Bishop |18+|

Ch.44

Alia

"Tulips." I muttered in response, straining my neck to look up at him. After taking a few seconds to think, he nods and leans down to plant gentle kisses along the nape of my neck and down my spine. Such a soft gesture...

...from a man who's an absolute beast in bed.

Planting one last kiss on my Venus dimples, he reached over towards the nightstand to open a draw, before I stopped him. He glanced down at me in confusion. "What's wrong?"

"I'm on the pill." I whispered to him. After months of gambling with my fertility, I finally took the responsibility of going on birth control. Knowing Antonio, he doesn't mind using a condom but he definitely prefers skin-on-skin—anything to make our love life all the more intimate.

I wanted to feel all of him.

His eyes lit up at my words and it took a second for him to comprehend them before his brows furrowed. "Are you serious?"

"Mhm." I hummed. I could barely see him, it was fucking hard to with my belly against the mattress and my cheek against a pillow, though I could imagine the amount of excitement he felt—mixed with lust.

Pure, unadulterated lust.

He palmed my lower belly, raising my hips up gently, my hands on either side of my head—gripping the sheets as I felt myself grow more hot with apprehension.

I was basically blinded. He could do anything.

Once my pussy spread out a bit wider, the chilling sensation of the cold air hit the brim of my hole, sending shivers circulating throughout my body. That was until I felt his hands on my rear cheeks. "Tonio... what are you doing?" I gulped.

"Whatever I fucking want to." He muttered in a menacingly low voice that had a hint of unsuspecting danger following it. Shit.

Antonio had full control over my body at this point.

His hand shifted back before getting placed back onto my ass cheeks, feeling him spreading them apart and I winced. I manually clenched already, hoping I'd feel something but to no avail. My back was arched with my hips up to this man and he was doing jackshit.

My pussy was already dripping wet, and I could almost feel the slick drool drip onto the sheets. How fucking humiliating. Antonio chuckled.

"I swear to fucking god—oh." I was cut off, feeling the tip of his dick slowly push in, stretching out my tunnel ever so fucking slowly in such a torturous fashion. His hands palmed my lower back as he pushed my hips back, his cock slowly sinking into my pussy.

An unrecognisable sound slithered out from between my parted lips—something between a moan and a whine. "Shit!" I muffled into the pillow, gripping the sheets.

I was already so fucking sensitive, and feeling his girth stretch me out just made it all the more overwhelming.

It's been a few weeks and it felt like he was taking me again for the first time.

"Just stay." Antonio spoke with a soft growl. "It's been a while I want you to adjust."

"Antonio you have no fucking clue.." I grunted, moving my hips impatiently. "Come on."