It was spectacular.
In all honesty, she couldn’t wait to slide down it and feel him fill her body. Riding her pirate was always a fun time, and she’d never say no to that.
“Bish,” he whispered, and the whole time, he watched her, his beauty.
Her brunette waves of hair tickled his skin as she licked her way up his erection.
“So bad,” he muttered, as his balls were already tucking up into his body.
Someone wanted to play.
And she was going to get her wish.
Wrapping her fingers around his dick, Bishop took control and stroked her husband. As she did, that tremor of lust and power rolled through him.
Honestly, since he’d been shacking up with Ridge in the static, the sex on this plane had been different.
She could feel the energy in him when he came back recharged, and now, she wanted him to take that from her.
“What do you need?” she asked, knowing he’d understand what she was asking.
Lucian knew.
“I need to take my wife and fuck her.”
Oh, well, sign her up.
“Get me off, Bish, or I’m going to be wild. I don’t want to hurt you,” he warned.
And that was his fear.
In the static, it was pure, unadulterated fucking. He took Ridge hard, and he used his body to get off in the most animalistic way possible.
That rawness called to him.
Only, here, his wife was pregnant, and he absolutely wouldn’t take her like he craved taking Ridge. With Bishop, he wanted to be gentle.
Always.
Well, ask, and he was going to receive.
Bet.
On.
That.
With her lips by his ear, she shared what she was thinking, and it was all kinds of filthy.
“I can’t wait for my husband to take me. I’ve missed a good fucking, Lucian.”
Jesus.
His balls ached.
His Bishop was ALWAYS a wild card. Sometimes, he forgot that.
Before he could say anything, she slid down his body and took his dick in her mouth. With need and lust, she blew him, rocking his whole entire world.