Page 2 of Stalemate

“Why am I here, Bish?” I know regardless of what he is saying there is a reason he called me down here and why there are dozens of roses littering his office. He moves over to the two-seater couch in here and sits, forcing me to adjust my position so I’m straddling his lap. Reaching up he tugs the elastic from my hair and fluffs it out. He’s always loved my long black hair. He smiles up at me but I can see in his eyes something is weighing on him. You can’t force Bishop to talk, he is the type of man you just have to wait for him to figure shit out in his head before he can express himself.

“Most people celebrate their anniversaries on the day they made it official and became a couple.” Confusion swarms inside me at his words. “Thing is, we aren’t most people like I said. For the past twenty years, you have asked me why on the fourteenth of May I buy you roses and take you out somewhere nice or buy you lavish gifts and all that shit. Want to know why?”

I feel like this is a trap but curiosity always gets the better of me. “You know I do.”

Reaching up he cups my face and leans forward until our foreheads are touching. “You choose to acknowledge the day we became official as our anniversary but I don’t. May fourteenth is the day I choose to celebrate because it’s the day you first walked through the front door of this house.” My eyes widen and begin to fill with tears. “I knew from the first moment I saw you that you were going to change my life. I had no idea then, given our age gap, that I would fall madly fucking in love with you or that you would become my wife or the mother to my son. May fourteenth is the day I celebrate because you gave me a reason to hope, baby.” A lone tear slides down my cheek, he swipes it away with his thumb before placing a soft kiss on my lips.

“I had no idea,” I whisper.

He smiles sadly and nods. “I know. Just your presence in this house gave me a reason to fight for more and the courage to get my siblings out from under our father’s torment. You had no idea the effect you had on me. I was a fool for letting you run from me, keeping my distance, hoping that you would be able to live a normal life without me.”

“Bishop, I was nothing without you. I was just a shell, an empty vessel without any meaning.”

“You are everything, Kiara Murdoch,” he growls. “You gave me the strength to do what I needed to, so I could save my family. The moment you accepted that scholarship I knew I wouldn’t be able to stay away from you. You are my everything. Without you, I am nothing, baby. I swore to you years ago on the day you agreed to love me until death that I would always be here loving you until my last breath. Shit, I’d still love you in the afterlife because you are mine no matter what!”

My heart swells inside my chest.

Unable to form words, I decide to show him how fucking much I love him and feel the exact same way. Without Bishop I am nothing. I love our son with every fiber of my being but Bishop is my soul. The only reason I would go on living in this world without him is because a part of him lives within our son. I mesh my lips to his and groan the moment his tongue invades my mouth, my senses kicking into overdrive at the taste of him.

Our hands are frantically touching each other, even after all these years we can’t seem to get enough of each other. I break our kiss, grip the lapels of his shirt and tear it open. Buttons fly everywhere but neither of us gives a shit. My lips are back on his in seconds as my hands roam all over his tattooed torso. He growls into my mouth the moment I grind down on his hardening cock. He grips my sports bra and yanks it over my head, freeing my tits, my nipples hard and begging for attention. Bishop cups them in his hands, flicking his thumbs over my hardened peaks, drawing a strangled moan from me.

“Fuck, I love these tits, baby,” he grits out. I throw my head back and cry out the moment he leans forward and sucks on my nipple. Jesus, the moment he swirls his tongue over it I feel myself soak through my panties. The ache in my core builds. I press down against him, needing friction, but he uses his free hand to clamp down on my waist and hold me still. He switches sides and pays my other nipple the same amount of attention. It’s fucking driving me crazy.

“Bishop, I need you inside me now,” I cry out when he bites down lightly on my nipple. He releases it with a wet pop and stares up at me with a devilish smile.

“Are you fond of these yoga pants?” Frowning, I shake my head unsure of what the hell he means until he reaches between our bodies and tears the crotch of my pants. Before I can say a word or chastise him for tearing my pants he shoves my soaked panties to the side and buries two fingers inside my tight wet pussy, drawing a sharp cry of pleasure from me. He continues to finger fuck my greedy little cunt as he grips the back of my neck with his other hand and yanks me forward until our foreheads touch. “You like that?”

