Bishop |18+|

Ch.14

Alia
⚠️ Smut warning (and a lot of it) ⚠️

"I want you. You have no fucking clue."

I looked up at him with a frown, parting my lips to protest before he planted a harsh kiss on them, pushing me back slightly. It took me by surprise but I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him back with equal passion. It was intense, denied of patience. His body was stiff and his brows were furrowed.

Fuck.

I moaned against him, feeling his tongue invade my mouth for a third time this evening. My core was overheating at this fucking point and I could even feel myself dripping.

How dare he look that good.

"I want you, Alia." He groaned and kissing me harder, leaning down to suck my bottom lip. "So fucking badly."

His lips moved down to my collarbone, nipping at the skin and I let out a low groan. "Fuck—Tonio"

"I want to taste you." Antonio grunted, moving down lower and kissing the exposed part of my breasts. His hands moved down and cupped my ass. "I want to touch you..." He pressed right up against me, his pelvis in place before he began grinding against mine.

"Feel me, baby." Antonio groaned. "Feel how fucking hard I am for you." A short gasp was then erupted from deep within my throat once I felt him snuggle his huge erection between my thighs, pulsating to the rhythm of his grinds against my body.

Holy shit.

Our breaths were heavy and Antonio looked down at me, his cheeks tinted a bright shade of red. He was a mess of a man and his desire was starting to show—bold as fucking ever.

My mind was a complete clusterfuck—everything seemed like a blur in the moment. Every ounce of sense was thrown out the window the moment his lips met mine and I'm not complaining. I wanted him just as fucking badly—I was just waiting for him to break. I'm not one to submit to shit like this but fuck... I desperately needed a release.

"Not here." I whispered softly and Antonio lifted my chin with a finger, gazing down to meet my eyes.

"A bit louder for me, baby."
"Not here." I groaned. "Bedroom."

His grin widened and he leaned down to kiss my neck before moving down to hug my thighs, throwing me over his shoulder like a sack of fucking potatoes. Antonio did it with such ease and with a simple hold to my legs, he carried me upstairs. The apprehension was killing me.

I pushed myself up against his firm back only to feel him pull my dress up slightly to kiss the side of my thigh. This fucking man.

"Let me make it up to you." He whispered and I heard a door click, hearing it whine as he pushed it open ever so slowly. I was already in way too fucking deep.

It's not like I wanted to turn back.

The cold air of the room fanned my legs and before I knew it, I was lowered down slowly onto a bed. Despite literally being a second away from losing his shit completely, Antonio still continued to give me the gentle care and attention I so achingly desired. I looked up at him and noticed his expression—awfully stoic with a hint of softness to it. His bedroom was dimly lit, with a dark yet comforting atmosphere to it.