Bishop: Part One

by Elisa Leigh

  As much as I don’t want to break this beautiful moment we are having, it needs to happen so we can move forward. “Baby,” I kiss her neck softly.

  “Hmm?” She asks.

  “Tell me what happened that night.” Cara sits up and starts to move away from me, but I pull her back against me and speak soothingly in her ear. “I know this is the last thing you want to talk about, but we need to do it. I need to know you are okay.”

  She sighs loudly as if I’m irritating her and it makes me smile. “Oddly enough, I’m feeling fine. Better than fine actually. I don’t understand it, but I have this feeling it has something to do with us.”

  “What do you mean?”

  She sighs, and this time she sounds as if she remembers something ugly. “That night, when Mandy and I left you outside, we went in so I could use the bathroom. When I was done, I thought Mandy would be waiting for me, but she wasn’t there. Instead of going to find her, or trying to find my way back to you I decided to wait for her to come back. There were just too many new people that I wasn’t in the mood to be around. The quiet was nice ya’ know? And I was just so tired.”

  She shrugs. “Anyway, that’s when Brent sat down next to me and started talking. It all went downhill from there.” She’s quiet for a while. “I’m not going to tell you everything Bishop, I don’t want to relive it, but when I started to give in to the pain and give up, someone was there, encouraging me to fight. She pulled me out of that place I was in.”

  “Who?”

  She shakes her head. “You’re going to think I’m crazy, but I have no idea. She started talking to me in my head.”

  Could it be? The only time I’ve ever heard of people speaking to others in their minds is when there’s a familial match. “I don’t think you’re crazy. Whoever she was, I’m thankful she was there when I wasn’t.”

  “What happened to Brent? He and Alexis haven’t been at school since everything happened.”

  My hands tighten against her stomach, and she squeaks. “Sorry baby.” I soothe my hands over where I squeezed and continue to touch her, loving the way she feels.

  “Bishop, I need to know what happened.”

  “You don’t ever have to worry about seeing him again. That fuck won’t ever be coming back. After I about killed him for what he did to you, Finn and Davey pulled me off of him. When Alexis was arrested for her part in all of this, she also confessed to fucking up your car.”

  “I don’t think I even talked to her that first day. Why would she touch my car? How did she even know where I lived?”

  I sigh. “From the what I’ve read in the reports, she saw us together the day we met. I guess I looked at you in a way that I’ve never looked at her and she became jealous of you instantly. She knew where you lived because Greg let everyone know you were his niece. It’s a small town, it’s not hard to figure out where people live, especially with that fancy car parked out front.”

  “I don’t understand how someone can be so hateful.”

  “I don’t either baby. You don’t need to worry about Alexis or Brent again, they are now sitting in a cell at Hollows Creek P.D. awaiting being sentenced for their crimes. This won’t go to court since they’ve taken a deal. Part of that is they have been exiled from town.” I take a deep breath, hoping I don’t scare her. “I would have killed him, Cara, I should have. No one touches you, harms you, and gets to walk away.”

  Cara turns around, so we are face to face, and rests her legs behind me. “Thank you, Bishop.”

  With my hands resting loosely on her hips, I use one and rub a path up her back until I’m holding the back of her neck. “You don’t thank me for protecting what’s mine, Cara. They will know soon enough. You aren’t just my Tesoro, you’re my Princess just as I am your Prince. They will fear our union because together we will hold more power than anyone has ever witnessed. We are history in the making Cara, a story passed down to children for generations, we are a prophecy unfolding. Our two families were destined to unite.”

  She breathes out heavily. “Why don’t I know any of this? Why would my mother run and keep this from me? I hate that there is so much that I don’t know. I feel like I’m a stranger living in my own body.”

  Using my hand that’s gripping her hip, I pull her hot pussy against my painfully hard dick, and she moans, just like she did the other day. “There are things you don’t know, but you know who you are baby. You know this body and what makes it feel good, just like I will.”

