And Then There Was Collection Read Online Jenika Snow

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He had his free hand curved around one ass cheek, the pads of his fingers digging into my flesh tightly as he used that leverage to help my rocking against him. Rational thought left me, and all I could think about was how good this felt… how I wanted—needed—to come.

I’d never been touched before.

I’ve never felt like this before.

My entire body felt like it was burning alive, like in one single moment I could just detach from myself and nothing else would matter, like I’d just float away and was totally content with never being back in reality.

“I’ll be the only man to ever touch you like this,” he growled dominantly against my neck. “I’ll be the only one to ever see the pleasure consume you.” He tightened his hand on my ass even more and rocked me harder against him as he lifted his hips in time with the motions.

My breath hitched. So close. I was going to get off, and it was going to be so hard.

I need more, Bishop.

I swore I could feel the very hard, very thick length of him through our jeans. And the more I rocked, the faster I moved, the harder he lifted his hips, digging that steel against me.

“Bishop,” I whisper-moaned, my eyes still closed. I bit my lip hard enough I tasted blood, but that pain only heightened my pleasure.

I wanted to beg him to touch me more, to tear our pants away, to rip my panties, lift me up, and let me sink down on his cock. I wanted to say all of that and more, but the ecstasy was too much, too word-stealing, breath-consuming, that all I could do was rock against him and moan even more.

Dirty thoughts and images slammed into my head on repeat, like a broken record, fueling my pleasure, making me gasp, writhe, beg unabashedly for more of Bishop.

I need him deeper. I need him in me.

I opened my eyes then, staring into his face, shocked he was staring at me. His expression was stoic. On the outside, he looked unaffected, but I could see the difference in him, how he was barely holding on to his control.

Beads of sweat dotting his temples.

Clenched jaw.

The sound of him grinding his teeth.

The tightening of his fingers.

The hardness of his cock.

I closed my eyes again and moaned louder, not even caring how wild I sounded and how crazed I acted.

He isn’t as out of control as I am.

“Look at me,” he demanded, his voice gone so hoarse, so deep. I was helpless not to obey.

And when I did open my eyes, I saw he was looking at my lips, this mesmerized expression reflected back at me. I licked first the bottom one, then the top, tasting him from our earlier kiss. That seemed like a lifetime ago right now.

But I wanted his kiss again, wanted his hands on my naked body, his mouth on every exposed part of me. I wanted to be under him as he thrust deep inside me. I wanted to be on top as I rode him. God. I wanted it all.

“Bishop,” I whispered, still moving back and forth, still feeling him aid my movements.

“I want to watch as you come like this.” He lifted his hips up, then ground himself against me, so I groaned. “I want to watch you come from this alone.”

I bit my lip hard, gasping as that seam pressed to my clit again and again.

My body betrayed me, arousal filling me swiftly. I had no control right now.

“I can feel you,” I cried out as a sharp burst of pleasure slammed into me. He lifted his gaze from my mouth and looked into my eyes, his pupils dilating right in front of me, the brown of his irises nearly completely swallowed by the blackness of his pupils.

“Can you feel how hard you make me?” He lifted his hips again, and I nodded.

“Yes,” I moaned.

“You see what you do to me?” His hand tightened on my ass. “I’ve never been this hard in my fucking life, never even imagined my cock could hurt like this.”

He leaned in even closer so that our lips were a hairbreadth away. With my breasts pressed against his hard chest, my nipples beading painfully and scraping against my bra and shirt, I was so close to going over the edge.

“Come on, baby,” he urged. “Give me what we both want.”

I stared into his eyes, unable to look away, as if he willed me to hold his gaze as I went over that edge of pleasure. Desire built inside me, starting between my legs and shooting outward. God, I was going to come.

“Yeah,” he purred. “That’s it. That’s so fucking it, Korrie.”

There was no way I could stop this. No way I wanted to.

“Bishop?” I said his name questioningly as I felt that ecstasy rise so fast I couldn’t comprehend what was happening. Oh. My. God.


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