Page 53 of Bishop

His eyes flamed over with lust and his cock jumped excitedly at my words. “As much as I love these pants on you, babe, they need to come off right now.”

Miracle of miracles, the material slid off faster than they went up. Matty forced me backward against his bike and then sank to his knees. Teasing my knees apart, he rubbed his nose along the thin layer of material between him and my sex.

Inhaling deeply, his lusty eyes trailed back to mine. “I can’t get enough of the smell and feel of your pussy, Evie. I’ve been thinking about it every moment since I last tasted you.”

Normally, I would have been mortified if a man had smelled me like that. But right now, I was so hot, I could have spontaneously combusted. When his tongue flicked out and licked my clit through the lace of my panties, I think I did.

Moaning, I set my legs wider to give him total access and tossed my head back. Bracing my hands on the leather seat of his motorcycle, I let his skillful tongue take me for the most exhilarating ride of my life.

His touch was gentle at first. His lapping and sucking light and playful. But as I grew more wanton, more demanding, so did his strokes.

“You want to come, Evie?” he baited, as I desperately tried to reach the promised land of bliss he had me teetering on the edge of.

“Yes,” I ground out, actual anger and frustration rising to the surface as he masterfully kept heaven a hair’s width out of reach.

“Beg me for it then,” he ordered, slipping my panties to the side as he worked his strong tongue against my bare flesh.

My muscles seized and my hips gave an involuntary kick at the euphoric contact. I just needed a few more swipes to push me over the edge. To make me come harder than I’d ever come before.

At this moment, I had no dignity or shame. I had only one desire. To unravel at the speed of light into the most glorious orgasm of my life.

“Please, Matty!” I shamelessly begged. “Make me come. I need it so bad!”

I could feel his mouth curving into a smile against the hypersensitive skin of my thigh. “Tell me how much you need it, Babe. How much you missed my cock inside of you.”

He gave me another two quick swipes of his tongue, and my juices began to flow down my thigh like a dam suddenly let loose.

I didn’t have to lie. It was the truth. I’d thought about his big dick stroking inside of me nearly every minute of the day since the first time he’d slipped inside of me.

Shivering with physical desire, I gasped out like the ultimate addict. “I need it! I need it so bad, Matty!”

Hooking his arms around the thickest part of my thighs, Matty angled my pussy upward and gave me exactly what I needed. His tongue began to move like a machine. It stroked at exactly the right pace and pressure. My body became racked with unspent energy as I crested toward the mountain top. I was at the precipice for only a moment before I exploded into the stars above.

Screaming, I shattered apart like brittle glass on a winter’s day. I’m not sure how long it took for my brain to reconnect with my body, but when it did, I felt shaky and out of sorts.

“You come so beautifully,” Bishop complimented.

Standing to his full height, he gave his enormous cock a rough tug as he watched me sail back down to earth. “Turn around, put your hands on my bike and your ass in the air,” he ordered, his face hard and demanding.

With the last bit of strength I possessed, I flipped around. As soon as I was in place, Matty fisted my panties and ripped them clear off my body. Grasping my hip with one hand, he used his other to rub the tip of his cock against my still pulsing, soaked slit.

Lubing himself with my juices, he lined himself along my center and shoved in so deep I could practically feel him all the way up my spine.

Grunting like a wild animal, he seated himself to the hilt. With hands wrapped around my waist, he began to absolutely pummel my pussy with that enormous dick of his. Hanging onto the seat of his bike for dear life, Matty battered my core with the enthusiasm of a Viking warrior trying to get inside a well-guarded Abby.

“Fuck, Evie,” he rasped, his motions picking up even more momentum with each stroke. “You’ve got the tightest pussy I’ve ever known. I swear to God, Babe, it feels like you were fucking made for me.”

Though I had nothing to compare it to, I agreed. Whenever we joined our bodies, I felt like we’d been fashioned precisely for one another. There was no denying it. I was his and he was mine.

Standing on my tiptoes, I took the punishing force of his cock with gusto. Climbing toward a second orgasm, I reached between my legs and rubbed my clit.

“Fuck that’s hot,” Matty growled behind me, his fingers biting so hard into my hips I knew there’d be marks by the time we were done.

That statement was all it took. Between his praise and his dick rubbing against my slick walls at just the right angle, I went off like a firecracker. A strangled sound escaped my lips as literal flashes of color popped behind my closed eyelids.

“That’s it, Babe. Come for me. Come all over my dick,” he ground out, his hammering never letting up.

When my walls clenched so hard against his shaft that I thought it must have hurt, Matty shouted, “Fuck!” before he spewed thick ropes of his hot seed inside of me.

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