A low moan left me, and I closed my eyes.
“Relax,” he said through gritted teeth. “Open up for me.” He slid into my body, my arousal making that massive, thick length sink in with ease despite him being so large. “Oh fuck.” He closed his eyes, his muscles contracting. “Jesus, Korrie. You’re so tight and wet.”
The air left me when he sank the last couple of inches into me and his balls rested flush with my body. For a moment he didn't move, and I knew it was because he was giving me a moment to adjust to his size and penetration.
I sucked in a lungful of air when he pulled out, the tip still lodged inside. He pushed back in slowly, the discomfort from not being used to something so big a little startling. But the pleasure far outweighed any pain.
He retreated and plunged back in. In and out. Back and forth.
“Yeah,” he groaned. “I knew you’d be like this, better than even my fucking fantasies.”
He started fucking me then, hard, fast, making me take all of his dick until I felt tears fill the corners of my eyes and I was sliding up the bed. He had a hand on my waist and the other on my shoulder as he plowed into me.
In and out.
In and out.
I was lost in sensation, sweat starting to coat my body, my legs wrapped around his waist as I held on. He fucked me. Made love to me.
Consumed me.
He was crazed in his movements, pounding into my body like he owned it.
Because he does.
I tightened my pussy around his pounding cock involuntarily, and I hissed out, “Yes.” I started pushing back against him, trying to make him go deeper, twisting my hips slightly, pressing my pussy down on him every time he thrust back into me.
He shifted his arm so it was now curled around my back, his fingers tunneled into my hair, holding the strands, still keeping me in place as he fucked me. Bishop leaned back, and I watched, mesmerized, as he looked between our bodies, watching himself plow into me. His gaze was heavy-lidded as his cock disappeared into me. Sweat glistened on his hard, defined body, and I craved to lick it all off, wanting it covering me. I’d never felt this kind of desire before, never even imagined it could be like this.
Bishop grunted every time he was balls-deep in me. The pleasure was never ending. He growled before thrusting several more times, his mouth parted, his muscles bulging with his power.
He braced his hands on either side of my head, his forearms straight, then swung his hips back and forth. “You’re mine. All. Fucking. Mine, Korrie.” He stared at my face, showing me how serious he was as he moved in and out of me, sliding into my body, stretching me. The pleasure and pain combined as one, bringing me over the edge. “Come for me again,” he whispered.
I came hard around him, my pussy tugging at his cock, my inner muscles milking him.
“Yes!” I shouted, not caring if I sounded like a damn banshee. “All yours, Bishop.”
He growled in approval at my words.
I felt him start to thrust into me harder, faster, his breath sawing in and out of his lungs. He was close. I wanted him to go over the edge right along with me, to take me under again and again.
He moved his hand between us, found my clit, and rubbed the little sensitive bundle back and forth.
“One more, baby. Just give me one more so I can follow you over.”
I didn’t think I had a fourth orgasm in me, but at that first touch of his fingers, as he rubbed and teased my clit, I came again, screaming out this time as I held on to him. And then he slammed into me, burying all that dick into my body, filling me up. I swore I felt his cock jerk, thicken even more. I swore I felt the heat of his seed as it filled me.
And the roar of completion that came out of him was nearly my undoing all over again. He leaned down and claimed my mouth, kissing me like he was starved. He had a hand cupped against the side of my face, holding me still as he made me take his kiss, as he made me take his orgasm.
And I loved all of it.
After long seconds he broke away, both of us covered in sweat, breathing out, and a sated sensation surrounding us. He pulled out of me with a grimace and laid down beside me. He was only on his back for a second before he turned to his side and gathered me in his arms, burying his face in my hair and trying to catch his breath.
“You’re everything I ever imagined, everything I never knew I needed, Korrie.”
I sighed in contentment and felt his arms tighten around me.
“I feel the same, Bishop,” I whispered, feeling his arms go even harder around me as if he was afraid I’d leave.
Never.
“You don’t even know how that feels to hear you say it,” he murmured against the crown of my head. “You’ll never know how much I… crave you.” He gave a big, shuddering sigh. “But I want to spend the rest of my life showing you.”
I closed my eyes and smiled, feeling his fingers skate up and down my side. “I want that, Bishop. I want to see where this goes with us.” I want more.
“I’m never letting you go, Korrie. God help me, but I can never let you go.”
13
Korrie
It was the sound of my phone buzzing on the nightstand that roused me. I cracked my eyes open and blinked a few times. The curtains were partially pulled, and although I could see the lights from the city, the night sky was still in place. I didn't know what time it was, but I felt groggy from sleep, sore from Bishop, and had a smile on my face.
I grabbed my phone and saw the time. The sun would be rising soon, and before confusion on who would be calling me this early set in, I stared at the name and number that flashed on the screen.
Sharon 8A.
At first I wasn't sure why our neighbor, Sharon, called me, let alone numerous times. There were two Sharons on the same floor with us, 8A being our actual neighbor and a saint in all senses of the word; then there was Sharon from 3B, emphasis on the B.
Not only did Sharon bust her ass as a night nurse at the nursing home a few blocks from us, but she was also happy to answer all kinds of medical questions I had. Added to that, she also found time to bake my father chocolate chip cookies—his favorite—once a week.
To say she was an angel was an understatement.
I sat up and unlocked my phone, seeing several missed calls as well as texts from her. My heart started beating as I scanned the messages from her, my brows pulled down low as panic settled in.
Korrie, this is Sharon. Call me as soon as you can.
I felt my brows knit in confusion, but then sheer panic settled in.
It’s Sharon again. Your father fell, and I’ve taken him to St. Anthony’s. I’ll keep trying to call with updates.
My heart was racing as I read each text.
They’ve admitted him with a broken hip. He’s doing fine and in good spirits otherwise, but he keeps asking for you.
Oh. God.
I was out of the bed and shoving on my clothes so fast I grew dizzy and surprisingly was pretty silent and stealthy in the act, since Bishop didn’t even move. His breathing stayed deep and even, and a flush stole over my entire body as I realized why he was out cold… why he was so spent.
I shook my head. I couldn’t think about anything like that. I had to focus on clearing my head and composing myself. The last thing I wanted to do was have my father see me in a frantic, panic-driven state.