BISHOP’S MIND WAS all over the place on the drive home. Guilt tried to work its way in, but he wouldn’t let it stop him. Not tonight. He was going to have this, whether his conscience liked it or not.

The moon had come out from behind clouds, and Bishop was glad to see it. He’d take Penelope to his room, and he’d leave his curtains open. Moonlight would stream through his windows, lighting her naked body for his delight.

At dawn, Bishop would watch her sleep. Memorize the gut-achingly beautiful vision of her in his bed after he’d made love to her all night. He almost couldn’t believe what he was about to do. How many times had he jerked off in that bed, making himself come as he dreamed about doing exactly this?

“You’re on the pill?” His husky, commanding tone sounded as brusque as a squadron leader’s.

“Yes.”

Did he detect a huskiness in her voice too? She was gripping the steering wheel with both hands, and her knuckles glowed white in the streetlights. Though he couldn’t see the speedometer, his senses told him she was driving faster than was prudent on the dark road.

“Careful, honey.” He put his hand on her knee, a safe amount lower than the hem of her dress so as not to distract her driving. “Drive safe. I don’t want anything to delay getting you underneath me.”

She closed her eyes for a moment and made a noise between a moan and a gasp. “God, shut up,” she groaned. “You could make me come just by saying those things.”

He couldn’t be sure, but he thought she sped up instead of slowing down. She never did what she was told.

When they finally pulled into the drive, Pen shut the car off right in front of the manor’s main entrance instead of heading around back to the parking pad. They were out of the car and up the outside stairs like they were making an escape, and in a way, they were.

Penelope whirled at the door to face him, breathless and wild, and Bishop moved straight from cresting the top stair to pressing her flat against the door with his entire body, his mouth already devouring hers.

She reached high to wrap her arms around his neck and he shoved both hands up the back of her dress, cupping her bare ass in his wide palms, digging his fingers into her flesh. He ground his pelvis against her, making her feel what he was going to use to stretch her open.

He slid his hands down to the backs of her thighs and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around him and squirmed like she couldn’t get him in her fast enough. The noises they made didn’t even sound human. They were animal noises of want and need. Frustration, personified.

He took the keys from her hand and found the lock on the fourth try. It was hard to concentrate with Pen wrapped around him, biting his earlobe. They practically fell into the house.

He forcibly unwrapped her from around him while she whined like a starving succubus.

“Go upstairs to my room,” he demanded, jabbing a finger in that direction.

She smiled wickedly. “Yes sir,” she drawled.

He locked the front door and followed her up the stairs, pulling his shoes off as he went. He dropped them in his room and locked that door too. He turned slowly, pressing his back to the door.

This was it. They’d locked out the rest of the world.

He sucked in a lungful of air and considered what he was about to do. Pen stood next to his bed, washed in moonlight. This was the last moment to reconsider, but his defenses were too weak. Young, innocent Pen was ready to give him her world.

He couldn’t fight it any longer, so he finally let that dam in his head break open, and it flooded his head with all the filthy things he wanted to do to sweet Penelope. All the things he’d never let himself consider before.

Bishop cut across the room to her. Illuminated the way she was, she looked like an angel. Slowly, he began unbuttoning her dress. With every inch lower, he kissed the flesh he exposed, until he was on his knees in front of her and her dress was pooled at her feet.

“Take off your bra,” he demanded, not moving his eyes from her lovely mound, right in front of him. Her panties were still in his pocket. He put his hands on the outsides of her thighs, stroking her silky skin.

When he heard the soft sound of her lingerie settle on the floor, he looked up. She was naked, her tits rounded, nipples distended and hard. He was right where he should be, he thought. On his knees, worshipping her.

He buried his face against her pussy, kissing and sucking the sensitive flesh. She was still wearing her heels, and it gave her just the right height so if he crouched lower he could slide his tongue into the very front of her folds. Just enough so that if he probed, he could reach her hard button of a clit. He swiped the tip of his tongue against it and her breath caught.

She plunged her hands into his hair and pressed him to her, canting her hips forward to allow him more direct access. He ran his hands up and down the backs of her smooth, trembling legs.

“Bishop,” she gasped his name. “I want to sit so I can spread my legs.” She sounded like she couldn’t think straight.

“No.” He wrapped his fingers around her ass cheeks, stretching his tongue further between her thighs. “You’ll come like this first.”

“I need it, Bishop. I can’t stand it.” She dug her fingers into his scalp, her desperation evident.

He spoke against her soft, wet flesh, his words a deep rumble from the darkness within him. “When you spread your legs for me tonight, Penelope, it’ll be so I can climb on top of you and stretch you open with my cock. Teach you how a woman pleases a man.”

“Fuck,” she practically squealed. “It makes me so hot when you talk to me like that.”

