Page 58 of A Game Of Love

Bishop spins me around, and within seconds, I’m in his arms, pressed against the shower wall. I gasp, head leaning against the tiles.

He tucks his face into my neck, breathing me in with a pained groan. “Do you understand how much I fucking love you, Lillianna? How every fiber of my being craves you.” He nips at my throat, and I rock my hips, needing his thick cock inside me. “I fucking need you,il mio cuore,” he moans, running his nose up the curve of my jaw.

“Then take me,” I plead, my eyes flicking between his as my breathing quickens. “Please, Bishop. I don’t want sweet and slow right now. That's not who we are. I just want you. Raw, real passion.”

“Are you sure?” he asks, face softening. “I don’t want you to think I’m just in this for sex, Lilly. I want to treat you how you deserve, to show you I love you.”

Ugh, this man.How could anyone think of him as anything but a teddy bear?

“I know you don’t want me for just sex.” I laugh. “I’m not sure what would give you the impression that I would. And I know you love me.” I reach up and brush his wet hair from his face. “If there's something you do that I don’t like, I’ll let you know. But don’t treat me like I’m some delicate flower. I’m not. I might be small, but...” I bite my lip. “I think you’ve awakened a beast.”

His grin turns feral. “Oh really? How so?”

“I want you. All the time. One look at you, or Toby, has my panties fucking melting. And watching you play?” I scoff. “I don’t even stand a chance of sitting through a practice or a game and staying dry.”

He laughs, pressing his forehead to mine. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Now, fuck me.” I grin. “With no condom. I want to feel you, Bishop, every inch of your hot, thick cock. I want to feel you pulsing inside me, filling me up with every last drop of your cum.”

“Fucking hell,” he growls, his eyes growing dark. Lips crashing into mine, I moan as I cling to him.

We’ve talked about this before. We’re both clean, I’m on birth control, and well, I’m a girl with a cum kink. A condom would just be sad.

My hands claw at his back, pussy grinding against his cock. There’s been way too much of that. I need it inside me this time.

Reaching between us, I guide the tip of his cock to my entrance. Pulling back, panting, I beg, “Please.”

He doesn’t hesitate, thrusting forward.

“Oh fuck!” he shouts, his fist banging against the wall as I scream. “Oh my god.” It comes out more of a sob as his length fucking impales me.

The stretch sends a spark of pain through my core. He’s so damn big.

“Fuck, Lilly. Did I hurt you?”

“No.” I shake my head. “I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine.” His eyes flick between mine. “Shit,” he groans. “Nope. Not doing this. Not for your second time.”

“What do you mean?”

“Toby fucked you like an animal against the wall of the damn locker room for your first time. As much as I want to do the same to you here in the shower, it's not fucking happening.”

I’m about to protest, tell him I’m fine, that I think it’s hot for him to fuck me in the shower. Then his hands grip my ass as he holds me, carrying me to the room while his cock is still inside me.

I cling to him as he kneels on the bed, moving us until we’re in the center before he lays me on my back.

“What are you doing?” I ask, voice barely a whisper.

“Giving you a damn bed like you deserve,” he murmurs.

He kisses me, and I mewl as he starts to rock into me. He drags his cock all the way out, nice and slow, before thrusting back in deep. Again and again, he fucks me.

It’s not soft and sweet, but it’s not wild either.

It’s amazing. My body is on fire, humming with every snap of his hips, his cock gliding in and out of me, teasing my inner walls.

My body hums at his touch; the way one of his hands fists my hair, the way he kisses me deeply, the way his tongue dances with mine, his other hand grasps my breast, massaging it before he pulls at my nipple.

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