carnal desire.

I bob and suck, working my way deeper on every descent. His muscles coil tight with tension as he groans, flexing his hips and making his tip slam against the back of my throat. I gag a little as tears well in my eyes, but my core throbs, feeling achy and empty.

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