Chapter Six

Bishop

A virgin.

Fuck.

My.

Life.

I hurt her, made her cry. I feel like a fucking bastard. But Allegra is being so fucking logical that it is driving all those feelings out of me.

“Call it a Christmas gift,” she says with a shy smile.

I want to throttle her and kiss her at the same time. But who the fuck am I to judge her? She should be able to make her own decisions. Especially after what she has been through. It’s a fucking miracle her virginity was still intact to begin with.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” I say, withdrawing my length. “If this is my gift, I’m going to enjoy it.”

“Please,” she begs beautifully as I push my cock back into her, inch by treacherous inch. “It feels so good. I feel so full.”

I hold my length deep in her before repeating the process. Her pussy flutters around my length and I fight to keep my strokes even. What I want to do is fuck her into the bed. I want to make her scream my name until security comes to the door to shut us up. But I need to take it easy until I am sure she can take more.

“Bishop,” she moans. “Please?”

“Please what, babe?”

“Fuck me. Stop holding back I won’t break.”

The next thrust is harder, her breasts bouncing. She moans like a fucking porn star, and I need to hear the sound again. My thrusts become harder, faster. I can’t keep my eyes off her tits. The movement has me entranced. I frame the globes with my hands from below, marveling at the difference in our skin tone. Even with her tan complexion, my hands are darker. Scars against pure silky skin.

Allegra scores her nails down my back, and I can’t help the shiver that runs through me. Lifting her legs, I push them toward her chest, her knees almost touching her shoulders. My cock pistons into her, pushing her over the precipice and into a screaming orgasm. Her walls clamp down around my length and milk my cock, forcing every drop of cum out of me and into her virgin womb.

“Fuck!” I shout as my vision blurs, the pleasure more intense than ever before.

My mind is working a mile a minute. I have never fucked a woman without a condom. Never. I can’t believe I fucked up this badly. I wait for the panic to set in. When it doesn’t, I breathe a sigh of relief. Drawing out of her heat, I watch my blood-tinted cum spill out of her freshly fucked pussy and down the crack of her ass to pool on the sheets.

Usually, it would take at least twenty minutes for me to be ready for round two, but my cock has yet to go down. No, the fucker just kicked at the sight of my cum spilling from her. I’m a dirty bastard, but I never claimed to be anything else.

“Are you okay?” I ask, while still trying to catch my breath. I know it’s a stupid question, but I need to know.

“Perfect,” she says with her eyes closed. “Just a little tired.”

“You should get some rest.”

“Okay,” she says softly. She mumbles something else, but I don’t quite catch the words.

In mere moments, she is fast asleep. I shift her onto her side before slipping in behind her. I hold her against my chest doing another thing I’ve never done.

I cuddle her.

I should be in the throes of a panic attack right now, but all I can think of is getting between her thighs again. I should be terrified of getting her knocked up and yet I can’t get the image of her, pregnant, out of my mind. I see her in my mind, smiling, her stomach round and my heart clenches.

What the fuck is happening to me? I’ve never wanted to keep a woman, much less have children. I fuck her once and now I want to be Mr. Mom? None of this makes any fucking sense.

It’s this fucking holiday. It makes people crazy. And apparently, me too.

But as she lies breathing softly beside me, I know one thing for certain. I don’t want to let her go.