Page 57 of A Game Of Love

I let my eyes roam his body, using him as my own in-person porn as I take in every curve of his tattooed muscles, his chest, arms, abs, all the way down to his cock.

It’s so damn big.

The thought of having him thrusting deep inside me has me working my fingers faster, pumping in and out before coming back up to play with my clit.

Just as I’m about to cum, Bishop grabs his cock, giving it a stiff jerk. “Cum, Lilly. Fucking soak your fingers with your sweet release,” he growls.

I’m barely holding on as it is, and his dirty words push me right over the edge.

Tipping my head back, I close my eyes, brows pinched as I cum hard, my orgasm washing over me in waves.

My pussy clamps around my fingers like a vice, pulsing around them. And I wish more than anything in this moment it was his cock I was shattering around instead.

Lips parting on a moan, my release shakes through my entire body.

“So fucking hot,” he murmurs in awe. “Do you know how fucking incredible you are?”

My eyes flutter open, cheeks heating as my breathing comes out in heavy pants while my head continues to spin from my climax.

The way he looks at me like I’m the sexiest thing he’s ever seen, makes me giddy.

Pulling my fingers free from my pussy, I hold them out. “Clean me up?” I ask, trying to sound all innocent, when we both know anything that’s about to happen is going to be as far from innocent as it can get.

With a growl, he stalks towards me, snatches my wrist, and brings my fingers to his mouth. Holding my gaze, he sucks my release clean from my fingers.

“So fucking sweet,” he moans as he pulls them free. Arousal drips from my cunt, mixing with the water.

“You know what would be sweeter?” I ask, licking my lips.

“What's that?” He leans forward, his hand pressed against the tile wall. He looms over me, looking down like he has me right where he wants me.

“If you kept your word and cleaned me up.” He grins at my brattiness. I love how his nostrils flare at my cheekiness. “And, you know... get me dirty again.”

Bishop’s chuckle is low and husky. He knows what I’m doing.

He nods his head, moving to take a step back. “Alright.”

Helping me to my feet, I stand on shaky legs. I thought he would get on his knees and clean me up that way. Like, I was really hoping he would.

But no, the asshole actually washes my hair and body.

If I wasn't so damn horny, I’d find it really sweet how he handles me with care.

Feeling a little disappointed, I go to step out of the shower once all the soap has washed away.

I don’t get far when Bishop grabs my wrist, pulling me back into the shower. I stumble, my back colliding with his chest.

He wraps his arm around me, holding me in place. I whimper when I feel his hard cock nuzzle its way between my ass cheeks.

“Where do you think you're going,il mio cuore?” he murmurs.

My breath hitches, his lips trailing up my throat.

“N-nowhere,” I breathe out, eyes fluttering closed as I tilt my head to the side.

He chuckles, making his chest vibrate. “No. You're not. Because I’m not done with you, Baby Girl. Not even close.”

The moan that leaves my lips when he bites down on my neck rings loud in my ears. Arousal drips down my thighs as the fire in my belly burns brighter. I want him so damn bad, and if he doesn’t get inside me soon, I might get down on my knees to beg.

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