And Then There Was Us (And The There Was 2)

I murmured unintelligible words against her flesh, endearments that were muffled by her succulent pussy. I went back and sucked on the hard bundle of nerves at the top of her mound, wanting—needing—her to come.

She gasped and tugged on my hair even more.

I didn’t stop working my mouth on Korrie’s velvety soft pussy, fucking craved that she moved her hips against me, grinding all that honey on my mouth. She tugged at the short strands of my hair, pulling me closer, begging me incoherently for more. I couldn't stop myself from thrusting my hips against the mattress, humping the fuck out of my comforter in time with the sweep of my tongue through her slit.

“So close,” she cried out, her fingers tunneling tighter in my hair.

Fuuuck. Her flavor was ambrosia. She tasted so damn good.

And then she came for me, really pressing her pussy on my mouth, working herself on me, crying out as she orgasmed.

Her pleasure lasted long seconds, so long I was close to getting off myself. But I moved away from her before I exploded. And taking my mouth from that sweet spot was hard as hell, but I needed her. I needed to be inside her, or I was going to come all over the sheets and her belly.

I need to feel her come around me.

And when I got off, it would be deep inside this woman. My woman.

I lifted my gaze up the length of her body, lingering on her pussy with those bare, silky lips, up to the tight curls at the top that turned me the fuck on. I lifted my gaze higher, along her curvy body, over the tiny indent of her navel, and higher still. Her breasts were round and high, a perfect handful for me. Her nipples were tight, dusky, and all but begging for my mouth.

For a moment all I did was stare at her, basking in how beautiful she was, how lucky I was to have her with me, so receptive, so greedy for what I gave her.

I’m never letting you go. Not tomorrow, not ever.

You're mine, Korrie.

12

Korrie

I should have been embarrassed that not only had I orgasmed riding Bishop’s jean-clad cock, but then I climaxed once more against his wicked tongue.

When he pulled away, my pussy gave little aftershocks of pleasure, my inner muscles clenching for something more substantial. My clit tingled, my body temporarily satiated. I knew I wouldn’t be fully satisfied until he was tunneling all those hard inches into me.

I thought back to when he’d gotten rid of the clothes, when I'd first gotten a glimpse of his body totally naked. The shadows in the room only accented and played off his hard muscles, casting definition to the hard ridges, the dips and curves of how very masculine he was.

Broad shoulders. Wide, hard chest. Six-pack of rolling abs. And then there was his cock. It was thick and long, the head flared and slightly wider than the shaft. I caught a glimpse of the dot of pre-cum that had formed at the crown, and surprisingly my mouth had watered.

I was pulled back to the present when I felt Bishop smooth his hands up and down my inner thighs, his touch soft. I knew my eyes were wide as I stared at him, shocked and amazed at how good he made me feel. Twice.

God, I was so wet. I wanted nothing more than to feel his powerful body over mine, pressing me into the mattress as he pistoned in and out of me.

He grated out, “I want to go slow, need to pace and control myself.”

I was shaking my head. Screw that. “I want it exactly how you want to give it to me, Bishop.” I was too far gone to care about him being gentle, in making slow, soft love to me. Arousal pounded through my bloodstream too fiercely to try to tame what was happening between us.

“Take me, Bishop. Claim me.”

Make me yours.

This low, almost aggressively sexy sound left him, and before I knew what was happening, he had his cock in his hand, rose above me, and placed the thick crown at my entrance. While he stared into my eyes, he started to thrust into me, slow and easy, pushing through any kind of resistance and owning me like I’d never been claimed before.

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.