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his cock against the thin material
covering over her mound.
    Without warning Bishop reached down and tore
Angel’s panties from her. Then his hand was there, touching and
exploring her as she bowed up into it, whimpering. A burning rush
was working through her body. His mouth traveled down her ribcage
and belly, and then his tongue was spearing her pussy like a
battering ram. Going as deep as he could, manipulating her clit and
pulling it inside his mouth like he was sucking on a nipple.
    Everything was happening so fast. “Bishop!”
Angel’s world careened on its axis when her orgasm hit. Bishop
grabbed her bottom and pulled her hips up so he could lock his
mouth onto her convulsing pussy, holding her in place while his
tongue tortured her deep inside. Her pleasure was intense, her
orgasm lasting a long time, taking full control of her body until
it gradually dimmed and Bishop lowered her back to the bed.
    He crawled up her body and kissed her long
and hard. Angel could feel his cock pounding in his boxers, wanting
to get out, and she wanted him inside her. She wiggled her hand
between them and found the split in his shorts. Bishop shuddered
violently when her hand snaked inside the opening, taking hold of
his shaft. Gripping him tightly, he began to move his hips in a
fucking motion, growling low. He sounded like an animal on the
edge, about to lose control.
    “Will you fuck me, Bishop?” Angel whispered
in his ear. She could feel the length and thickness of him, the
veins that lined his magnificent cock. “I want to feel you inside
me.”
    “Oh fuck! The condoms are downstairs,” he
rasped.
    Angel thought about it for a moment. He was
in no condition to go get them. “Next time, then,” she kissed
Bishop and then made her way down his body, much the same way he
had hers. She kissed and ran her open mouth over his well-defined
muscles, starting with his strong jaw and thick neck. His
impossibly hard chest, and washboard abs came next, and Angel
marveled at his reaction to her. His hand gripped the hair at the
back of her head but he didn’t try to stop her progress.
    Moving lower, she came to his jutting
member. Ohmygod! Her eyes grew large, eyeing his impressive
girth. Just imagining it inside her made her trickle with renewed
desire. She moaned, kissing all around it until Bishop arched his
hips, forcing his cock closer to her mouth. Angel laughed softly,
teasingly, making eye contact with him. His face was a twisted mask
of raw desire, his eyes as dark as cobalt. She had never seen a man
look as dangerous as he did now.
    Deciding to put him out of his misery, she
slowly lowered her mouth over his rigid flesh.
    “Aaaaaah!” Bishop groaned, throwing his head
back and arching his hips off the bed.
    Angel loved his cock thoroughly, slowly,
tonguing the cum-filled slit down to the twin sacs at the base,
savoring his heady essence. She felt every ripple and vein of his
blood-filled member, taking pleasure in the taste and arousing
scent of it, responding to the hot steel encased in a satiny
sheath. In no time Bishop was reaching a powerful orgasm, his large
body convulsing uncontrollably while coming inside her mouth.
    “Aaaaaahh,” he rasped in a guttural sound,
his hand twisting in her hair.
    When his body calmed his hand dropped to
Angel’s shoulder and he pulled her up his body. Kissing her, he
forced her down against him. “Whew!” he said when their lips
parted.
    “Are you okay?” Angel asked laying her head
against his chest.
    “I haven’t come that hard in a long time,”
he confessed, caressing her backside. “Did I hurt you?”
    She raised her head and met his eyes with
surprise. “No.”
    He released a heavy breath. “I know I was
rough. You’re the first woman I’ve been with in six months. As soon
as I laid eyes on you last night I wanted to fuck you.”
    “So any woman would have done.” She was
careful to disguise the disappointment in her tone.
    “No, not just any woman, Angel.