  I capture her lips with mine and take her mouth in a long, deep kiss. I haven’t touched her like this since before she was hurt. I can’t hold back any longer, and I don’t think she wants me to either. Cara wraps her arms around my neck and lets down every wall, giving herself freely to our kiss and our connection. Her pussy grinds against me shyly at first, but as our kiss deepens, she moves against me harder and faster.

  Fuck it, I know what we both need. Pulling her shirt over her head, I toss it to the ground. She quickly lifts mine over my head too. Her huge tits sit heavily in her bra, threatening to escape. My mouth waters with need, wanting to taste her hard nipples. I unclasp her bra and Cara pulls it down her arms. She surprises me when she rubs her hands around them and pulls on the tips, then lifts them up to me in offering. “Taste them, my Prince.”

  A groan escapes the back of my throat. I’ll never be able to tell her no. “Fuck,” I whisper harshly then suck one of her nipples into my mouth. Cara leans back, resting her hands on my knees. When I’m done tongue fucking the hell out of her, I switch to the other one. The noises coming out of her tell me whatever I’m doing, I’m doing it well. I’ve never touched anyone like this, so I’m proud to know I can bring her this pleasure.

  Pulling back, I stare down at Cara, devouring her every curve with my eyes. She’s breathing heavily, and her eyes are glazed over with passion. I know I can’t fuck her out here, that wouldn’t be right. She deserves romance and flowers, satin sheets and rich decadence. She will be a queen and should be treated as one. Tell that to my dick who is leaking loads of precum readying himself to pummel her virgin pussy.

  Cara stands, placing her pussy right in front of my face. Her scent invades my senses and the hold I’ve had on my will to hold back snaps. Having enough thought to not tear her pants off of her since I’ll need to bring her back home, I grab her leggings and pull them down to her ankles. Her pussy is naked. “Why aren’t you wearing any fucking panties?” I growl.

  She bites her lip and shrugs her shoulder. “Put your hands on my shoulders,” I order, and she does what I say.

  Using my thumbs, I spread her lips and see her puffy clit just waiting to be sucked into my mouth. I wrap my lips around it, loving her taste and the sounds she makes as I draw circles around her. Using two fingers, I rub them through her wet slit and push them into her tight opening, while still loving on her clit.

  “Ohhh” She moans.

  “You like that baby?” I pull my fingers out of her, sucking them into my mouth and moan around them. She tastes like heaven.

  “Mmm Bishop I need more, don’t stop.”

  I stand and swiftly pull her into my arms, carrying her to nearest of the few cottages we have built around the pond. It’s not fancy, but it’s better than making love on the sandy bank. In minutes, I have her laid out, entirely bare for me, on one of the beds. She’s the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen, and she’s all mine.

  She watches as I undress before her, her eyes going wide when she gets a look at what I have between my legs. I grab my shaft, staring directly at her, and stroke all ten inches as drops of precum drip down my length. “Do you see this baby, this is all for you.”

  Cara licks her lips and stares at me longingly. “If it’s all mine, I demand that you get over here and give it to me then.” She says saucily, quirking her eyebrow at me.

  “Scoot back.”

  Using her hands, she pushes herself back until her head is resting on the pillows, her eyes never leaving mine. Th
e heat from before is still present, but there’s something else hidden in her depths.

  Crawling up the bed, I lay beside her and take her face in the palm of my hand then kiss her. The heated frenzy pushing us before is no longer in charge, now it’s something deeper, something more. I pull away and rub my nose against hers then kiss her on the forehead. “You are my life now Cara. My Princess. My Queen. My days begin and end with you. I’ll always put your needs first. We don’t have to do this now. We can wait as long as you want.”

  She studies me then raises her hand and rubs her thumb along the edge of my bottom lip. “Why wait for something we both want. You and I are inevitable, like two magnets, we’ll always find our way back to each other. I don’t want to wait. I want you, Bishop.” Cara pulls my head toward her, and she kisses me with the passion of a woman claiming her man. No, a queen claiming her king.

  I quickly take over the kiss and claim my queen right back. “You’re always going to be mine, Cara. I’ll kill anyone who tries to come between us again.” I tell her fiercely.

