by J. L. Beck
“Open up for me. Let me in, let your pussy swallow my cock. I know you want to. I know you want to feel my fat cock inside you. Spread your legs more and take what I’m about to give you.”
His dirty demands set my insides on fire, and I do as he instructs. I had no idea that words alone could be so arousing, but they are, god they are. Bishop hisses through his teeth above me as he slides inch by glorious inch inside me.
The feeling is a mixture between pleasure and pain, but the moan coming out of my mouth sounds like blissful cries.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he whispers into my ear before he kisses the tender flesh on my neck. Kisses quickly turn into nibbles and bites. His now free hand finds my breast, kneading and teasing the nipple.
He keeps pushing in until I'm sure I can't take another inch, and even then, he thrusts deeper, his cock feeling as if it's in my belly.
He slips deeper once more, and my eyes widen. Jesus. My pussy clenches around him as his heavy sac slaps against my ass cheeks and his pubic hair rubs my clit.
“Oh god, I’m so full,” I gasp. I’ve never felt like this before.
“Fuck yeah, I’m all the way in now. I’m going to give you a minute to get used to me, then I’m going to start fucking you. You want that, don’t you?”
“Yes...yes,” I pant, delirious with need. “I don’t want to wait. Do it now.”
“Do what now?” His lips skim against my throat. “I want you to say it. I want to hear that innocent mouth ask to be fucked filthy.”
“I-I want you...to fuck me.” The words have barely left my lips when he starts moving. His hips thrust upward, and he growls like an animal staking its claim.
He’s so deep, I wonder if he can feel how hard my heart is beating for him. He presses me to the mattress and owns me, slamming into it with a vengeance. I feel him in my bones, in my blood, and I need it.
I want it. I want him.
“Look down, Bambi. Look at how beautiful it is. How pretty your pink pussy looks with my cock stuffed inside it.”
My back arches at his words, and my body starts to shake.
I can’t breathe. I can't do anything but feel. My pussy clenches, then I'm flying, soaring through the air like a bird. I can feel my come dripping down his cock onto his balls.
“Fuck, Ivy. You're beautiful, so fucking beautiful falling apart on my cock.” I blink my eyes open slowly and look up at him. There's a sheen of sweat against his brow, and every muscle on his body seems tense. He leans back and grips onto my hips for leverage, then he starts to fuck me.
Each stroke is deliberate, intense, and hits the back of my channel.
“Come for me, Bambi. I want to feel you coat my shaft in your sweet honey. Show me how good it feels.” He grinds his hips deep into my center, and I grip onto his shoulders and start to come without even realizing it. My pussy quivers, and my body trembles as my release gushes out and around his big fat cock.
“Oh god...Bishop,” I scream his name and dig my nails into his skin, wanting and needing to claim him.
“Fuck yes. Mark me, Bambi. Make me bleed.” With his teeth bared and his thrust growing faster I know he's close. His hips piston against mine as I arch up to meet his thrusts.
“Come inside me Bishop. Mark me. Claim me,” I moan meaning every word I say and then like magic he does.
I feel his cock swell inside me, the already huge organ growing deep in my womb as jets of warm sticky come fill me, but Bishop doesn't stop, he keeps fucking me, elongating his release. I'm so full of his cock and semen that I can't even move.
“Fuck, look at that pretty pussy swallowing every drop of my come.” He pulls out and swipes his thumb across the head of his cock before bringing it to my lips.
I open my mouth and swirl my tongue around it savoring the saltiness tang that explodes against my tongue. I watch as the fire flickers in his gaze.
“You'll look so fucking beautiful with my cock in your mouth.” He grins, pulling him finger from my mouth.
I swallow at the thought my pussy already growing wet.
Is there something wrong with me? How is it possible to want a man as badly as I want him? My heart hammers in my chest…
Bishop leans forward and runs a knuckle across my cheek pulling me from my thoughts.
“I love you, Bambi, I have no idea how this happened so fast, but it did. I think was meant to save you, meant to find you because we are soulmates.” Tears start to well in my eyes. I’m not sure how to feel. I know I feel the same way, it burns through me igniting deep down in my core, but I’m afraid too. Afraid that all might just be too good to be true.
“I love you too,” I smile at him. “I thought I was crazy for thinking it. Who falls in love at first sight? That's something they make up in movies, right?”
“Yes, sometimes they do, but other times we get lucky and find the love of our life. We’re soulmates, Ivy, and rescuing you on your wedding day was the best decision I ever made.”
38
Bishop
I can’t believe what just happened. Part of me feels like this must be a dream...too good to be true. This morning started out that any other day and then my whole life changes in a blink of an eye. An angel runs into me and steals my heart.
I’m no stranger to sex but I’ve never done what I just experienced with Ivy. We made love. I was more than just balls deep inside of her, I felt like I was inside of her body touching her soul. Connecting with mine. I have never felt so close to another human being before.
My cock is already hard again and all I do is lie down next to her. We both roll onto our side so we can look at each other. I don’t ever want to stop looking at her. I want to study every inch of skin, every part of her body.
“I already want you again.” I run my fingers across her arm, from the top of her shoulder all the way down to her hand.
Intertwining my fingers with hers makes me notice once again how well we fit together, even though we seem as if were complete opposites.
I’m rugged, big, with tattoos and scars. I come from a hardened life, busting my ass every day to get what I want. She is fragile, small and so smooth all over. She's lived a life of luxury even with cruel parents. And yet together we are the perfect match. Just as a key is made for its lock. It’s like she was made for me, hand carved by some higher power and then sent to me.
“Then do it… fuck me again,” she teases. Hearing her swear is amusing. Her mouth so innocent, there's no way such a word should come out of it.
“Don’t say that, you’ll be sore enough as it is, and I don’t want to hurt you.” Which is the truth, it's the last thing I want to do. Fuck her into sweet oblivion. Hurt her, no fucking way. She gives me a little pout that makes my dick twitch against my belly.
“Of course, there is always other stuff we can do… stuff that can be just as pleasurable.” I wiggle my eyebrows. I took her harder than I intended to the first time, so I’m prepared to make it up to her as best I can...with my tongue and my fingers.
“Show me. You have to teach me about the other stuff.” She’s so eager to learn, to prove herself to me when she doesn’t have too. I want her just the way she is, with her cascading blonde hair and adorable button nose. I want every piece of her just the way it is.
“Oh… all the things I’m going to teach you...first, let's go take a shower. Turns out I know how to dirty you up.”
“I know how to take a shower,” she rolls her eyes, giving me a smirk. I bite my bottom lip and consider taking her across my knee for a good spanking. I wonder if she would squeal, or moan out with the slap of my hand on her round globes? I push the thought away...There will be time for that later.
Pushing up from the bed I keep her hand in mine and pull her up with me. She stumbles onto uneasy legs and I steady her with my hand.
God, her skin is smooth, and supple with enough meat for me to grab onto and just pound into her. I exhale a ragged breath. I need to get ahold of myself. Never have I felt the
way I do right in this moment.
“Come on smart ass. I’m sure there is some stuff you haven’t done in the shower yet.” In fact, I’d bet good money that she hasn’t done shit in the shower. Little Ivy is as pure a fresh winter snow fall. She’s not like the other woman I’d have been with in what seems like a lifetime ago, so it’s doubtful she’s done anything with anyone in the shower. She lets me guide her into the spacious master bathroom, and I watch as her big blue eyes widen in shock as she takes everything in. She looks around as if she is viewing her new house for the first time...and I guess she is, since I have no plans to let her go.
I release her hand and turn on the water and making sure the temperature is perfect before I lead her into the shower stall. Letting her rinse off under the water first, I position myself behind her and admire her backside. I’m crazy with need for this woman and I don’t fucking understand why. I know deep down in my soul she is it for me, but that doesn’t explain why I want to fuck the daylights out of her.