He changed his technique to sucking at the front of her lips, knowing it would stimulate her clit too. This would send her over the edge. He knew her body so well.

He’d made studying his ward’s sexual response a special project since she’d turned eighteen.

That thought was so dirty it made him groan against her, and Pen fisted her hands in his hair and convulsed, thrusting her hips forward in rhythm with her climax. He continued to lick until she only twitched with pleasure in his grip.

He stood and scooped her up. She was so small in his arms. He placed her in the center of the bed and crawled onto the mattress, between her legs. He braced an arm next to her and leaned in, kissing her.

His tongue, that she’d come on only moments before, was in her mouth, making her taste her own excitement.

“You don’t know what you do to me, Pen.” His words had a pleading quality about them as he moved his hand to her breasts. He wasn’t sure he could survive what he was about to do to her. The pleasure, the need, the guilt, the ecstasy. God, it was too much.

Cupping her breasts one at a time, he tested their weight in his hands as he deepened his kiss.  With his thumb and forefinger, he pinched her nipples, stiffening their peaks to their furthest distension. He took his mouth from hers and bent so he could suck one of the hard tips into his mouth, flicking and suckling at it until her breaths became quick and shallow. He moved onto the other, lavishing on it the same, wet treatment.

He straightened to fit his lips to hers again. He couldn’t get enough of her mouth, of making out with her. All those nights in the library when he’d watch Pen touch her bottom lip while she read, and he’d think of sucking that bottom lip between his teeth while he pinched her nipples or sank into her tight pussy. Now he could, for one night, and he wanted to remember every second.

“There are so many things I want to do to you, Pen. So many ways I want to take you.”

“Yes, Bishop, anything.” Her words were breathy and hoarse. “I just want you inside me.”

He stopped kissing her long enough to remove his shirt, consciously throttling his haste so he didn’t rip off buttons. He removed her shoes and dropped them on the floor while she watched him, a huge smile of pure joy on her beautiful face. He climbed off the bed to finish undressing.

Staring at her while he slowly removed his belt, he marveled that this gorgeous creature had any interest in him at all. How had the fates conspired to bring him this bright ray of happiness? Her hair was splayed across the pillows, her arms flung to the sides. She had one leg pulled up and leaning against her other. The position twisted her hips and gave her small form a sensuous curve down the length of her, highlighting all of her sensuous bows and arches.

Christ, he was going to enjoy this.

Until that moment, he’d resigned himself to the fact that he would never experience the ultimate expression of love and pleasure with his sweet Penelope. Never have his cock deep inside her. Never feel her tight body squeeze his thrusting shaft. That was all about to change.

He took off his belt and dropped it with a clatter to the hardwood. After popping the button on his pants, he slowly lowered the zipper, the barely-audible sound shockingly lewd in the otherwise silent room.

He shoved down his pants and boxers and stepped out of them. Then he paused, relishing the moment he stood over her like a conquering warrior, ready to claim his carnal spoils of war. His erection stood thick and hard, straining against nothing but air.

“Ready for me, honey?”

“Yes.” Her voice trembled, and that excited him.

That’s how he knew the darkness had come to bed with them. But that dam in his head had broken, and he had one night not to ask why or feel guilty for the tainted things that turned him on.

He crawled back onto the bed at her feet. Wrapping his hands around her ankles, he was glad she’d kept her legs together so that he could spread them. But, this close to actually taking his precious girl’s virginity, he was sizzling with testosterone and lust, and in danger of losing control. He shoved her legs apart a little too roughly, and she gasped.

Closing his eyes, he sucked in a centering breath, and his fingers started a fine trembling on her delicate ankles. This is her first time, he reminded himself. This was her first time, and he was so in love with her that his heart ached every night, trying to sleep under the same roof as her and not hold her in his arms.

No one could make love to Pen like he could, because no one loved her like he did. So, he tried to get a hold over his baser instincts. He reminded himself that the lovemaking had to come first, not the fuck. The fuck would come.

She pulled her arms in to slide her hands down her abdomen, into the vee formed by her forcibly-spread legs. With both hands, she touched herself, rubbing at her pussy, making mewling sounds and lifting her hips as she worked her fingers into her folds.

“Oh god, Bishop!” Her high, breathy voice was tight with sexual excitement. “You’re the only one who can give me what I want.”

Seeing Pen touch herself because she was so impatient to have him moving in her nearly made him lose all restraint. Breathing deep, he gathered his fevered nerves. He knelt between her spread legs and climbed on top of her, holding his bulk over her smaller body with his elbows.

Slowly making his way up, he paused to savor her swollen breasts while Pen continued to arouse herself, her hands stirring under his stomach. Her exhalations grew more frantic.

Sucking a nipple between his teeth, he bit just hard enough to make her gasp. “Stop touching yourself and tell me what you think I can give you,” he demanded, referring to her earlier statement.

