Crawling over her, she’s ready for my mouth and tongue as she wraps herself around me with her arms and legs.
We make out like teenagers, our pace quick then slow. Every time she runs her hand down my chest and torso, then stops right above my jeans makes my cock twitch like I’m sixteen.
My lips fall to the crook of her neck, lapsing the sensitive area as I undo my jeans. Emmy, though does not.
“You gonna make me do all the work?” She gives me an innocent grin then bites down on the inside of her bottom lip. “Alright.”
Flipping her over, I pull her back by her hips and get her on all fours. Undoing the button of her tight jeans, I yank them down and over her ass, down to her knees.
My hand mindlessly runs down the curve of her butt as her thighs press together from being bound by the material of her pants.
Leaning over, I use the tip of my tongue to find her clit, and Emmy shutters above me, attempting to open her legs wider but falls short.
“Fuck these pants.” She moves her legs to shred them, but I slap her ass.
“Don’t move,” I growl out, then shove my face into her wet pussy just to tease before I trail up to the tight hole she let me get to the other day.
She writhes and curses under her breath. I pepper back down to her pretty cunt with kisses and a few licks of my tongue when Emmy arches her back for me to take more.
“Bishop, please.” She begins to tremble under the pads of my fingers, and I know she’s close, but I’ve never made her come like this before—teasing both of her holes—and I’m looking to start new beginnings.
With my thumb, I circle her clit and go back for more of her wet cunt before I miss her ass already. I’m already a fucking fiend for it.
Emmy moans and labels me as an asshole eating her asshole, but she loves me.
I love her.
We’re a team.
“Ride my face,” I order while I have two fingers at the ready for her to sink into. She finger-fucks my digits as I lick her tightness and bite her perfect cheeks.
A few more thrusts, and she comes hard, riding anything she can to get her fill.
Rising, I kneel behind her and slowly inch my cock inside her wet cunt, feeling her shudder against me.
“Come here,” I order before she rises and presses her back to my chest. “Promise me you’ll never leave without—“
“I’m never leaving you,” she breathes. “I couldn’t.”
“No, baby...without telling me that you love me. That we can be this way forever. That we won’t have any secrets. That we’ll communicate.”
She bobs her head in agreement as I slowly go deeper. “Fuck, your cock feels amazing.”
My lids snap shut on their own when she squeezes around me on purpose. “Shit.”
She impatiently thrusts her ass against me and sets the pace, which is obviously not in the mood to go at a steady one.
Each time her butt meets my pelvis, the new spot makes my balls clench and forms the creation of my own orgasm.
I kiss the area behind her ear and trail a path with my tongue down her cheek and neck, peppering kisses here and there.
“Even with your eyes closed, you still know it’s me your fucking,” she mutters. “I’ll erase every painful memory or woman you’ve ever had. All you’ll see is me.”
My eyes flutter open. “Is my girl getting possessive now?”
“When you fuck me like this, hell yeah, I am…I already feel bad for every woman who eye fucks you in front of me.”
“And does that happen often?”
“More than I like.” She wraps her arm back and around my head. “Maybe I’ll make you a t-shirt.”
I chuckle into her neck and drive in harder. My name is off Emmy’s lips on repeat as I bite down on her shoulder, following it by my mouth to soothe it away.
“Come on, baby,” I whisper against her skin. “Give me that pussy and finish all over my cock.”
Together we sound like we’re running a damn marathon, and when she cries out again, I fuck every single one of her exhales out of her until I’m heaving my orgasm inside her.
We fall in a heap on the bed, and Emmy comes up to cuddle into the crook of my arm.
“Bishop?”
“Yeah.”
“Will you marry me?”
My chest rumbles with laughter as I kiss the top of her head. “Yeah, baby. I’ll be your bitch.”
A MONTH LATER…
“Are they mine, Auntie Em?” Madelyn hovers over Alaric like she’s hardcore studying an ancient artifact and aware of all their actions.
Anyone who holds the twins, she’s near.
Anytime someone feeds them, she’s overseeing it, and the only reason she’s not near Atlas is because she can only be in one spot at one time.
“You can’t own babies,” I vouch softly, watching Alaric watch me as I feed him. “They’re your cousins.”
“But Uncle Kacie says they’re his.”
“Because he’s their daddy.”
“But I’m their cousin, you said.”
I smile at her. “I did, sweetheart, but…sure, they’re your babies too.” Madelyn beams at me, only took her two seconds to wear me down to get what she wanted.
“I have babies! Daddy, daddy!” She sprints away from me, dark curls bouncing behind her as she finds Hardy.
The twins and I moved into Bishop’s house, which calmed down his nerves after my meeting with Ledger. It’s a tight fit, but Scarlett loves cooing and playing with the twins. We take turns making dinner and talking shit at night about anything and everything on the front porch.
Hardy has been amazing and helpful too, with taking the kids if only for a little while to give Bishop and I some peace.
I ask for nothing, yet his siblings took the babies and I in, just like family. Especially on the