My gaze falls to her ass, it’s so perfectly shaped that I can’t help but reach out and grab it. Of course her firm globes fit into my hands just like the rest of her body fits for me. She lets out a little squeak with I knead her ass and the sound zings straight to my groin. All I want to do is push her up against the tile and fuck her senseless, but I know I can’t… not tonight.
I release her ass, even though it kills me and grab the soap to pour some on a washcloth. While she washes her hair, I begin washing her body.
I drag the soapy washcloth over every inch of her perfect body, studying and mapping out every part of her. I want to remember every dip, ever curve, every plane of her body. By the time she’s rinsed off, I don’t think there isn’t a part of her that I haven't touched yet. When she turns to face me there is some mascara smudged under her eyes.
“Close your eyes,” I tell her, and she immediately does, without hesitation. Her blind trust startles me but also warms my heart. I want her to trust me...and she can, because I would never do anything to hurt her. I’ll only cherish her, pleasure her, claim her heart and body.
Taking the corner of the washcloth, I rub the black away from her cheek, careful not to get any soap directly into her eyes.
“There you go, all clean,” I murmur, and she opens her eyes, looking up at me with a clean, natural face. The air leaves my lungs as I take her in. I didn't think it was possible, but this woman is more beautiful without makeup on. It’s like the makeup was hiding her real beauty.
“How did I get so lucky?” I whisper and lean down to press my lips against hers.
“I’m the lucky one. If it wasn’t for you, I would be…” I can see the pain flicker in her eyes just thinking about what would have happened if I wouldn’t have been in that alley today. I cut her off pressing a finger to her lips.
“You don’t have to ever think about that again. If you don’t want to you don’t have to see your parents again either. I’ll take care of you. I’ll protect you, cherish you, and never make you do something you don’t want to do. I want you...I want whatever madness this is between us.”
“What if they come for me?” Her bottom lip trembles against my finger and I can tell she’s truly afraid of what may occur if they were to find her.
“Then they do. I won’t let you go. I won’t let them hurt you and I won’t make you leave. I’m keeping you Ivy, as long as you want to stay.” I swallow around the knot of fear that forms in my throat at the thought of her walking out the door.
“You do want to stay, don’t you?” I add after a long moment.
“Yes. If you really want me to…” I can see how unsure she is, how worried she is, and I don’t ever want her to worry that I won’t be there for her. That I won’t care for her.
“If I want you too…” I whisper shaking my head. “There isn’t an if Ivy. I don’t want you to feel pressured but if you tried to walk out that door right now, I’d dragged you back here and tie you to my damn bed.”
My response causes a smile to spread across her lips and she leans into me pressing her ear to my chest, while wrapping her arms around me as if she doesn’t want a single inch of space between us.
“Your hearts beating impossibly fast.” Ivy sighs, her hot breath fanning against my skin.
“I know. I’ve never felt this way before. So possessive, so in need of a woman’s touch.” My cock is already rock hard stuck between our bodies and the carnal need to fuck her rushes to the surface.
“I feel like I’ve known you my whole life.” I suck in a precious breath. I’m not a perfect man and I’ve done some bad shit in my life… shit I wouldn’t ever want her to see me doing but I can’t imagine how much better my life would’ve been had I met her sooner.
“I love you, Ivy. I love you so fucking much. It’s crazy insane to say it, to think that just earlier you were to be married to some asshole and now you’re in my arms, and all mine. I’m so glad I found you. So fucking glad.” I squeeze her tighter to my chest, listening as she squeals. The need to fuck her is still there, but I want to make her something to eat, talk about what’s to happen in the future. Peeling myself off her I turn the water off and step out of the shower grabbing two towels.
I wrap one around Ivy and gesture for her to put her head down so I can wrap her hair up. When done I dry myself off and look over at the amazing woman that I know will soon be my wife. Her parents want her to get married, fine, she’ll get married. To me. I’m going to claim her in every way, tie her to me and make it so she can never leave.