  Kissing down her neck I nibble and suck the places I’ve come to learn drives her insane. Her legs are restless, her thighs rubbing together seeking a pleasure I alone will give her. I run my hand down her side and over her hip, her skin smooth to my touch. Clasping my hand under her knee, I pull it, so her leg straddles my side and she’s left open for me. Completely caught up in our moment her wanton lust has her rubbing her pussy up and down my length. I stop her, my hand holding her hip tightly. “If you don’t stop rubbing that hot, wet pussy all over me, this will be over way too soon.”

  “Then take me already Bishop. You can’t understand how much I need to feel you inside me. It’s like I’m being burned from within. This need is like nothing I’ve ever felt before.” She moans the last part, our connection overriding any control we have left.

  Chapter 19

  Cara

  Bishop makes me feel whole when for so long I’ve felt like there’s been a gaping hole inside me. I don’t know much, but I know Bishop is meant to be mine and I’m not going to fight the connection we have any longer.

  I spread my thighs wider, inviting him closer to my opening. I don’t know what he’s waiting for, but that’s as much of an invitation as I’m giving him. He smirks and slides the head of his dick through my wet folds. As soon as our bodies touch the playfulness is gone, and our bodies take over where our minds are still playing defense. One slide through my lips and he’s positioned himself at my opening staring past my soul and into my heart. He pushes into me, past my tight walls and virgin barrier, until our hips are touching. I exhale through the pain of being stretched well past my limit. Holy hell. A few tears well up in my eyes and fall down my cheeks.

  “I’m so sorry my love.” Bishop coos, wiping the tears from my cheeks. “The pain should ease soon.”

  I try breathing, hoping to alleviate some of the pressure and I end up shifting in a way which has him slide into me deeper. The move feels so good, I moan and move a little more, pulling him a little deeper. Bishop grabs my hips to stop me, but I can’t help myself. “No, don’t stop. It feels too good.” I beg, moving beneath him.

  “You’re driving me, insane baby.” He groans.

  Jesus Christ if she moves that fucking pussy again, I’m not going to be able to stop myself. The last thing I’d ever want to do is hurt her, but she’s playing a dangerous game.

  I gasp in shock, realizing what just happened. How am I able to hear his thoughts?

  The same way I’m able to hear yours, my love. Looking deep into my eyes, he pushes his thick cock in and out of me, slowly at first, watching my face and listening to my thoughts. Finding a rhythm that makes both of us feel incredible, he starts moving faster, smoother, like we’ve been doing this a hundred years, instead of for the very first time. It’s then that I realize what I wasn’t willing to before, Bishop saved himself for me.

  I stare up at him in wonder, in utter shock that he’s still a virgin.

  I knew I would find my tesoro one day. I was going to give her everything. Now is just the start my love.

  “I love you, Cara.” He moans against my ear.

  “I love you too Bishop.”

  Wrapping my legs around him, I dig my heels into his ass, pushing him into me faster and deeper. He licks and sucks on my neck, leaving small bites and marks down to my breasts. He’s so close to coming, but he’s worried I won’t get there. I’m there my Prince. Don’t stop. Fuck me harder.

  He growls and snakes his hand between us, strumming my clit with the pad of his thumb. In seconds I’m coming, and as soon as my walls tighten around him, he loses it, filling me full of his cum.

  “That was… you were…” He rambles, laying against me.

  I smile and stroke my fingers up and down his back. “It was.”

  We lay there quietly for the longest time until Bishop pulls out of me and rolls over for me to lay against him. With my head against his shoulder, I run my fingers through his happy trail and start to laugh.

  “Why are you laughing?” He asks, grinning down at me.

  “I know why they call it a happy trail now.” And I hide my face in his side so I can’t see his expression. Bishop bursts into the loudest full belly laugh I have ever heard.

  “As long as you’re happy.”

  Looking up, I rest my chin on his chest. “So, very happy. I wish we could stay here forever.” I sigh.

  “We could stay tonight if you want.”

