I SHOULD HAVE BEEN FREAKED. I should have been terrified. But instead, the adrenaline pumping through my veins manifested in a completely different fashion. When Bishop cleared the stairs, I was ready for him.
“I want more. Tonight. I want everything you promised me, and I’m not going to let anything get in the way.” I wasn’t sure I’d ever spoken bolder words that were more true.
His neutral expression changed in an instant.
“Fuck, I’m glad you said that. Because I’m dying for you, cupcake.” Bishop crossed the floor and lifted me into his arms. “Fuck the world. I don’t care if it burns to the ground. I need to be inside you.”
His lips crushed to mine, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He carried me to the bedroom and lowered me onto the bed. Ever since I’d come in the middle of the courtyard at Pat O’Brien’s, I’d been wet and ready for more.
Before the bitchy hostess incident, I’d been teasing myself with the thought of Bishop dragging me off to the ladies’ room and taking me against the wall. I made a mental note to add that to my list for later.
It seemed the man had quite the talent for checking things off my lists.
When he pulled back, my gaze zeroed in on the bulge beneath his zipper. I already knew what I was getting, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t just as excited to get my hands on it.
But Bishop had other plans. He tossed my dress up and buried his face between my legs.
“Fuck, baby. I wanted to feel you coming on my tongue earlier. I’m gonna eat this pretty pussy for dessert, and then I’m going to make you scream.”
My hips lifted toward him, sending an undeniable message that I wanted this just as bad as he did.
“Please.”
Bishop splayed his hand out over my center. “If you were wearing panties, I’d rip them off you like the guy did at Pat O’Brien’s. But you’re such a naughty fucking girl that I don’t have that option.”
He dragged his fingers over my most sensitive skin. “You know how fucking hot it was to watch you walk through the streets knowing I could reach under your dress and touch nothing but bare skin? Do you know how many times I had to talk myself out of dragging you into an alley and finding out how tight this little pussy would feel around my cock?”
“I want it. I want it all.”
His lips twisted into a smile. “You want to be my bad girl, don’t you? My naughty girl? If you only knew all the things I wanted to do to you.”
I started to reply, but whatever words I meant to speak died as Bishop moved his hand and bent between my legs. His tongue stroked me from top to bottom before spearing inside. He moaned against me, like he was truly enjoying every lick and suck as much as he might his favorite dessert.
The feeling was decadent, and heat radiated from my pussy outward.
“So fucking sweet.” He lifted a hand and slid two fingers inside me, reviving all the nerves that had been so overwhelmed by my earlier orgasm. They were ready for more. I was ready for more.
And he gave me more.
Curling his fingers, he found that perfect spot at the same time his lips closed over my clit, unleashing an orgasm like a tsunami. I gripped the sheets of the bed with both hands as I writhed against his face, shameless as I took my pleasure. I didn’t feel inexperienced with Bishop; I felt amazing. Desired. Wanton.
It was fabulous.
Slick with my wetness, he pulled a finger out and slid it lower, brushing over a part of me that I’d never expected him to touch.
My entire body jumped, not out of fear, but from surprise and a sensation overload.
“You’ve never tested this sweet little ass, have you, cupcake? Never had anyone play with it and get you off just from the thought of how dirty and bad and naughty you’d be if you let someone touch it?”
I shook my head.
“Sweet little virgin asshole.” His eyes darkened. “It’s sexy as fuck to know that I’m the only guy who’s ever touched it.”
He dropped his mouth back to my pussy and proceeded to tease my clit until I was screaming and pressing against the finger he hadn’t moved. It breached the muscle and slipped inside, and I froze.
A riot of sensations rolled through me. Oh my God. He had his finger in my ass. I didn’t even know how to process it, but Bishop had no such difficulties.
“Someday you could take my cock here, but I gotta work you up to fitting it in that tight little pussy of yours first.”
His dirty words sent me over the edge into another orgasm, this one darker and more delicious than the last.
When Bishop rose above me again, he was tearing open a condom packet with his teeth. “You’re so fucking soaked. I can’t wait to slide every inch inside you.”
Everything in my body felt like it was moving faster, down to the very blood pumping through my veins.
“Yes.”
He rolled the condom on and pressed my legs open wider. “I wanted to take this slower, but you’re killing me, cupcake. You’re fucking killing me.”
“I don’t want slower. I want you. Now. Right now. Don’t make me wait.”
His gaze heated again, and he lined up his cock and notched it against my entrance.
“So fucking tight and so fucking wet. You’re going to milk this orgasm right out of me. I’m not going to stand a chance.”
He pressed inside inch by inch, and my nipples hardened as he filled me. Twinges of sensation, not quite pain, not quite pleasure, zinged through my body until his thumb landed on my clit and I screamed.
Screamed.
Everything was a blur after that. I bucked up against his cock as he began to move and groan and fuck.
The orgasm hit me so hard and so fast, I couldn’t keep my eyes open. Stroke after stroke, I writhed beneath him and begged him not to stop.
It was a revelation. It was everything.
When Bishop’s groan filled the room and he fell to his forearms above me, I knew I was screwed. Not just literally, but every way imaginable.
Everything I’d wanted, he’d delivered. And now I had absolutely no idea what to do next.