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Angel didn’t want to
frighten him away.
    “Angel?”
    She shrugged. “Maybe I need something, too.
Something only you can give me.”
    This time when Bishop kissed her he held
nothing back. She was back up against the counter and being forced
backwards over the sink by the force of his lusty attack. The
pleasure of his steamy kiss, and the intimate caresses of his hands
overrode any inklings of pain threatening to break through. Angel
didn’t mind the force of his possession. His lack of control made
her feel alive and gave her the courage to reciprocate.
    Thank God he was only wearing his boxers and
she her night shirt, because instincts warned Angel it was going to
be a hard, fast fuck. The kind she’d fantasized about but had only
ever read about in her favorite erotic romance novels. Bishop’s
hands were all over her, exploring her breasts, waist, and hips
like he hadn’t before. A sound of excitement rushed from her when
his hard hands traveled down her thighs and back up until he was
cupping her butt and holding her tightly to him. All the while her
hands moved over his torso, while her hips thrust into the cradle
of his.
    A cry of surprise sounded through the
kitchen when she found herself lifted onto the counter. Bishop
pulled her nightshirt down her shoulders and arms, kissing his way
over her flesh as he exposed it. Angel’s head fell back against a
cupboard, and she arched her body into his kisses, while wet
excitement flowed freely between her legs. She couldn’t remember
ever being so aroused.
    “Oh God, Bishop!” Angel’s hands fell to his
head while he suckled her breasts and nipples. “I need you now!”
She raked her nails down his back to his boxers, where she tried to
pull them down his hips. “Please…”
    Without taking a break from loving her body
he slipped his boxers down easily, and Angel guessed by his
movements that he had kicked them aside. Now they were both naked
and glistening with arousal, moving against each other wildly,
their combined pants echoing through the kitchen with steamy
heat.
    Before Angel could prepare herself she was
pulled to the edge of the counter. They both glanced down between
them, seeing her plump glistening pussy, and his vein riddled,
blood engorged cock. Bishop took his dick in his hand and moved in
until he was able to run the purple head up and down her slit. Then
ever so slowly he parted the folds and teased her clit. A whimper
escaped Angel and she couldn’t control the violent trembling of her
body as she anticipated his thrust home.
    “Now, Bishop.” She gave the lobe of his ear
a not so gentle nip. “Fuck me.”
    Her words fueled the fire of hunger between
them. Needing no further encouragement, he thrust forward and
penetrated Angel’s welcoming body with one smooth plunge. They both
moaned, as he filled her cavern completely, appeasing an itch they
both had.
    “You’re so fucking tight,” Bishop grated,
holding himself still. His cock, on the other hand, was stoking the
embers with every pulsing twitch.
    All of a sudden his hand moved between them,
his index finger flicking over Angel’s swollen clit. She was slowly
dying with pleasure and, giving herself up to his administrations,
she closed her eyes and rocked her hips. It didn’t take long to
reach the pinnacle of orgasm. Bishop knew what he was doing. As she
rode the wave to fulfillment he began to thrust fast and furious to
catch up.
    “Uuuuhhhh!” Angel was helpless to do
anything but cling to Bishop.
    “Aaaaaaahh,” Bishop followed with a rasp,
convulsing violently.
    They held each other tightly, powerless to
do anything but surf the explosive rapture rendering them weak and
depleted. When the wild, uncontrolled movements of their joint
convulsions died down, he collapsed against her.
    It was a long time before the kitchen grew
quiet again.

 
     
     
     
     

Chapter 5
     
     
    Bishop swore to himself when he realized he
hadn’t used a condom. Not once in fifteen years had