Her eyes flew open and she pulled her hands away from her pussy as if he’d walked in on her masturbating.

“Answer me.”

“You can make love to me and fuck me,” she whispered. “You’re already doing it. Even when you’re rough, and you just take what you want, even then, I know you’re making love to me.”

He shook his head, not wanting to believe that any sexual penchants he had that weren’t loving and gentle were acceptable. Or—even more incredible—desirable. “How can you say that, Penelope?” He could hear the self-loathing in his voice.

“Because you hate that side of yourself. You would never show it to anyone.”

He cringed at her words. She was right, and it made no sense. “Then why show it to you, of all people? The woman I’m in love with? The most precious thing to me in the world?” he croaked. “Doesn’t that prove there’s something wrong with me?”

She laid a hand on the side of his face, just like she had in the car. Her wide eyes blinked up at him, and he saw love and adoration glowing on her face. It broke something in him.

Her voice came soft, as if she knew to be gentle with these words. Knew they’d be hard for him to hear. “Because, your heart recognizes mine. You know, deep down, that I will love you, even those parts, and you love me too. Enough to lay yourself bare and hope I can forgive you.”

He blinked rapidly. “I…I can’t.” He stumbled over his words like his brain had stopped working. “I can’t talk about this.”

“That’s okay.” She slid the hand on his cheek around to the back of his head and pulled him down for a slow, deep kiss.

His couldn’t process all she’d just said, not in this situation, but that kiss underlined one thing for certain—he loved her. He loved her more than his own life.

“We’re not here to talk, Bishop.”

She reached down between them and wrapped a hand around his erection. Pleasure twanged through him. Opening her mouth, she seemed to consider saying something, but closed it again instead. Then she spoke anyway, her words quick, as if she couldn’t stop herself from blurting out the thought after all.

“You’re so gorgeous and smart. You’ve probably been with a lot of women, and you know I’ve never been with anyone. So…” She looked away and finished her statement without meeting his eyes. “Just tell me what to do, okay? I want to make you feel as good as those other women did.”

He didn’t want to admit there was nobody else, because that would prove what she already knew—that he was completely fucked up. Sure, there had been some dry-humping, make out sessions, the occasional, ill-fated blowjob, and quite a few hand-jobs during his college and grad-school years, but as time had gone on, he’d shied further and further away from women, his guilt and shame growing with his maturing conscience.

He was sure the things he wanted came from the evil that was in his blood, passed on from his father, and there was penance to be paid.

“Bishop?” She squeezed his erection and he pressed his hips forward automatically, pushing himself into her grip.

“Only you,” he whispered.

Her eyes widened. “You mean you haven’t, since,…at your father’s?”

He shook his head, his mouth pulled into a grim line. But then, a miracle. A smile full of authentic joy spread across Penelope’s lovely face.

“Then this will be your first time making love too.”

As her words sank in, his heart shuddered and swelled. She was right. This wasn’t just special for her, this was a remarkable first for him too.

He kissed her again and smiled down at her, feeling lighter and freer than he had in years. “Then why should we have only one night together, Pen? This is something to celebrate.” He nipped at her neck. “I’ve made all of the arrangements with Bryce already. I told him I wanted to surprise you. Your plane leaves Monday morning. How about we live this dream until then?”

She squealed and let go of his cock to wrap her arms around him, kissing every spot on his face she could reach. Happiness coursed through him like a drug and he found he couldn’t kiss her properly because his lips wouldn’t stop smiling.

“Shh, shh.” He put a finger over her lips. “You need to calm down,” he dropped his weight heavier onto her, reminding her of his intentions, “because I’m going to make love to you, Penelope, and fuck you, and take you from behind, and you’re going to ride me. I’m going to have you against the wall, in the shower, out back in the garden, bent over the couch, even on the kitchen table if I want.”

“Bishop.” The sounds that came after his name weren’t words, only moans, sighs.

His voice was gruff, a man barely in control. He fisted his cock and kissed her again, pressing his teeth down on her bottom lip before letting it go.

“Will I be able to do all those things?” she whispered, her words thin and leaking trepidation.

That fear tripped the monster in him again, and he reached down further and squeezed his aching balls. “Little one, before Monday morning, I’m going to defile you in every way a man can defile a woman. I will make sure that if there’s a way for you to give a man pleasure, you will have given it to me first. We might not be able to be together, but this is how I will mark you as mine forever. No matter what a man ever does to you, I will have already done it.” He growled the last words.

She whimpered under him, but whether in fear or pleasure, he couldn’t be sure. He shifted up in the bed until the broad head of his dick was finally positioned at her virgin entrance.

“Pull your feet up and bend your legs, Pen. Let your knees fall outward. You’re going to be really tight and I’m not small. This will hurt a little. Try to relax.”

