Beneath These Shadows Page 61

I nodded. “I just want you.”

“And I want you to scream and squeeze the fuck out of my cock when you come.”

He released one hand and swept my hair over my shoulder and pressed his lips to the curve of my neck before trading it for his teeth. His fingers found my clit as the sharp sensation registered in my brain, and he began to move.

Decadent pain and overwhelming pleasure warred within me as he thrust and retreated, slamming against my G-spot. I screamed his name as my inner muscles spasmed.

Over and over, he fucked into me, delivering more pleasure than I thought possible.

“Fucking perfect,” Bishop growled into my ear, finally slowing. “So fucking perfect.”

He readjusted his grip, one hand coming around my hip to glide his fingers over my clit as the other thumb slid between my legs, gathering up my slickness. My overwhelmed brain tried to keep up with his movements, but didn’t compute.

Not until I felt that same thumb reposition itself right over my ass. All the nerve endings blared to life, and if it was even possible at this point, my pussy got wetter.

“Fuck, baby. You like that. My sweet naughty little cupcake wants my finger in her ass.”

He pressed against me, and another orgasm burst just before Bishop’s roar filled the kitchen.

He continued to thrust, to press, to devastate, for a few more moments before he collapsed over my back, his arm holding us both up.

For long minutes, neither of us moved.

Before he pulled out of me, Bishop growled one more word into my ear. “Mine.”

I’D NEVER COME SO FUCKING hard in my entire life. Bare. Inside Eden. The feeling was primal, and I wanted to end every night buried inside her before I tucked her into my side and we both passed out from exhaustion.

I wanted to wake up every morning by slipping inside that sweet pussy so the first thing she felt in the morning was how hard I could make her come.

Before, that was just a fantasy. Now, I wanted to make it a reality. I carried Eden to her bed and laid her down before heading into her bathroom to find a washcloth to clean her up. She tried to sit up when I returned, but I pressed her back down.

“I’m taking care of you. Let me.”

She didn’t protest, and I wondered how embarrassed she must be. She’d have to get used to it. Besides, I loved seeing the hot pink color rise in her cheeks. The dim light shining from the bathroom spilled onto her, and I wondered how far I could get that color to spread.

“You like when I play with your ass, don’t you?”

There it went. Almost immediately, rising higher and diving lower. Her gaze darted away before returning to mine.

“Maybe.”

“You like it. You want it. Makes you feel naughty, doesn’t it? That forbidden thrill? Knowing I’m going to take you there and you’re gonna beg for it?”

The blush kept going.

“You gotta know it makes me harder than a fucking rock to even think about it. Knowing that no one has ever touched you there, and I’m the one who’s going to corrupt you?”

I could tell she fought the urge to look away, but my girl was tougher than that.

“You can admit it. You can like it.”

“I can’t help it. I like everything you do to me.”

The smile that crossed my face had to be the epitome of smug son of a bitch. “I’ll never give you anything but pleasure. Fucking promise.” I returned to the bathroom and finished my own cleanup before turning off the light and coming back to her bed.

Wrapping myself around her, I tucked my cock between her ass cheeks. Perfect fucking place to sleep. She shifted back against me, and I wrapped an arm around her and pressed a kiss to her hair.

“Goodnight, cupcake.”

Her breathing had already evened out, and I knew she was under. It didn’t stop me from saying the words.

“Fucking love you, Eden.”

THE NEXT MORNING, I WOKE up with a moan as Bishop’s hard cock pressed into me from behind.

Full.

So fucking full.

His fingers played over my clit like he knew every move that would take me higher and higher until I screamed.

“Need more. Deeper.” He pulled us both up so I was on my knees, my ass in the air, and he pounded into me, never letting up on my clit.

My pillow muffled the screams as I came.

Bishop climaxed with a yell and his cock pulsed as he poured into me.

Morning sex was a revelation. Even after I collapsed back onto the bed in an ungraceful pile, Bishop cleaned me up again, and this time I couldn’t summon the energy to be embarrassed. My body had apparently decided that it was his and he could do whatever he wanted with it. I couldn’t find any rational reason to disagree with this new development.

When he returned, he pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “We slept in, babe. What time do you have to work today?”

This yanked me from my happy post-orgasm state, and I rolled out of bed. “It’s Saturday, right? Which means noon. What time is it?”

“Eleven fifteen. You got time.”

“Shit!” All relaxation evaporated. “I need to shower and get dressed.”

“I’ll take you. We can shower together.”

I turned around and looked at him. “Oh no. If we’re going to shower together, I’m definitely going to be late. I’ve never had shower sex, so I’m not rushing through the first time.”

Bishop’s laugh, something I didn’t hear nearly enough, echoed off the walls of my bedroom.

“Deal. I’ll shower at home. You do your thing.”


Forty minutes later, I walked in the door of Your Favorite Hole after standing on the sidewalk and kissing Bishop for a solid five minutes. I think three people told us to get a room.

Fabienne was behind the counter, and Asha pumped her fist in the air when she saw me. “Thank Christ. I need to go home and sleep. This shift has been killer.” She covered her mouth with a yawn.

Fabienne shook her head at the girl. “You’ve been dragging ass all day, so don’t pretend like you worked all that hard.”

“I’m here; you can get back to bed.”

Both women looked at me, and Fabienne jerked her head toward the front window.

“You totally got laid this morning, didn’t you? I thought you were going for a second round the way he was about to eat you alive on the sidewalk.”

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