Bishop's Angel (10 page)

“Aaaaah, fuck, Angel!” he rasped in a
guttural tone. “I’m going to come before I get inside your pussy if
you keep that up.”

“You better not!” She blindly unsnapped his
jeans and then pulled the zipper down. “I want you inside me when
you come, Bishop.” She reached inside his boxers for his hot,
pulsing flesh, pulling his dick out and glancing down at it. His
knees buckled slightly before he quickly caught himself. Their
gazes met, and Angel leaned in until her lips brushed against his.
“I want your cum inside me.”

The cock in her hand twitched strongly. She
felt the pre-cum dripping at the head and used it as a lubricant,
running her hand along his hard, veined length. His breath was
harsh and uneven. Her words seemed to unravel Bishop, because
suddenly and without warning, she was spun around and pushed up
against the kitchen island. A hand at the back of her neck forced
her down, and she felt his body bend over hers.

“I have to have you now, baby,” he said
harshly against her ear.

Liquid excitement dripped down Angel’s
thighs when she realized Bishop was going to take her from behind.
“Yes!” she hissed, panting. “Fuck me, Bishop. I need you!” She was
squirming with arousal, impatient for him to penetrate her. She
could feel his hot, probing flesh against her butt crack, her
panties preventing a more intimate connection.

“Bishop!”

With one hand at the back of her neck, Angel
felt him remove the top half of his body from hers, and then his
other hand moved between their bodies. His intentions were obvious
and precise. He made quick work at moving her panties aside. She
held her breath, feeling her heart pounding out of control.
Finally, the scorching head of his cock was at the entrance to her
pussy, sliding past her labia until he was buried balls deep inside
her body.

“Awwwwww!” Angel shivered with delicious
pleasure, clenching her muscles around Bishop’s huge cock as tight
as possible. He groaned low, but didn’t withdraw, instead letting
his shaft throb against the confines of her slick channel.

He leaned forward again, teasing her outer
ear with his mouth. “Fuck, baby, you feel so damn good.” He slowly
withdrew, only to ram forward again.

“Oh!” Angel shook wildly when his finger
played with her clit. It didn’t take long before a mini-orgasm
rocked her body. “Uuuhhh!”

Bishop’s rough laughter seemed out of place.
“Did you just come?”

Angel confirmed it with a nod, convulsing
around his cock. “I’ve been so horny for you,” she explained,
panting. “The last three nights have been hell.” She felt his smile
against her skin.

“I’m sorry, baby. We both suffered for my
stupidity. Let me make it up to you.”

Angel couldn’t help but laugh. “Then shut-up
and fuck me,” she demanded, bumping her butt back against him.

With a groan Bishop began to fuck her in
earnest, holding nothing back. He took hold of her hips and
positioned her so that every stroke of his cock slid over her
sensitive clit, drawing a sound of pleasure from Angel. His dick
also hit her G-spot, and she teetered on the edge of another
orgasm. She was pushed over when he grunted and climaxed inside
her.

“Oh fuck…oh fuck…oh fuck…” he repeated,
timing his exclamation with each convulsive shudder of his body. He
continued to shove his exploding cock inside her until he finally
collapsed.

She bit down on her bottom lip to keep from
screaming with her release. This was no mini-orgasm. As her body
joined his in the throes of ecstasy, tears of deep emotion ran down
her face. At that moment Angel realized just how much Bishop meant
to her, and how important it was that he remain in her life. She
was so thankful he’d come to the same conclusion about her.

“Fuck, baby,” he breathed hotly against the
back of her neck. “You take a lot out of me.”

She grinned against the table top. “Well, if
you can’t take the heat…” she purposely let her sentence trail
off.

“For an angel, you can sure be a witch!”
Bishop rose off her body, pulling her up with him. He surprised
Angel by picking her up. “Where?”

She decided to direct him to her bedroom,
which happened to be upstairs. He handled them with ease, and was
careful not to hit her head when he ducked through the threshold
leading to her room. The next thing Angel knew he had lowered them
down on top of the coverlet, rolling so that she ended up on top.
She lay her head upon his chest as he wrapped his arms around her
tightly.

“What now?” she asked softly, feeling
comfortable and secure in Bishop’s embrace. “Will you stay the
night?” Angel closed her eyes. It was late, and she was tired.

“I planned on it, honey.” He sounded tired,
too.

“Then why don’t you get comfortable? It’s
bedtime.” She yawned loudly.

“Too tired to move at this very second,” he
explained. “Carrying you up those stairs sapped my strength.

Angel could tell by his voice that he was
smiling. She called up a burst of energy and pulled away from his
arms, straddling him. He looked at her questioningly, and with a
droopy-eyed grin she began to roll his tee-shirt up his abs and
chest toward his head. Without words, Bishop lifted up enough so
that she could draw the shirt over his arms and head. Tossing it
aside, Angel’s hands went to the opened front of his jeans.

With his help she managed to pull them, and
his boxers, down and off. She crawled back up his body when she was
done, her gaze landing on his deflated cock. “Poor baby.” She
leaned forward and kissed it. Bishop groaned. “He looks all worn
out,” she said with humor. Taking in his glorious nakedness, she
slipped off her nightshirt.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his gaze
running over her nudity with hot awareness. He reached up and took
a breast in the palm of his hand.

“You didn’t answer my question earlier when
I asked ‘what now’.” Angel closed her eyes and gave herself up to
the pleasure of his gentle caress.

“How about we take things one day at a time,
and see what develops,” he suggested. “We already know we’re good
together in bed.”

“We’re great,” Angel corrected without
hesitation.

Bishop nodded his agreement, transferring
his hand to her other breast. “Until I’m called back, we can use
the time to get to know each other better.”

“I like the sound of that.” She moaned
softly, arching into his touch. “And when you’re called away?” She
dreaded the thought, but knew it was just a matter of time.

“I’ll come back to you, Angel.” His hand
paused for a moment as they gazed into each other’s eyes. “I’ve
never come home to anyone before, but I’m making that promise to
you.”

Their gazes remained locked as she lowered
herself to kiss him. Tenderly she moved her mouth over his, and
then her tongue, teasing him until he lost control and fused his
mouth with hers roughly. Passion exploded between them like a
wildfire burning out of control. As Angel gave herself fully to
Bishop’s raging hunger, it was with the knowledge that no matter
what happened tomorrow, tonight they belonged to each other.

The End

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Author bio -
Tory Richards describes
herself as a grandma who likes to read and write smut. Born in
Maine, she has spent most of her life in Florida. She’s been
writing since the tender age of ten, but it wasn’t until the
encouragement of her family that she became serious. Within months
of submitting her first book,
Cupid’s Arrow
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under her real name, she was offered a contract. That same book was
on the publisher’s best sellers list for two consecutive
months.

Since Tory has been published she has
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grandmother twice, said goodbye to her mom and hubby, retired from
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