Page 9 of The Gift

“Oh God.” The words fall from my lips on a moan, his cock reaching nerve endings I didn’t even know I had. “Harder.”

“Babe…”

“You promised me one night, Bishop. You’re supposed to make this unforgettable but instead, you’re holding back.” I caress his cheek, waiting for him to look at me.

“I already hurt you.”

“Yes, the hard part is over,” I say in response. “Or did popping my cherry turn you off?”

A moment later, I find myself on my hands and knees, screaming as Bishop fucks me from behind. His cock reaches deeper places in this position, allowing me to feel things I have never felt before. The pleasure is intense and overwhelming and exactly what I wanted.

His strokes are slow, deep, and measured as he speaks.“I’ll remember this night for the rest of my fucking life.” Bishop whispers the words in my ear. “Your tight pussy wrapped around my cock, the way your virgin blood coated my erection, your every moan and scream when I hit just the right spot. There isn’t a single fucking thing that could ever make me not want you. I would live in this perfect pussy if you let me.”

His words are filthy and perfect. I didn’t know that I needed the reassurance, but hearing him say these things has my heart constricting in my chest.

“If you keep fucking me like this, you’re welcome to use me for a booty call whenever you feel like it.” My words end on a shameless moan. “Your cock is perfect, and your filthy mouth just makes it better.”

“Oh babe,” he says with a chuckle. “You have no idea how dirty I can be. The things I’ve thought about doing to you and this pussy should be illegal.”

I moan and my pussy clamps down on his cock.

“But I’m not going to tell you any of that. I am going to show you,” he explains. “Before you walk out of this room tomorrow morning, I will fuck you on every surface, in every way imaginable. I will fuck you until your voice is hoarse from screaming my name over and over.”

“Yes please,” I beg, my voice a low whisper.

“Good girl,” he praises, before spanking my ass, setting off my orgasm.

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I lie in bed as Bishop saunters to the suite door in nothing with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. I watch the tattoo on his back flex and move with every step he takes. I hear him speak to someone before closing the door again. Soon after, he wheels in a tray, and I can’t fight my smile.

“What did you do?”

“After you passed out again, thanks for that by the way it’sgood for my ego, I ordered some food. You’re going to need your energy,” he says with a smirk.

I laugh as he winks at me. He’s a cocky motherfucker, but it suits him.

“What did you get?”

“Well, seeing as we don’t really know each other, I didn’t know what you like or if you’re allergic to anything, I got some of everything.”

“I’m a vegetarian.”

The look of disgust that crosses his feature has me rolling with laughter. You’d think I told him I drink the blood of goats or something.

“I’m not allergic to anything except cats and penicillin,” I say when I stop laughing. “And I’m not picky about food. But I don’t eat pickles.”

He sets the tray beside the table in the corner before unloading items. The smell of bacon hits me, and I slip from the bed. On the floor is the plain black t-shirt he was wearing earlier, and I slip it over my head to cover my nudity. I don’t care if he sees me, but I really am hungry and I want to eat first.

I grab the plate with the burger and pull it over to my side of the table while he takes a seat. He fills a glass with orange juice before sliding it over to me while I devour what is probably the best burger I’ve ever eaten.

“Remember to breath in between,” he jokes, and I give him the finger.

“What else did you get?” I ask after swallowing.

“Some chicken strips, onion rings, and a slice of chocolate cake.”

We move to the couch where eat in silence, sharing the piece of cake. The meal is delicious, and the fact that I can sit with someone in companionable silence is perfect. I don’t feel the need to fill the moment with idle chatter or anything likethat.

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