  I perk up. “Really?”

  “I’m pretty sure no one is going to say anything to me about it.”

  I roll my eyes and try rolling away from him, but he pulls me back to his side. “Not so fast.” He says before tickling my sides.

  We spend the rest of the day and into the night talking and making love. After the sun has already gone down, Bishop goes out to find the picnic basket we left out by the pond. Thank goodness his mom packed it because the food is still fresh in the sealed containers. Our picnic lunch turns into a late, naked picnic dinner on the bed. We eat pasta salad and turkey sandwiches.

  “This is so good. Your mom is a great cook.”

  “I know. Just another reason for you to move in with me.”

  We’ve been tiptoeing around this conversation, neither of us ready to say what we both want out loud. “Is that what you want?”

  “I would have thought that was obvious by now.” He smirks.

  I stick my tongue out at him. “You never asked.”

  He takes my empty plate out of my hand and sets it on the bedside table then turns to look at me. “Will you move in with me Cara?”

  I don’t know why this embarrasses me, but my cheeks heat and I’m sure they are turning pink. “Would your mom care?”

  “Are you kidding? She loves having you at the house. Plus, do you really think that you could stay at your uncle’s without me?”

  I shrug, but already know the answer, especially now that we’ve made love, our need for one another will increase more than before. Bishop gives me a soft kiss then gets up off the bed. “Where are you going?”

  “I’m just going to clean up, I’ll be right back.”

  I go to stand, but he pushes me back onto the bed. “I don’t think so. I got this. You stay here and rest.”

  By the time he comes back to bed, I’m almost asleep. He scoots in behind me and wraps his larger frame around mine, then kisses the back of my head. “I love you more than you’ll ever know Cara. I’m going to spend the rest of my life making your life beautiful.”

  “You can’t promise me that, but I love you for wanting to.”

  Bishop kisses me behind my ear, leaving a slow path down the slope of my neck and then back up to my mouth. I turn to face him so I can kiss him deeper and he pulls my leg over his. Hearing what he wants me to do, I straddle his hips and rub my pussy over his dick, making him shudder beneath me in pleasure. Sitting up on my knees, I grasp his shaft and position at the opening of my pussy, th
en slide down as far as I can go. In my mind I can hear Bishop telling me how good my pussy feels, encouraging me to keep moving. Bishop grabs hold of my waist gently, helping to guide me. When I can’t go any further, I slide up and then back down again, doing this until his dick is fully seated inside me.

  With my two hands grasping his neck, and his around my waist, we start moving together, finding the perfect rhythm for us. My hard nipples graze against the hair on his chest, heightening the feel of him. Bishop, it feels too good. You’re so deep this way.

  Cara, baby. Don’t stop what you’re doing. Oh fuck, move a little faster. The sound of his moan ringing through my head and his grip on my waist, moving me, is all it takes for my pussy to start spasming and my orgasm to take over. My orgasm triggers Bishop’s, and he fucks into me harder until he comes deeply inside me.

  Breathing heavily, I collapse over Bishop with his dick still deep inside me. “We need to stop doing that?”

  He tenses below me. “Why the fuck for?”

  His serious response makes me laugh, and once I start, I can’t stop. I’m laughing to so hard I roll off of him and lay on my back next to him.

  “Cara, I don’t see what’s so funny about this.”

  My laugh dies quickly needing to put him at ease. I grasp the side of his face in my palm. “You can’t keep coming inside me, Bishop. What if I get pregnant?”

  He grins at me salaciously. “Would that be such a bad thing?”

  I roll my eyes. “Right now, it would be an inconvenient thing.”

  Bishop frowns and is about to argue his point when I cover his mouth with my hand. “I haven’t even turned eighteen yet. We haven’t graduated high school. There is still a lot that needs to happen before we can think of having kids.”

  He pulls my hand down away from his mouth and kisses the side of my head. “You’re right. Nothing we can do about it now, but I’ll be more careful in the future.” He holds out his arm for me to snuggle against him. Just like always since I’ve been his arms each night, sleep finds me quickly.