“That’s just proof you’re mine,” he murmurs and thrusts his fingers, stretching and curling inside of him, looking for all of the sweet spots.
Bishop swallows a growl; it isn’t anger its more from pleasure than anything. Maybe a tiny warning, “don’t hold back with me. Make all the noises you want. I want them.”
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Date: 2022-03-23 06:19 pm (UTC)Bishop swallows a growl; it isn’t anger its more from pleasure than anything. Maybe a tiny warning, “don’t hold back with me. Make all the noises you want. I want them.”