Page 6 of The Gift

“I’m not a monster. If you want to stop, all you have to do is say the word.” I hope my words reassure her.

A moment later, she releases my hair. I keep my gazelocked on her face as I go back to eating her pussy. It takes mere moments for her eyes to fall closed in pleasure. I probe her pussy with a single finger, marveling at the heat and tightness. I’ll have to take my time and make sure she is ready before I fuck her. My eight-inch cock will most certainly hurt her if she is this tight.

“Bishop,” she says with a moan, using my road name—I never told her my real name. “I’m going to come.”

I insert a second finger into her channel and blow over her distended clit. “Come for me, beautiful. I need to feel your pussy strangling my fingers.”

My words set her off, her walls clamping down violently on my fingers while her whole body shakes. She moans beautifully, wantonly, her head thrown back in ecstasy.

Lifting her spent form from the chair, I cradle her to my chest as I retake my seat. I pet her softly, running my hands over her arms and sides until the shaking subsides. I wonder if her orgasms are always this intense. I loved seeing her fall to pieces for me and I can’t wait to see it again.

“Thank you,” she says after long moments.

“Fuck, babe. You don’t need to thank me for making you come.”

“But I want to,” she says sliding from my lap.

Chapter Five

Allegra

I’m on my knees between his thighs, staring up at him from beneath my lashes. I undo his belt, pop the button on his jeans, and lower his zipper. Without underwear in the way, his massive erection springs free. I lick my lips, trying to figure out the logistics of what I am about to do.

“You don’t have to…” Bishop starts. He ends the sentence with a moan.

I wrap my lips around the angry red crown, running my tongue along the slit. I suck lightly, watching and listening to all his reactions. I wrap a hand around the base at the same time he wraps his hand in my hair. He takes over my movements, working my mouth up and down his length.

“Jesus!” he curses, his hips lifting off the chair. “Your mouth is a miracle.”

I hum, causing him to curse again. His thigh trembles beneath the hand not stroking his cock. I know that each person has their own sexual preferences, but this is all just one big experiment. Using my teeth, I lightly scrape at the head of his cock, precum coating my tongue.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he shouts loudly.

I’m down on my knees, but I have never felt so powerful. Ever. I always thought that women who gave blowjobs were the weaker sex, but that isn’t true. I’m in control of the entire situation. I fondle his balls, watching the tendons in his neck strain with the effort of holding back.

My pussy is wetter than it has ever been and we’re still just in the foreplay phase. My breasts are heavy, and my nipples as hard as diamonds as arousal thrums through my veins.

I work harder at his length, my head bobbing up and down quickly. His breathing becomes erratic, and I know that heis getting close. I want to push him over the edge, taste his cum on my tongue, but he rips me away.

Lifting me quickly from the floor, he throws me down in the middle of the massive king-sized bed. I bounce once before landing on my back. Bishop stares at me with a deranged look on his face and excitement rages through my system. I feel sexy and desired. Spreading my legs wider, I watch him swallow before rubbing his hand over his mouth.

“We need to slow down,” he says, his voice gravelly, his gaze never moving from my exposed sex.

“I thought we weren’t going too fast?”

Did I do something wrong? Why would he want to stop?

“Babe,” he says with a sigh. “I’m really trying to be a gentleman here. I will wreck your pretty little pussy if I fuck you now. I have almost no control left.”

I stare at him in disbelief. I appreciate that he is thinking of me, that he doesn’t want to hurt me. But I don’t want soft and sweet. I want real.

Using the fingers on my right hand, I rub my exposed sex. The wetness of my arousal clings to the tips. Bishop makes a sound deep in his throat before his body covers mine. He rips my hand away from my sex, sucking my fingers into his mouth. Somewhere along the way he stripped. The head of his cock prods at my entrance, and I almost stop him.

I don’t get the chance though. Bishop strokes into me, his cock buried to the hilt as I scream to the ceiling.

He freezes above me, confusion scrolled across his features.

I breathe deeply, trying to will the pain to the background.

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