Page 4 of Secret Sin

“I’m getting there, kitten. You can’t rush these things.” Bishop slid a finger inside me. I was more sore than I’d realized, but when he hooked that finger to tap at a spot inside me, the pleasure already simmering in my veins magnified tenfold.

I moaned. Loudly.

“Jesus, it feels so good.” I’d had orgasms before, but this was different. With Bishop’s fingers stirring up a fire inside me, my body quivered and quaked with the impending threat of a tidal wave of pleasure. When he finally sucked on my clit, stimulating the swollen bundle of nerves, the wave crashed over me so thoroughly that I lost all control. A cry of pure bliss clawed its way from my throat. My body convulsed, and I was pretty sure my soul momentarily left my body.

As I recovered, Bishop covered my body with his, then kissed me deeply.

“Taste yourself on my tongue, kitten.Nowyou’re ready.” He raised my knees back and nudged himself an inch inside me.

I felt an odd emptiness after my orgasm. Like my body knew something was missing, but the pressure of his intrusion had me reflexively tensing.

“Easy, baby. Try to relax. I don’t want to hurt you more than I already have.”

I nodded and took a calming breath.

“Thatta girl.” His voice grew tight with strain. He rocked into me one slow inch at a time until he was buried all the way to my womb. “Fuck, this tight little pussy was made for me.”

“God, Bishop. I feel so full.” The words were nothing but wisps of air. All my energy was focused on reconciling this strange new feeling of absolute possession. Of being totally and completely enveloped by a man. He had captured all my senses—rendered me helpless but to absorb his taste, touch, and even smell. He was everywhere and everything, and I couldn’t get enough.

Then he started to move.

Slow and steady at first, he gradually pumped faster and harder until nothing else existed but our intoxicating connection. No expectations or rules. No consequences or responsibilities. We were suspended in a magical moment consisting of pure carnal desire.

He pressed my knees farther back, curving my spine and allowing him even deeper. I clung to his body, urging him onward and pleading for more.

“Is this what you wanted, kitten?” he asked through heavy pants. “To have my cock buried balls deep inside you?”

“Yes.” My eyes rolled back as a shimmering brilliance teased and sizzled between my legs. Like my orgasm before but different. More. As though any release I’d ever had in the past was just a sample of what was possible. Of what I was about to experience.

“Fuck, I want to see my cum drip from your wet pussy.”

To my surprise, it was Bishop’s filthy words that nudged me ever closer to the cliff’s edge. I hadn’t known words alone could be so erotic, but every time he spoke, my insides melted.

“Bishop!”

“My girl likes it dirty, doesn’t she?” He was like a freight train, relentlessly tunneling us both toward ecstasy. “That’s it, baby. Squeeze my cock.Jesus.”

My lips parted in a silent cry as a cataclysmic orgasm overtook me. It swept me away and temporarily erased me from existence. I was nothing but tingling sensation. A river of molten pleasure.

Bishop’s release erupted with a growl that reverberated from deep in his chest. He clenched me close for three slow but deliberate final thrusts, his body bowed around mine.

I basked in the afterglow.

I’d done what I’d set out to do, and everything about the moment was utter perfection, aside from our little hiccup. I felt certain Bishop would get over my deception. If he felt half as blissed out as I did, he could forgive a multitude of sins. What other choice did he have?

I didn’t even realizeI’d fallen asleep until my phone rang hours later. It was seven thirty at night, and Conner was calling to find out why the hell I hadn’t shown up for work. I mumbled an apology, then tossed the phone back on the nightstand, only to roll over and realize the bed was empty.

The fuck?

I peered around the dark room. The setting sun cast only a soft glow through the shades, but I saw no signs of Pippa. No note or discarded clothes. She could have been waiting for me in another room, but something told me she was gone. Motherfucker.

I’d rolled onto my back after the best sex of my life, my sated kitten draped over me, and passed out. The two hours of sleep I’d had the night before had caught up with me. Feeling Pippa’s soft body pressed against mine was the last thing I remembered. Shit. Had she tried to wake me? How long had she lain there, wondering if I would wake up?

Talk about firsts. I didn’t think I’d ever been walked out on. It was usually the other way around—me slipping out of some chick’s apartment, hoping to skip the awkward morning-after talk. I should have been happy, then. Right? She’d saved me the trouble of sending her on her way. Except what we’d done hadn’t been an ordinary screw. Hell, the words Pippa and ordinary didn’t even belong in the same sentence.

Instead of relief, I felt this strange clawing sensation under my skin. Irritation. I didn’t like that she was gone. What the hell was wrong with me?

I shoved off the bed and made a quick loop of my apartment. My instincts were right—no sign of her. I didn’t like not knowing if she made it home safely even though it had been light out when she left. I decided that I should check on her and make sure she was okay, trying to convince myself it was her safety that concerned me rather than finding out the reason for her disappearance.

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