She nodded, her eyes apprehensive, and did as he instructed. The crown of his erection was leaking with precum, and it took everything he had to go slow. He wanted her so goddammed badly. With rhythmic strokes, he rubbed the broad head of his dick into her folds and against her clit until she moaned and bucked her hips.

“Please, Bishop. Don’t make me wait.”

With a trembling hand, he placed his cock at her entrance. “You’re so wet for me.” His voice rumbled with lust.

“Yesss,” she sighed, a sound of relief, as if this was the moment she’d been waiting for since the day they’d met.

With his heart drumming in his chest and joy giving his heart wings, he shifted his hips forward, starting the first push of pressure into her. Though he wasn’t even close to being inside, her heat already bathed his cock, beckoning him in, promising him heaven.

She was everything he wanted, and their love was breaking him. He had turned his back on everything he believed for this moment. But, god it was worth it. He was finally going to have her completely, body and soul.

“You okay?” he whispered.

“More,” she begged, not bothering to answer his question.

He pressed further until he encountered her barrier. “Look at me,” he commanded, and she locked her eyes to his. In that connection, in that moment, he believed everything was right about their love. How could something so miraculous be a mistake?

“I love you, honey,” he whispered, and shoved harder, holding her in place underneath him. Pen called out, a sound that bit with pain, but Bishop didn’t stop. It was done. He’d taken his young ward’s virginity. Now she was a woman, and she was truly his.

Wrapping his hands around her back, he hooked his fingers over her shoulders and pulled her down as he tried to lunge deeper into her. She was so fucking tight that he almost couldn’t get his cock in her.

But that wasn’t going to stop him. He was at the point of no return. He was going to take her until he bathed her womb with his hot cum, deep inside his little Pen.

She made quick, whimpering sounds as he worked his way into her, triggering his protective instincts enough to finally cut through his mad lust.

“Tell me if you need me to stop, Pen, and I’ll try. I’ll try.” He meant it, but he hoped she didn’t ask, because, god help him, he wasn’t sure if he could. Her unviolated channel hugged his thick length so tightly that he was ready to come just from trying to work it into her.

“I’m okay,” she squeaked. “It’s just intense.”

He pulled shallow and tried again, using the pumping of his ass to go a bit deeper each time, until finally, he was fully sheathed in her. He looked at her, so small underneath him, and yet stretched full with his cock, her legs spread wide to accommodate him. This time, he couldn’t ask if she was okay. He had to come.

He pulled back and then thrust hard, making her arch her tits in the air and cry out. Then he did it again, and again, while she cried out under him. By this point, her velvety core had softened and elongated, and when he lunged into her, he was able to fuck her so deeply his balls slapped against her skin. His naughty little Pen had taken all of him.

When he was deep inside her pussy, a feeling of love and possessiveness swamped him so strongly that he was certain he couldn’t let her get on that plane on Monday.

“Christ, I love you, Pen. Fuck. Just tell me you love me too. Promise that you love me, and that’s why you’re letting me do this to you.”

Her eyes swam with devotion. “I love you, Bishop. I want this more than anything.” Her tone was full of emotion and distress, tripping all kinds of guilt in his head.

“Oh god, I’m hurting you.” His words were loaded with anguish, because even as he’d asked the question, he continued to pump into her lithe, little body, faster, harder. Not even considering stopping.

“I want it. I want it,” she panted. “Don’t stop.” Her words were breathless.

He reached down between them to coax her clit to orgasm. He didn’t want to finish until she Pen was pulsing around him. He wanted to make sure she had a memory of coming with Bishop’s cock inside her.

“Yes,” she groaned. “Touch me like that. It makes it easier.”

And he knew she meant easier to bear. He sped up the rhythm of his fingers, knowing she was close. He could read Penelope’s responses so well.

“It’s almost over, honey.” He practically choked the words out, he was so close to spilling in her. “Letting me do this to you, goddamn,” he growled. “You’re making me feel so good, Pen.” All his muscles clenched, promising his inevitable completion. “I’m going to come so deep inside you,” he promised, through gritted teeth.

At that, she bucked her hips up, causing him to slam deeper into her. Then, Pen exploded around him. Whipping her head from side to side, she cried out, her words incoherent and desperate.

The sight of his beloved Penelope orgasming beneath him, the feeling of her inner muscles throbbing around him, it was too much for Bishop, and he was plunged over the edge into mind-shattering ecstasy with her.

He buried himself deep in her pussy and his pleasure exploded into wave after wave of pulsing bliss, bathing the walls of her previously undefiled sex with his potent, hot seed.

Bishop didn’t stop moving in his Penelope until every last spasm of pleasure had crested and fallen, and even then, he stayed inside her, rejoicing in how it felt like he was part of her. Reveling in what she’d just let him have.