“Let’s get you something to eat. You’ll need your strength for later,” I smirk and her big blue eyes light up with excitement.
“You mean you aren’t done with me yet?” I can hear the seductiveness in her voice.
“No fucking way, Bambi, I have all kinds of things that I want and will do to you.” I guide us into the bedroom and drop my towel walking over to the dresser. I pull out a pair of shorts and slip them on before grabbing a t-shirt for Ivy. For what I have planned today she won’t be needing anything to cover her pretty pussy.
I pick up my towel and throw it into the laundry hamper in the corner. When I do, I notice the red smear on the white bedsheets. Seeing the evidence of what happened makes my cock hard. I claimed the first of many parts of her, and I can’t wait to claim her mouth and her ass too.
Knowing I can’t leave the dirty sheet on the bed I pull it off and roll it up, stuffing it into the hamper with the rest of the laundry. Then I go into the closet and grab a new sheet. I get it onto the bed, and when I turn around, I find Ivy standing there staring at me, her big blue eyes take in my movements. I wonder if she’s upset about the blood on the sheets.
I walk over to her tugging the towel from her grasp.
“If you wanted me naked all you had to do was ask.”
I love the way she thinks.
“Food, then more fucking,” I growl, my cock all but demanding I worship her sweet cunt again. She makes a tiny sound in her throat, and I force myself to focus on drying her off instead of fucking her.
When I’m finished drying her off, I hand her the t-shirt and she puts it on with ease. I gather up all our dirty clothing and consider what to do with the crumpled wedding dress on the floor. Certainly, she won’t want to wear it for our wedding day. I decide to just stuff it in the bottom of the closet for now, I don’t want her to keep seeing it and be reminded of that asshole.
I turn around and that’s when I see her, really see her...standing there in my plain cotton white t-shirt. It’s huge on her once again showcasing our size differences. The hem comes to rest just above her knees. My chest constricts...I wasn’t prepared for seeing her in my clothing, or the reaction it would have on me.
My mouth waters, and it takes me a few seconds to gather my wits. Something about her has me feeling a thousand and one emotions all at once.
“Come on, let’s get something to eat.” I hold my hand out to her and she takes it, wrapping her small fing
ers around mine. I lead her into the kitchen and guide her to the breakfast bar.
“I’m afraid I’m not a five-star chef...more like one and a half,” I wink at her while I get some lunch meat out of the fridge. I gather everything I need for the perfect club sandwich and stack it neatly onto two plates. As soon as I set it in front of her and sit down myself, she picks up the sandwich and takes a huge bit.
I can’t help but look at her in awe, “Hungry?” I ask.
She chews for a moment before answering. “I haven't eaten since yesterday.”
Yesterday? What the fuck?
“What? Why? You should’ve said something before. I would have fed you sooner.” I feel disappointed in myself, but realize there is no way I could’ve known unless she told me. Still, it's my job to care for her now and I’ll be damned if she goes without eating more than three meals a day.
“My mom wouldn't let me eat because she was worried I wouldn't fit in the dress this morning, and honestly I didn’t even realize how hungry I was until I saw you make this. I’ve been cutting calories for six months if not longer.” She frowns, but continues eating, and I pick up my own sandwich and place it down on her place.
“What are you doing?”
“I’ll make another one. You just keep eating.” I order, and thankfully, she doesn’t fight me on it, because at this point, I’d take her across my knee and force feed her if I had too. I grind my teeth together as I get to work making another sandwich. I get Ivy a glass of water, and she thanks me with a soft smile.
Her fucking parents are a joke. Forcing their daughter to marry a man she doesn’t want too. Refusing to let her eat so she’ll fit into some stupid fucking dress. Before I realize it, I’m slamming shit around in the kitchen, my breaths coming out in pants. When I look up at Ivy there’s a look of concern in her blue eyes.