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  1. Cover
  2. Full Page Image
  3. Newsletter
  4. Quote
  5. Bishop Family Tree
  6. