Chapter Five

Allegra

I’m on my knees between his thighs, staring up at him from beneath my lashes. I undo his belt, pop the button on his jeans, and lower his zipper. Without underwear in the way, his massive erection springs free. I lick my lips, trying to figure out the logistics of what I am about to do.

“You don’t have to…” Bishop starts. He ends the sentence with a moan.

I wrap my lips around the angry red crown, running my tongue along the slit. I suck lightly, watching and listening to all his reactions. I wrap a hand around the base at the same time he wraps his hand in my hair. He takes over my movements, working my mouth up and down his length.

“Jesus!” he curses, his hips lifting off the chair. “Your mouth is a miracle.”

I hum, causing him to curse again. His thigh trembles beneath the hand not stroking his cock. I know that each person has their own sexual preferences, but this is all just one big experiment. Using my teeth, I lightly scrape at the head of his cock, precum coating my tongue.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he shouts loudly.

I’m down on my knees, but I have never felt so powerful. Ever. I always thought that women who gave blowjobs were the weaker sex, but that isn’t true. I’m in control of the entire situation. I fondle his balls, watching the tendons in his neck strain with the effort of holding back.

My pussy is wetter than it has ever been and we’re still just in the foreplay phase. My breasts are heavy, and my nipples as hard as diamonds as arousal thrums through my veins.

I work harder at his length, my head bobbing up and down quickly. His breathing becomes erratic, and I know that he is getting close. I want to push him over the edge, taste his cum on my tongue, but he rips me away.

Lifting me quickly from the floor, he throws me down in the middle of the massive king-sized bed. I bounce once before landing on my back. Bishop stares at me with a deranged look on his face and excitement rages through my system. I feel sexy and desired. Spreading my legs wider, I watch him swallow before rubbing his hand over his mouth.

“We need to slow down,” he says, his voice gravelly, his gaze never moving from my exposed sex.

“I thought we weren’t going too fast?”

Did I do something wrong? Why would he want to stop?

“Babe,” he says with a sigh. “I’m really trying to be a gentleman here. I will wreck your pretty little pussy if I fuck you now. I have almost no control left.”

I stare at him in disbelief. I appreciate that he is thinking of me, that he doesn’t want to hurt me. But I don’t want soft and sweet. I want real.

Using the fingers on my right hand, I rub my exposed sex. The wetness of my arousal clings to the tips. Bishop makes a sound deep in his throat before his body covers mine. He rips my hand away from my sex, sucking my fingers into his mouth. Somewhere along the way he stripped. The head of his cock prods at my entrance, and I almost stop him.

I don’t get the chance though. Bishop strokes into me, his cock buried to the hilt as I scream to the ceiling.

He freezes above me, confusion scrolled across his features.

I breathe deeply, trying to will the pain to the background.

“Allegra?”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re crying.”

“I’m fine,” I repeat. “Just give me a minute.”

Thankfully, he shuts up and holds still.

After long moments, I shift my hips, experimenting with the pain level and the fullness I am feeling.

“Babe,” Bishop groans, his eyes closed.

A frisson of pleasure runs through me, and I do it again, hooking my leg over his hip.

“If you keep squirming, I won’t be able to stay still,” he says lowly, fighting to remain in control. His hands pin my hips to the bed harshly.

“Please,” I mutter, trying to move. “I need…” My words taper off, because I don’t know what I need.

“I know exactly what you need.”

Bishop pulls back before stroking into me, his gaze locking on where we are connected.

“You should have told me,” he says angrily. “I would have taken my time. I wouldn’t have hurt you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lie.

Bishop grabs my face harshly, holding me in place until our gazes connect. “There is blood on my cock. I know you were a virgin.”

“What does it matter?”

“You don’t just give up your virginity to some random asshole,” he says angrily. “It’s supposed to be special.”

“It’s supposed to be my choice,” I counter. “I chose to be here. I’m not scared, and no one is trying to hurt me.”

“Babe,” he groans, all the anger leaving him. He kisses me gently before pulling back.

I smile at him when he pulls away. “Call it a Christmas gift.”