My face contorts in pleasure as he curls his fingers inside me and hits that sweet spot. “Yes,” I pant.

“You want to come on my fingers or my cock?”

“Oh, God,” I cry out. I can feel my orgasm cresting and try with all my might to latch onto it but the bastard slows his pace. “Bishop!” I scold, his gaze hardens and he stops moving inside me.

“Answer me, now.”

“What?” In my foggy brain, I can’t remember what the fuck the question was.

“You coming on my fingers or my cock, Princess? Choose now or you don’t come and you’re gonna suck my dick instead.” I gape down at my husband, after all these years he should know by now I don't do well with ultimatums. I press up on my knees and almost whimper when his fingers slip out of me. The moment I stand, he begins to frown. I don’t hesitate, gripping his hair and pulling him forward until his face is buried inside my pussy. His hands grip my ass to keep me steady as he pushes his tongue inside me.

“Fuck!” I cry out as a shudder rolls through me from the pleasure he is drawing out of me. God, this man knows how to play my body like a master puppeteer.

Gripping his hair to hold him in place I grind against his face chasing my orgasm but my panties keep getting in the way, as if he can read my mind, he shreds my pants further, tearing my panties from my body. I expect him to throw them to the side but the moment he reaches up and stuffs them in my mouth I groan. I can taste my arousal and fuck if it doesn’t cause more moisture to gather at my center. Fuck, I love when he goes all beast on me and causes carnage to my body. Something about that shit is just so hot.

“Ride my fucking face, baby.” I do as he commands, grinding down onto his waiting tongue and chasing my release. I reach up and twirl my nipples between my fingers. His grip on my ass tightens as he sucks my clit into his mouth, then without warning my orgasm rips through me.

“Bishop…” I scream as I flop forward gripping the back of the sofa to try to keep myself upright as my orgasm takes over. He continues to lap at my pussy as shudders roll through me. I feel him undoing his pants, causing anticipation to thrum through me, knowing how fucking good it’s going to feel having his cock inside me.

“Sit on my fucking cock, princess.” I eagerly obey his demand and shift until I’m kneeling on either side of his thick thighs, his massive cock resting against his abs. My mouth waters at the sight of pre-cum on the head. Needing a taste, I swipe my finger over the tip and bring it to my lips. Bish’s gaze is laser focused on my mouth. I dart my tongue out and taste him, instantly my eyes slam closed and a whimper tumbles from my lips at the taste of him. My pussy clenches on air as I suck the digit into my mouth. Impatient as always, Bishop grips my hip with one hand and uses his other to guide his cock to my entrance.

Without warning or gentleness he slams inside me, drawing a strangled scream from me, fuck. The feeling of him stretching and filling me to the brink is fucking perfection. He wraps one arm around my waist, then buries the other in my hair, yanking on my strands to tilt my head back as he leans forward and sucks on my neck, marking me. I start to ride him, not able to stay still any longer. Groans tumble from him as he continues to kiss, suck, nip and lick his way down to my tits, where he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth.

I reach out and brace my hands on his shoulders for leverage as I begin to bounce up and down on him. I’m so fucking horny, I can feel myself getting wetter with each thrust. The only sounds that can be heard are our moans and skin slapping against skin. He releases my nipple with a pop before he claims my lips, swallowing my moans. Just like I knew he would, he begins to thrust up inside me, needing to be in control. Bishop has to be in control inside and outside of the bedroom—it's what makes him,him. I can’t stop it, another orgasm tears through me, I see stars and my vision turns hazy.

One day he is going to kill me from such intense pleasure.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum,” he grits out. I meet him thrust for thrust, needing to feel him fill me up. He comes roaring my name and fuck me if that isn’t the hottest sound I have ever heard in my life. It makes me feel fucking powerful, knowing I am the one who can bring him to such a height of pleasure.

We’re both breathing erratically. I flop forward and rest my face in the crook of his neck as his arms band around me, holding me close. He places a kiss on the top of my head. I smile up at him as I place a soft kiss on the underside of his jaw.

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