Page 38 of Bishop

Kissing the top of my head, Matty said, “I wouldn’t dare.”

After two episodes, I had to pee. “You want a refill on your water?” I asked before setting up the third.

“I’ll get it. You go pee. I have to see what happens at the company dinner party,” he jested, before picking up my glass and heading off into the kitchen for our drinks.

When I returned, he was waiting for me. As I made to crawl over him, he wrapped his arms around my waist, flipped me onto my back, and pinned me beneath him.

“Matty!” I squealed, playfully trying to shove his muscular frame off of me. “I thought you said you couldn’t wait to find out what happens at the firm’s dinner party!”

“I’m easily distracted,” he explained, his big hand grasping both of mine and effortlessly pinning them above my head.

I giggled as he trailed his long fingers along my arm, then my rib cage. “Stop, I’m ticklish!” I declared, struggling beneath him as I dissolved into a fit of uncontrollable laughter.

Because he was sandwiched so tightly against me, I could feel how my thrashing was affecting him. A bulge the size of a lead pipe began to grow against my stomach. Instantly, my panties grew moist, and I was squirming for a reason other than being ticklish. I was so turned on my heart began to race and my skin to prick with needles of excitement.

Matty rhythmically rocked against my mound, and I gasped with instant pleasure. Spreading my legs wider, he slipped in between them and began to kiss my neck.

Because my yoga pants were so form-fitting, I could feel all of him. And let’s just say, there was a lot to feel. He was enormous! Not that I had a lot to compare it to with my very limited experience, but I wasn’t raised in a convent. I knew what was normal. And like everything else in his life, Matty was definitely batting way above average.

Matty positioned himself so his erection was comfortably flush against his belly. This adjustment made it so he could rub even more smoothly against me. The new angle hit my sweet spot just right, and I sighed audibly with pleasure.

Using a free hand to unbuckle his pants allowed Matty more direct contact with my body. Shifting his weight onto his left palm, he began to stroke back and forth along my clit with the perfect amount of friction and pressure.

I was so near to coming, my muscles began to tense and bunch. My fingers gripped the sheets and my head rocked from side to side on my pillow.

“You like that, Babe?” he checked, dragging himself along my swollen cleft.

“Yes!” I moaned. “I’m so close, Matty. Don’t stop!”

He placed his hands atop the waistband of my yoga pants and began to tug them down my hips. “You think this feels good? Wait until I lick that pretty pussy of yours and really blow your mind.”

Wanting nothing more than to experience that little piece of heaven, I helped him drag my spandex down and off. Matty spread my thighs further apart, lowered himself to my juncture, pulled my panties to the side, and ran his nose along the seam of my sex.

Flushing pink at the intimacy of the act, he inhaled and softly kissed my mound. “You smell so good, Babe. I can’t wait to taste you.”

I forgot my shyness with the first swipe of his tongue. I’d never had a man go down on me before. I’d never felt comfortable enough to let him even try. But hell, I’d been missing out. This was amazing! Or maybe it was just that Matty was amazing at it. Either way, I was hooked and revved up after just one lick.

My hips bucked wildly as he picked up his speed. When he added a finger inside of me, I grunted loudly with need.

“That’s it,” Matty encouraged, adding a second finger with a little pressure. “Jesus, you’re so fucking tight, Evie. I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock. Your pussy is going to feel like a goddamned noose around my dick!”

When he started licking again, I thrust my fingers into his hair and held him tight against me. My core was like a tense knot about to come unraveled. When he added a third finger inside of my soaked passage, I blew.

My hips bucked and kicked as I skyrocketed into the stratosphere. Matty kept pace with me, never letting up on my clit. My heart beat nearly out of my chest as my mind swirled in and out of conscious thought. I’d never had one like it before, and I wondered dazedly if I ever would again.

Raising onto his knees, Matty shrugged out of his cut. His T-shirt followed. Finally, he reached for his boxers. My eyes traveled down his body and I swallowed hard. His physique was perfect. Toned and solid as granite. I’d never really cared one way or another about tattoos. But as soon as he bared his to me, I was their number one fan.

Matty’s ink was an amalgamation of color, intimate imagery, and geometric lines. In a single word. They were beautiful, just like him.

And then there was his cock. Oh my God! It was something to behold. Intimidating didn’t even begin to cover it. It was shaped like something out of a porno. Now I knew why he’d been using progressively more fingers as he’d eaten me out. He was preparing me for that huge tool between his legs that was going to take a lot of getting used to.

Having a moment of bravery, I reached out and ran a finger along the smooth, rigid flesh rising well beyond his belly button. Matty’s pelvis jerked forward and a puff of air hissed between his full lips.

“Take it in your hand,” he ordered, a harder side of him I’d never seen emerging. “I want to watch you jerk me off before I slide into you.”

With uncertainty, I wrapped my palm around his thickness. His girth was so great, my fingers didn’t touch. I gave his shaft an experimental pump and his eyes turned to icy embers.

“Go slow,” he advised. “It’s been a while and I don’t want to blow my load two strokes in!”

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