Page 7 of Swamp Kings 2

“Yeah?” He held her hips and pulled her lower body away from the wall then jerked her down to meet his thrust. “Yeah, I fucking like when you scream, did you know that?” He jerked her again and again and again, then slowed. “Your fucking tits.” He gripped one in his hand and kneaded with a hunger, keeping his cock buried. He grabbed her jaw next. “Lookat me while I fuck my angel’s cunt.”

Oh God, he was driving her out of her mind with his hot lust. She watched him through slitted eyes, gasping and moaning, waiting. “Fuck me,” she breathed, putting all her heart’s desire in the words, praying he was right about the power she had. “Do it,” she whispered.

He held her throat and the feel of his powerlit her body up. He looked down between them and placed his thumb on her clit, swirling circles over it.

“Oh yes,” she barely cried, moving her hands to her breasts.

His gaze shot up to watch her squeeze them and strum her fingers over her nipples. “Play with your fucking clit,” he grit, holding her hips again. “Keep being sofuckingnasty,” he ordered, his gaze roaming slowly up her body before locking on her stare. “Are you my nasty angel?”

She nodded then blasted her, “Yes!” while squeezing her nipple and rubbing her clit faster.

He got back to long, slow strokes with that furious finish, each pounce bringing her shriek and her orgasm closer. “Yes, yes,” she wanted to weep, rubbing herself faster.

“Get so fucking close,” he ordered, leaning in for a rough, hungry kiss. “Your pussy is quivering on my cock.”

“Yes, oh God yes,” she shuddered, squirming on him. “Oh Bishop,” she added when he returned to those slow, long strokes. “BISHOP!”

The next brutal flick set off her orgasm. He kept his cock so deep, using only his grip on her hips to jam his cock. She camesohard, pulling his hair, her body arching off the wall. And thenhecame.There wasnoorgasm hard enough to stand against his. He blasted through her remnant and she rode the storm that he became. God, he was a 10.0 lust-quake with aftershocks that she’d surely feel for a week.

“You have a death wish,” he gasped on her mouth in the aftermath, his forehead against the wall next to hers.

She kissed up the remains of his ecstasy, amazed with how much she could love something. “Your ballerina issomuchstronger than you realize,” she whispered, kissing every inch of his beautiful mouth. “And our baby will haveourstrength.” She let out a small laugh. “It’s his poor wife we’ll need to worry about.”

He chuckled, chasing her tongue with his. “Or her husband. But then who cares about him?”

She laughed, loving that. “Right? Fuck that asshole’s dick off, who cares.”

“Ugh, stop. I can’t handle talking about this with our daughter.”

“She can join up with the nuns.”

“And fucking marry a robot?”

Beth sucked in a breath as Bishop carried her to the bed. “I forgot about that. But they are super protective? Created to be the perfect husband?” He sat her on the bed and jumped up next to her. “You could… maybe…have a hand in his blueprint?”

He answered with an angry sounding groan then dragged her down with his bossy arm for a full-body cuddle. She smiled when he glued himself to her backside then locked her down with his heavy leg. “Yes.”

She angled her head. “Yes what?”

“Yes, I will. If we have a girl and this world is as fucked as it is now, God forbid. She’ll have her very own indestructible mate to keep her safe.”

“Oh, wouldn’t it be cool if you could create him as a child she grows up with?”

“Pfff,” he mumbled in her hair. “Didn’t you hear I’m theQuantumArchitect? I can create any damn thing I want.”

She considered that for real, pulling his arm up to her mouth and kissing it. “Quantum Architect.” She angled her gaze over her shoulder. “I know we’re joking but… it’s terrifyinglypossible, isn’t it? Not that weeverwould but that wecouldis… justinsane.Considering what they’ve already made? I think of Kaphas as a husband and… wow, can you imagine our daughter having such a being soobsessedover her?”

He pulled her closer to him with a soft moan. “Don’t provoke my jealousy, Ma Petite.”

She grinned, kissing his arm softly. “Why? What will you do?”

“Mmmm,” he moaned, sounding half asleep. “I’ll… Quantum Architect his ass in a robot grave.”

She busted out laughing. “A robot grave. Like a metal box?”

“In an alternate universe.”

“That’s so sweet,” she sighed. “But for real… what do you think you’ll be creating once you’re like… superman?”

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