Bishop's Folly by Evelyn Glass Read Free Book Online

open as Stella leaned back.
     
    Her brown eyes razed over his body, admiring the musculature and the scars. Stella's gaze lingered on the gauze taped to his upper chest. It was a huge swath of bandage, fresh and white. Her fingertips ghosted over it, concern blatant on her face as Stella's gaze drew back to Bishop's face. “You don't have to do this if you don't want to, Bishop.”
     
    “Honey, if I ever don't want this, you might as well order my coffin,” Bishop snorted, a grin curled at his lips. His hands drifted over her body, from her shoulders, over her breasts and down her sides.
     
    Stella relished in the feeling of his warm, rough palms on her body. In spite of the flurrying hormones, worry still creased her brow. “I'm serious. What if your wound reopens or–”
     
    “You're half-naked and on top of me, Stella,” Bishop growled, grabbing her hips suddenly. He tugged her down, against his growing erection. His lips drifted to her neck and a throaty growl raked over Stella's skin, “This amount of teasing is cruel and unusual punishment.”
     
    She gasped and arched her back, feeling his thick cock beneath the fabric of his gown. Her pussy throbbed eager to be reacquainted with Bishop's member. Stella bit her bottom lip, concern swiftly melting away with Bishop's every word. The man was a big boy; he could make his own choices. Obviously, he wanted her, and no amount of potential pain stood in his way.
     
    In a way, Stella enjoyed his insistence. She slipped back on his lap, her gaze watching him intently. Bishop's lips twisted into a grin, his hungry grey eyes followed her down. The bunched up hospital gown shifted as his erection grew and strained. Through the flimsy fabric, Stella palmed his cock. Bishop leaned back, a light groan on his lips as he watched her push aside the gown.
     
    Hot prickly delight stewed in Bishop's groin. Over the last few days, he doubted any more dalliances with Stella. However, here she was, her lips slowly migrating down to his erect dick. He swallowed, anticipation dotting his thoughts. Just a few more inches, centimeters, millimeters. Stella's hot breath tickled the head of his cock just milliseconds before her tongue flicked out. Warm, malleable and wet, it made his manhood bob in pleasure.
     
    Stella tore her gaze away from Bishop's face, as her lips lowered onto his erection. A slight thrill ran down her spine as his hot, firm cock met her lips. Almost as soon as her lips took him in, Bishop tensed and groaned. Heat wrapped around him, nudging his temperature higher. His chest rose and fell with deep, measured breaths. While Bishop didn't actively care if the nurses found out about this rendezvous, he didn't want the fun ending too soon.
     
    She inched further down his sex, taking more and more of it into her hot, soft mouth. As Stella slowly made it to his base, Bishop grunted softly under his breath, “Fuck.”
     
    Her lips twitched in a smile around his erection, hearing his breathy moan. As she bobbed up and down his cock, her tongue writhed and she made small sounds around him. Bishop was having a hard time keeping his breathing under control. Every lick from her tongue, every moan, every bit of friction made the hormones in his head flare and his body twitch with pleasure. It didn't help that Stella maintained such a slow and steady pace.
     
    He wanted rough, hard, and hot. Bishop's hands shifted to the back of Stella's head, fingers curling into her hair. He followed her head up and down, resisting the urge to grab her and thrust himself. No, Stella wanted to be in control and, frankly, he'd put up with an eon of teasing for these moments.
     
    Stella's hands found their way to his balls. She cupped and cradled his gonads, rubbing them gently. Bishop tensed and his fingers tightened in her hair. She wondered how long the man could deal with gentle touches and a consistent pace. Would it draw him close to the edge? Would it, eventually, push him into a