Bishop's Angel by Tory Richards Read Free Book Online

shuddered, and let
out a low groan. “Angel, let me get a condom on before it’s too
late.”
    Thank God he’d had the forethought to bring
one with him to the bathroom. He reached for where he’d placed it,
on the floor next to the tub. His fast movement must have
frightened the lounging cat because suddenly Barnie was jumping up,
and flying off the edge of the tub onto the floor. Ignoring the
cat, Bishop quickly tore the wrapper open and pulled out the
condom.
    “I hate this part,” Angel said, as he pushed
her off his cock.
    “What?” Bishop asked, preoccupied with
slipping the condom over his aching dick. He only had one burning
thought on his mind.
    “Pulling out after you’ve been inside, so
deep and snug. Scratching my itch. I just want you to fuck me, and
forget about everything else.”
    “Oh, shit!” he rasped gruffly, her words
nearly undoing him. “I can still do that.” His hips shot forward at
the same time he pulled her toward him, and then he was sheathed
inside her tight pussy again. They both made a sound of
satisfaction.
    “Hold on, baby,” he said, squeezing her
hips.
    She dropped her hands behind her in the
water to brace herself against the bottom of the tub. Her legs were
still up against his chest, only now her feet and half her calves
were dangling over his shoulders. The position allowed for a snug
fit and intense pleasure for them every time he thrust inside her
body. The sight of Angel’s beautiful bouncing breasts enticed
Bishop to pick up his speed. She pushed him over the edge when she
reached forward and cupped his balls.
    “Oh, God! Oh, God!” Angel cried out as she
climaxed.
    Bishop was right there with her. “Aaaahh!”
he groaned in a guttural tone, his body shuddering and convulsing
with his release. He couldn’t remember ever having such an intense,
explosive orgasm. As they clung to one another, panting out of
control, he couldn’t help thinking that Angel just might be the
salvation that he was looking for.

 
     
     
     
     

Chapter 6
     
     
    “Come on Angel, it’s your turn!”
    She sat back in her chair and vigorously
shook her head no. “I think I’ve had too much to drink.”
    “We all have, girlfriend! And that didn’t
stop us.”
    Angel raised her brow at her friend Ann,
before looking at Jodie. The third grade teacher looked like she
was about to fly off the mechanical bull she was riding. “Nope, no
way. I’m not going to make a fool out of myself. Look at Jody.”
    Ann laughed. “Did anyone take a picture of
her?”
    “I took a picture of all of us,” Marty, one
of the office secretaries , spoke up. She finished what was in her
glass and let out a hiccup. “Scuze me.”
    Angel smiled at her, before turning her gaze
back to Jody. Thank God the bull was winding down. For as many
years as they’d been coming there for girl’s night out so far no
one had been thrown, or seriously hurt. But sooner or later it was
bound to happen.
    “Are you going to be the only one of us not
to ride Bully Boy?” Cora asked, waving their waitress over. Cora
was a part-time volunteer for the school clinic and library.
    “Come on, Angel,” a male voice coaxed from a
nearby table. She spared him a smile. He and two of his friends had
been watching them for an hour, jeering them on, buying them
drinks. She’d seen them at Bronco Bill’s before and had dismissed
them as harmless flirts.
    Jody stumbled her way to their table,
laughing. “Your turn, Angel, and then I’m calling it a night.”
    “Oh, all right, but if I go flying someone
better be there to catch me.” Angel got to her feet and made her
way to Bully Boy. She was feeling a light buzz from the three
glasses of wine she’d drank, and would need to wait before driving
home. Which, thank goodness, was just down the street.
    “I’ll catch you, Angel!”
    She ignored the male shout-out and grabbed
the well-worn leather strap on to the mechanical bull, pulling
herself up onto his wide back. Bully