Runaway Bride

Tossing my underwear over his shoulder, he pulls me to the very edge of the mattress and pushes my thighs apart, centering himself between my legs. I rest my legs on his shoulders as if they belong there, and then I feel it.

He’s spreading me open…spreading my lips and exposing me.

“So pretty…so fucking pretty, Bambi.” I wiggle beneath his touch, and he chuckles against my folds, his tongue flicking over my swollen clit.

I’m already soaked, drenched, and I don’t understand how or why. This man knows my body far better than I do. I want him to take from me, claim me, own every inch of me.

My hands weave into his thick hair, and I find myself pushing his face into my pussy in a frenzy to get more from him.

He licks me like he’s starving, sucking on the tight bundle of nerves until my legs start to shake. Pleasure builds deep inside me, the tension unraveling in my belly. He must feel my impending orgasm. In a second, he’s moving my legs, pulling them together, and pushing them to my chest.

My muscles clench, and then I feel him there, at my entrance. His tongue dips in and out, over and over again, such shallow, little thrusts, but they’re enough to leave me seeing stars.

I fall apart, thrashing against the sheets, gripping onto them as if they can hold me to the ground as my body floats far, far away. Bishop doesn’t ease his assault against my center. He continues to fuck me, his tongue swallowing up every single drop of my arousal.

“Fuck, Bambi. You taste just like honey.” He licks me all over, his teeth nipping at my thighs as he pulls away and comes to stand at his full height. He undoes his jeans and pushes them down his legs.

His thick cock springs free, and I can’t pull my gaze away from it.

He wasn’t lying.

He really is huge, and thick, and oh dear lord, how is he going to fit inside me? He’s going to break me, impale with one stroke.

“I’m going to fuck you bare…come inside you…do you want that? Do you want my cum dripping out of your tight little cunt?”

I don’t even have to think before I’m answering him.

I lick my lips. “Yes, come inside me. Own me,” I moan, spreading my legs real wide for him. I never wanted anything more than for him to take me.

I was already prepared for losing my virginity today, but I was not prepared for this overwhelming need I’m feeling for the man in front of me. I was not prepared for a man to look at me like I’m the most important and most precious thing he has ever laid eyes on. I was not prepared for Bishop.

“Scoot up,” he orders in a low, raspy voice. I do as he asks and scoot all the way up the mattress, coming to a stop once my head touches the pillows.

He moves up onto the bed and crawls over top of me until his whole body is hovers mere inches above mine.

I can feel his heated breath against my cheek, and our mingling scents fill my nostrils. As soon as he lowers himself, I feel his long, rock-hard erection pushing up against my thigh, so close to my hot, wet center.

I tilt my hips up, trying to get him closer, which makes him chuckle against my skin.

“Such an eager girl for my cock. You want him inside you, don’t you? You want him to pop your cherry?”

“Yes,” I admit. I should probably be embarrassed, but I’m not. I’m not ashamed of what I want, and right now, I want him. I want him to fill me up until I can’t take anymore—until his release coats my insides.

“Please…” I beg.

“Fuck,” he growls, grabbing onto my hip tightly. He shifts on top of me, bracing himself with one arm, he moves his other between us and takes his cock in his hand.

He guides himself to my entrance, but instead of pushing inside me like I want, he drags the smooth tip up and down my slit, moving my wetness around.

Every time he touches my clit, another jolt of pleasure zings through me into my core. My arousal gushes out and onto his cock, coating him in my slickness.

“Please…” I keep begging. “I want you…inside me.” The weight of his body, the movement of his muscles, his cock as it slides over my clit—it’s all got me hanging on the very edge, teetering.

With a grin, he moves back to my entrance, and this time, he stops, centering himself before the velvety head of his cock crowns my entrance. He’s so thick, so huge, and the pleasure is so intense, for a moment, I don’t know if I can take him. I whimper at the pleasure and pain searing my entrance, and dig my nails into his back hard enough to draw blood.