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

“If you wanna fuck me, Bishop, take off your own damn pants. I’ll do the rest so we can get off and I can go home.”

“Is that where we’re at? You’re going to fuck me with no emotion, Em?”

My lips lift. “I don’t know. We’ve had sex enough. I think I’ve learned sufficiently from you.”

Bishop’s hips rise off the seat, nostrils flaring as he peels his jeans off and down his thighs. Our eyes never leave each others’ as he aligns his cock to my entrance.

I don’t follow through yet. I can’t when his eyes trailing down my body as his palms cup my ass. As though he’s remembering years past. When he literally would worship me for hours.

A gentle brush of his fingers trails up my thighs, silently coaxing me to sit on his dick. To give in to the sins that we used to perform so perfectly together.

Mustering up all my courage, I pull away my panties and lower myself downward, feeling his hand and the base of his cock hit my entrance.

I bite down on my lip, compressing a moan the moment the first inch of him goes inside me. Bishop’s head hits the back of the seat as he watches me take him for the first time in a very long time.

I literally can’t.

He’s the most beautiful man I have ever laid eyes on and if he knew how much he still controls my heart, I’d have to kill him so I didn’t have to seriously divorce him.

His cock stretches me so deliciously that it’s taking everything in me to not have my eyes roll back in my head. And when he’s to the hilt, I moan for the first time.

Bishop’s chest shutters, his face appearing pained now as I begin to ride him like I’ve always wanted to.

My hands hold steady to the roof of the SUV, letting my tits bounce as I impale myself over and over again on Bishop, reveling in the simple fact that he’s watching me take what we both want.

“Looks like you’re enjoying yourself,” he voices, the strain in his tone obvious and evident.

“Mhm, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He thrusts upward, hitting a spot that is both painfully and inviting. It reminds me how much of a maniac he is, inside and outside of bed. That underneath me is the most violent killer of B723. “God, Bishop.”

The moment my last word leaves my lips, Bishop has lugged me off his lap and onto my hands and knees on the other side of the bench seat.

With my hair in my face, I move an inch before I feel Bishop behind me, his cock already positioned to enter me again.

Encasing his warm forearm around my waist, he pulls me up so my back meets his solid chest.

“Then I’m not doing it right,” he whispers in my ear, his comment warm against my skin. “Because this is for me now…not you.”

In one swift thrust, he enters me, gaining an immediate gasp from my lips. Bishop doesn’t work himself into me—no, he pummels inside to show me he’s still pissed off.

At the base of my shoulder blades, he pushes me so I’m back on my palms, exposed to him as he takes his anger out.

He spreads my ass cheeks, squeezing them greedily as he continues fucking me without abandon.

And I take it.

All of it.

His unforgiving drives, the way he proves that he doesn’t care that he might be hurting me because what I’ve done has him shook.

And I’m glad.

He needs to treat me like everyone else.

“Damn,” Bishop rumbles from behind me. “If only I could split you in half every time you pissed me off.” It’s at the tip of my tongue that he can but I hear him spit before his saliva drips down my asshole. “Are you going to take all of it, Em?”

I arch my back needly, tossing my hair back to peer over my shoulder. “It’s your punishment. You want to try and destroy me again, go for it.”

He doesn’t break eye contact with me as he slows his pace while the pad of his thumb grazes my other entrance. A tight pressure begins at my ass and Bishop starts back at screwing me like he really does loathe me.

That this is a lesson he wants me to learn and memorize.

I feel Bishop’s hips hit my cheeks as his thumb enters me, getting me to squirm under his intrusion.

“Relax for me, baby,” he commands softly. “And if you’re a good little girl, I’ll let you come.”

I squeeze my pussy to torture him back and he growls like an animal.

Yeah, he doesn’t not want me to finish.

“Has anyone had this ass since me, Em?” I bend over more, letting him gain the full view of his favorite body part of mine. He spits again, using his own lube to work inside me. “Well?”

I don’t answer him, another thing that drives Bishop crazy. His own imagination creates all sorts of scenarios that would be better than anything I could create. He’s his own worst enemy.

Bishop suddenly removes his finger from my ass and rakes all of them through my hair, hauling my spine back to his body. Moving my locks aside, he exposes my neck, giving himself the perfect opportunity to whisper whatever he wants in my eardrum.

“You gonna to answer me, baby?” he whispers before his lips calm around my earlobe and sucks on my sensitive skin.

This time, my eyes do roll back into my head. I relax all my weight on him, letting him use me as his own personal vessel to take his resentment on.

He licks up my ear then whispers, “That’s okay. I’ve already imagined him fucking you enough in my head.”

“Stop.”

“I can’t,” he growls. “I haven’t finished yet.”

With his hand wrapped around my hips, Bishop unleashes everything he has onto me and my body.

He fucks me like he owns me.

He licks and tastes me like he can’t