Page 56 of A Game Of Love

Wrapping my legs around him, I use the heels of my feet to push at his swim trunks, needing them off, needing to feel his cock against my soaked center.

Knowing what I’m trying to do, Bishop gives me a hand and shoves them down and off his body.

Now that his cock is free, I shamelessly grind my wet pussy against his hot, smooth, velvety shaft.

“Fuck, Lilly,” he groans, his breaths heavy against my lips.

“Please,” I whimper, nipping at his bottom lip. “I need you.”

“You have me,” he replies, walking us over to the shower.

His lips are on mine again as he blindly searches for the shower knobs.

He turns one, and down comes freezing cold water.

We break apart, him with a curse and me with a squeal.

“Fuck, shit, sorry.” He quickly rushes to make the water warm as my wet, naked body clings to him for warmth.

I laugh, burying my face into his neck.

“Something funny, Shorty?” He chuckles, too, his hand coming down on my ass, making a loud crack echo off the shower walls.

I moan, rocking my hips against his cock. “Nope.” I pull back to look at him, a playful grin on my face.

“Just for that, you're going to have to wait.” He raises a brow.

My smile drops.

“Wait for what?” I ask as he lowers me down to sit on the shower bench.

“For my cock.” He grins, backing up and switching on the waterfall shower heads. The shower cascades down on us, the warmth making me relax.

“And what are you going to do to make me wait? Just stand there?”

“Maybe.” He shrugs.

Biting my lip, I part my thighs slowly, scooting my butt to the edge of the bench, allowing my man a full view of my dripping cunt.

“Fuck me,” he hisses

“Thought you were gonna make me wait?” I taunt back, my hand gliding down between my legs.

I watch as his chest starts to rise and fall quickly, his eyes akin to that of a wild predator’s as they lock onto my pussy.

“Forget what I said,” he groans. “I was a stupid, stupid man.”

He takes a step forward, but I hold my hand up for him to stop. “Not so fast. If you were going to make me wait, it’s only fair I return the sentiment.”

My fingers find my swollen clit, and I whimper, adding pressure as I slowly rub circles.

“Lilly,” he groans like he’s in pain.

“Watch.” My breath hitches as I slip my fingers into my slick opening. I’m not sure where this braveness is coming from, but the fire in Bishop’s eyes as he watches me thrust my fingers in and out of myself like my cunt has him in some sort of trance, giving me a burst of confidence.

So, as he stands there in all his naked glory, I fuck myself with my fingers until I’m a panting mess.

Bishop stands still, cock hard and pointing straight at me, unable to take his eyes off what I'm doing.

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