BISHOP
My body still pulses from whatever the hell Gage just did to me when he releases my legs from up on his muscled shoulders. He gently lowers them to the mattress and settles over me, slamming his mouth against mine so I can taste my release on his tongue.
Good God that was…
There aren’t even any words that can describe it.
It was like my entire body spasmed and released all at once.
My head floats in a fuzzy cloud of pleasure as he kisses me ruthlessly, like he wants to make me come again just from this. And the way the heat builds low in my belly again tells me he probably could.
His cock stays pinned between us, and the cool press of the metal balls that run up either side contrasts against the heat of his body in the most delicious way.
He reaches up and wraps one hand around my wrists, testing the bindings. “You still good, Hellcat?”
I nod, shifting under him restlessly, my pussy clenching and ready even as I struggle to regain any control over my limbs.
“Look at me.” My eyes flutter open, lids heavy, and a grin spreads across his face as he stares down at me. “What do you want, Bishop?”
He releases his grip on my wrists and reaches between us to drag the head of his cock through my core again, and I groan, arching into it. “This?”
I barely have time to nod again before he’s pressing into me in one long, slow thrust that feels unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before.
Absolutely fucking divine.
“Oh, God…”
Those little metal balls lining each side of his length glide against the walls of my pussy, pressing in places I didn’t even know was possible, his thick cock stretching me with a beautiful ache. When he’s finally fully seated inside me, he stills, tipping my chip up toward him. “Open your eyes, Bishop. Look at me.”
My eyelids flutter open again, despite the fact that it’s too intense.
This.
Him.
All of it.
I do it anyway because I want to see him.
I want to look into those crystal-blue eyes of his and see his desire there. See how good this feels for him reflected back at me as he draws his hips back and then slowly pushes back in, allowing me to feel every damn inch, every fucking ridge created by the piercings and his hot, hard flesh.
“Fuck!” His jaw locks, as if he’s struggling to fight the lure of the pleasure coursing through him. “You have no fucking idea how incredible you feel, Hellcat.”
I might.
Because this is…
Otherworldly.
My head spins and my entire body throbs with each retreat of his hips and pleasure courses through my veins with each thrust back home.
He grinds his pelvis against my hyper-sensitive clit each time, and I gasp, struggling to drag in air when I’m completely at his mercy and he’s making starbursts erupt behind my closed eyelids.
“Open them!”
His growled command breaks through that spinning haze.
I hadn’t even realized I had let them drift closed again, but with his hips moving in this slow rhythm, and elegant drag of the piercings against every part of me, I can’t process all the feelings.
