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“That’s it, love, gag for me.”
CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
BISHOP
Having Camilla pinned beneath me is a fucking dream and a nightmare all at once.
I know I have to be gentle. I can’t wrap my belt around her throat while I fuck her. I have to go slow so I don’t hurt her. But fuck, all I want to do is ruin her.
I sit back on my heels and stare down at her. Her dark hair is spread out beneath her in a messy halo, her eyes are drunk with post-orgasm haze, and her skin is tinged with the most beautiful blush I’ve ever seen in my life.
How am I meant to take my time when all I want to do is destroy her? Mind, body, and fucking soul.
I drag her up with me for long enough to tear Kovu’s shirt over her head and toss it across the room before making quick work of tearing the scrap of lace between her thighs to pieces.
Her eyes widen as I pull the fabric away from her soaking wet core and bring it to my nose, inhaling deeply. “Fuck, Camilla,” I groan, quickly throwing the lace in the general direction of my phone on the nightstand. I’m definitely keeping those for later.
The blush of her cheeks deepens as she catches her bottom lip between her teeth.
I hold her eyes as I shove my boxer briefs down, my cock slapping my stomach when it breaks free.
Camilla’s eyes widen as she stares at me, and a smug smirk tugs at the corners of my lips. My innocent little love. It’s clear she hasn’t been around many naked men, and the possessive asshole in me is fucking ecstatic. I’m glad there’s no one out there I need to kill because they know what my woman looks like naked.
I grasp the base of my cock, groaning at the pressure, before giving it a few pumps, desperate for relief after watching Camilla fall apart.
“You ready, love?” I ask, my voice raspy with desire.
She nods as her breathing picks up, and I can’t help but watch as her tits rise and fall with every breath. All the things I never would have noticed in another woman, I find myself lost in when it comes to her, but I don’t give myself a chance to analyze that right now. My obsession with Camilla will need to wait for another day to be dissected.
I cover her body with my much larger frame, but I hold my head up, keeping her gaze locked with mine.
“Should we use a—” Camilla starts, but I immediately cut her off.
“No fucking chance I’m having anything between us, love.” I dip my head and press a kiss to her pouty lips, unable to hold myself back from tasting her. “Rogers said the IUD you had put in is effective immediately, and I’m clean. We all got tested when you arrived, and none of us have been with anyone since.”
Her eyes flare with something akin to possessiveness, and I can’t help but smirk. Seems our little houseguest doesn’t want to share us.
She gives me a small nod, and I notch my cock at her entrance, relishing in her wet warmth. I already know her tight cunt is going to be my undoing, but I need to make this good for her. I refuse to be at the end of one of those first-time horror stories.
A whimper escapes her throat, and it’s my undoing. It takes every bit of willpower I have not to slam home but to slowly inch forward, watching her reaction closely as I sheath myself with her sweet cunt.
“Fuck, Camilla.” I force the words through gritted teeth, my restraint waning the farther I sink inside her. “You’re doing so well, love.”
“Bishop,” she cries, pain etched into her features. “It’s too much. It hurts.”
I snake one of my hands between us, propping myself up on my other elbow. Carefully, I rub circles into her clit and immediately feel her relax beneath me. “You can take me, love. You’re doing so fucking good. Just a little more.”
Camilla preens under my praise, and a smirk finds its way onto my lips. It’s not surprising that she has a praise kink, but it’s definitely going to be something all four of us lean into.
I groan as I bottom out inside her, her pussy fluttering around my hard length. “Jesus, Camilla. Your pussy is fucking nirvana. If I could live the rest of my life inside you, I would die the happiest fucking man.”
She moans, her hips moving beneath me, and I search her face for pain, but there’s none. All that remains is pure ecstasy.
I set a slow but hard pace, angling our hips to make sure I hit her sweet spot with every thrust. Her moans are a symphony, and the smug part of me wonders if the others can hear us. Their bedrooms aren’t on this level, so it’s unlikely, but part of me fucking hopes they can, that they’ve turned the camera feed on and they’re watching me take her for the first time.
“More,” Camilla cries, and I feel the moment my resolve snaps.
I slam into her with wild abandon, my hips pistoning as I thrust into her with barely contained control. The tingling at the base of my spine is at the point of no return, but I refuse to come without her.
