DECEIT (B723) by Hazel Grace (ebook reader for surface pro .TXT) 📕

To literally let me have it.

My legs wrap around his hips and he spreads my ass as I’m more firmly sandwiched between the hard surface of the fridge and his frame.

With my fingers laced through his hair, I return his kiss with every second I was away from him. I don’t think it’s possible for me to show him, with our mouths molded perfectly together, that I couldn’t be more sorry than I am. That I screwed everything up, and maybe I’m the whole problem Bishop and I never worked.

Maybe I should’ve left him all along after all. He wasn’t ready to be sliced open and dissected by what I needed in a relationship. I practically forced myself into his life.

Bishop opens my mouth wider with his, tasting every bit of me as we tangle with lips and tongue. I must have a mini-breakdown because a broken sob escapes my throat and is swallowed by him.

“I’m sorry,” I confess, tightening my hold on his hair. “I missed you…so much.” He seeks more of my not talking as our lips meet again and Bishop attempts to lose himself again in a kiss.

Me, on the other hand, I can’t stop telling him that I don’t take this lightly. That I heard and saw what he did when he was gone. That he held my daughter and spoke to her.

“You’ll never forgive me,” I continue. “But I—“

“You wanna make it up to me?” he growls. “Get on your knees because I can’t think of another way to shut you the fuck up.”

We stare at each other and he’s dead serious.

I shake my head and loosen my thighs around his body as he slowly lets my feet hit the chipped tiled floors. “No.”

“No?” His palms fall to my shoulders as he forces me to the floor and onto my knees. “This is what happens when you don’t live in a safe place.”

“Fuck you.”

“You’re gonna.” He undoes his jeans and removes his hard dick from his boxer briefs.

My mouth waters. He’s pissed and it’s normal for me. However, I love bringing him to a weak spot with my lips wrapped around his length and my name off his lips.

My tongue darts out and licks a trail up to the mushroom head and Bishop’s hand finds the back of my head, forcefully guiding me to take him in.

My teeth purposely scrape down him and he growls, hardening his grip on my hair. He thrusts inside, hitting the rear of my throat and I gag. Tears begin to build as he slowly withdraws and moans while my wet lips glide over his width.

His grasp loosens and he allows me to suck him off at my own pace.

Bobbing my head around his thick shaft, I work the bottom with my index and thumb, using my saliva to lube him. My tongue licks and tastes him and he twitches needily in my mouth. I hum in appreciation and Bishop’s fingers tighten a bit.

He doesn’t speak, just feels, and the time spent on my knees on the hard kitchen floor begins to punish me too. It’s easy to ignore than the reality in front of me and Ledger I have to face tomorrow.

Taking him deeper, I’m careful not to scrape my teeth against the intrusion in my small mouth but I don’t on the way out. I purposely allow my sharp whites to abrade a tad along his dick again.

He grabs another batch of my hair. “Do it again.” I follow his order and then he drags my mouth off his shaft to peer up at him, way up to practically the ceiling from what it looks like down here. “You look so pretty down there, wife.”

My body blazes at the name—the one he gave me and wanted.

“I want you to file for the divorce.” His crystal blues penetrate through me and I strain to breathe. “I signed them for a reason and now I have even more of one.”

My jaw trembles and my heart cracks into a million shards but Bishop’s grip is unrelenting.

“Open up wider.” I glare at him before one of his hands wrap around my jaw and squeezes. “There you go. Always fiending for me no matter what.”

I jerk my head but his thumb runs gently down my cheek, mixing my anger with remorse.

With one palm in my hair and the other under my chin, Bishop fucks my mouth without mercy. He groans and drops his jaw, never straying his focus from me as he watches me take his dick.

My cell rings in my room, and I mindlessly begin to rise to grab it, but Bishop’s hold keeps me with him in my mouth.

“Finish me off first,” he commands. I shake my head and look up but he shows no sign of giving a shit. “You better hurry then.”

I deepthroat and squeeze, punishing him now and within another minute or two, he’s coming warm strings down my throat and makes me swallow every bit before releasing me.

With shaky legs, I somewhat sprint for my room to grab my phone, hearing Bishop mess with his zipping up his pants. The call was from Marty, and when I go back to tell Bishop—for some stupid reason—I expect him to be waiting for me.

But instead, I find his body halfway out of my apartment before the door clicks closed behind him.

I can’t get her out of my head and how she feels and smells around me. I’m not able to shove this aside and truly mean what I say because Emmy is alive and well.

And currently getting her ass chewed out by Ledger behind the closed door of his office.

Standing beside my best friend, Kyson remains silent with his arms crossed along his chest, staring into space and into his own thoughts.

Mine are just as muddled and worn out because we grieved her and came up with our own personal plans to get through this. I punched my brother in the middle of the night