Sophie Oak: Once Upon a Time in Bliss

His cock wanted her. So fucking bad. He was dying. His dick was so close to her pussy. It rested right up on her labia, getting coated in all that juice from her orgasm. It would be such a simple thing to let his cock go, and he could be inside her in a single thrust. There wouldn’t be anything between them. If he fucked her without a condom, if he spent himself inside her, he would have to stay. He could buy them a couple more weeks to see if she was pregnant. And if she was pregnant?

The Agency would still come after him. An asset like Bishop didn’t retire to a sleepy mountain town and marry a sweet activist. The CIA had put a lot of money into training him, and he’d been a part of a whole lot of classified operations that the government didn’t want anyone to know about. And that wasn’t the only problem with this scenario. He’d made too many enemies, too many bad choices that could come back to haunt him and Nell. There were a whole bunch of nasty forces out there who would be thrilled to know John Bishop had a weakness.

If he wouldn’t make a good husband, then he wasn’t parenthood material either.

“Turn over.” He couldn’t take the chance, but he also was far too selfish to give up the idea of being inside her without anything between them. He’d had a physical, and she was perfect. There was nothing to keep him from this particular act. He wanted everything she would give him. He wanted to be her first all over again.

She allowed him to roll her over. That round, glorious ass of hers came into view. His mouth practically watered. He’d loved using the crop to tease her clitoris, but nothing compared to spanking that ass, to feeling her skin against the flat of his palm. Warm flesh filled the palms of his hands as he cupped her cheeks. He rolled them, spreading her wide so he could see the plug resting deep in her asshole, a mark of his possession. No one had ever claimed her ass. It would be his and his alone for now.

But she was small. If he had more time he would properly prepare her, spending night after night opening her up, making her ready to take his cock. But their time was almost over, so he needed to give her something to distract her, pleasure to make the shock of his cock splitting her open more savory.

Stefan Talbot had thought of everything. Bishop reached onto the nightstand, where he’d placed the items he’d prepared earlier. He grabbed the nicely sized rabbit vibrator and lubed it up.

“What are you doing, Henry?” Nell tried to look behind her.

They were going to have to talk about trust, but he didn’t mind because it gave him the perfect excuse to smack her lovely ass and hear that whimper that always went straight to his cock. She was so fucking perfect for him. He slapped at the fleshiest part of her cheek, loving the way it pinkened. “Keep your eyes to the front. You don’t need to look back. I’m going to fuck your ass, baby. Do you have a problem with that?”

Her head nodded, but her eyes stayed to the front. “I have several concerns, actually.”

He smacked her again, forcing down a laugh. There wasn’t an ounce of fear in her voice, the brat. He could practically hear the smile on her face. She loved this. She loved the push and pull of play.

She would need this again.

He forced that thought out of his head. If there was one thing he’d learned about this town, it was that they took care of their own. Their sheriff might be lackadaisical, but Rye Harper was going to take over, and he would watch out for Nell. Stef cared about her, too, and he understood what a woman like Nell would need. She would need a strong partner who would make sure she was taken care of while she tried to change the whole damn world, a man who would love her for everything she was. Stef could find her a Dom, a husband.

And Bishop would love her from afar. Always.

“Are you telling me no?” He knew the answer to that, but they were playing.

“I’d never tell you no, Henry. Yes. Yes. I want to experience it all with you. But you could spank me again.” She wiggled her ass his way.

She was going to kill him. He slapped her ass, giving her the erotic punishment she’d requested. He spanked her over and over until she was moaning and submissive. Until her head had dropped and she was on her elbows, her backside high in the air.

That was what he wanted. He lubed up the toy and started it humming.

“Henry, I won’t last long.” Her words sounded dreamy and a little far away.

“Come as much as you like, baby. I want you to come a hundred times tonight.” He lined the vibe up and started to work it into her pussy, pressing until the rabbit head was nestled against her clit.

He pushed it in, fucking in and out of that pussy as Nell started to moan. “I’m going to fill you, baby. I’m going to make you scream for me.”

Her ass moved, pressing back to take the vibe. Bishop could see the plug peeking out of those cheeks. He couldn’t stand it another minute.

“Nell, hold the vibe, baby. I need to get inside you.”

A hand came back as she held the vibrator, moving in long, slow passes into her cunt.

Bishop watched her fuck the vibrator as he lubed up his cock, anticipation building every second. He gripped his dick hard, spreading the lube, getting himself ready.

He spread her cheeks and toyed with the plug, twisting it slightly. Her spine shook, that slow rhythm of hers interrupted as he played with her asshole. He pulled on the plug and pressed it back in again and again until he couldn’t stand another second. He pulled it out, tossing it on the towel he’d placed on the nightstand. The plug had done its job, opening her up for his dick to plunder.

“Please, Henry.”

Yes, this would absolutely please Henry. God, he’d just thought of himself as Henry. Her Henry.

He pressed his dick to that hot hole and rimmed her with his cockhead, opening her further, forcing his way inside.

So tight. He pressed in and pulled out in tiny movements that threatened to make him lose control. Patience. He had to make it good for her. He had to make it last.

He gripped her hips and fed his cock inside, pushing past the tight ring of her anus. She gripped him hard, lighting up his dick. “Press back, baby. Open up for me. Let me in. I want to fuck you so much. I need you, Nell.”

She thrust back against him, pushing, drawing him in. His cock slid home, pressure making his balls draw up in pleasure. She was squeezing his cock, her asshole strangling him, pulsing and threatening to pull the cum straight out of him. But he resisted because this was fucking heaven. He wanted to stay here.

“Are you all right, baby?”

“So full. It’s almost too much,” she said, moaning. Her cheek was against the bed, her whole body spread and submissive.

“Play with the vibe, baby. Don’t forget your pussy.” He held himself still while she pressed the vibe up.

“Oh, my god. Oh. Henry. Henry.”

Somehow it felt right to have her call out that name. He was Henry with her. He would have to go back to being that sad-sack bastard John Bishop soon enough, but being Henry Flanders had been the joy of his life.

He felt her shudder as she came and let himself off the leash. He forced his dick back, the massage of the vibe ensuring that it wouldn’t last as long as he wanted it to. He pounded into her, forcing her to take every hard inch he had to give.

Nell shouted out again, and there was nothing left to fight. His spine shivered as his balls bubbled over with cum. Jets of cum poured from his cock as the orgasm filled his body, his soul. This wasn’t sex. He finally understood the difference. This was making love. This was pure connection.

Nell fell forward, her whole body seemingly depleted. He followed her, covering her flesh with his own. He wrapped her up in his arms, and a peace unlike anything he’d ever known came over him, settling around him more securely than any blanket. Her fingers threaded through his own, winding around and allowing her to cuddle up. He shifted and spooned her.