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.
“Don’t you go to sleep.” He had plans and they didn’t involve a nap.
“Not on your life,” she said back with an intimate smile.
She was his life. He knew that now. She would be the last thing he thought of right before he died. He could also see now that he’d been looking for a way out for a long time—a way out of life. He’d put himself in the most dangerous situations he could and told himself that he was protecting his country or doing good, but all he was really doing was looking for that one bullet that had his name written on it.
Funny how that had worked. Now he was a little afraid of it, and that was exactly what would get him killed in the end.
One more night and then it would be over.
He rolled off the bed and picked her up.
“Henry?” Nell’s eyes opened as he settled her into his arms. “I love it when you carry me.”
He loved to carry her. If he had his way, it would be his only job. He could carry her around and protect her. She was everything that was pure and right and good about the world. He’d started out thinking she was a naïve idiot and ended up here realizing that she was the very thing he’d sought to protect. She wasn’t the status quo. She wasn’t some economic interest. She was hope for the future. She was everything.
“I’m going to take care of you, baby.”
He would, if only for the rest of the night.
She hadn’t meant to fall asleep. Her eyes flew open, and the creeping light of day filled her with utter panic. Clutching the covers, she sat straight up in bed and winced as every muscle in her body ached.
What time was it? How long had he been gone?
God, she’d thought she had longer. She shouldn’t have fallen asleep. She should have stayed up all night long, but Henry had utterly exhausted her. He’d put her in the shower and tenderly washed her body and her hair and then dried her off and then he’d gotten her dirty all over again. He’d been all over her all night until she’d finally drifted off to sleep.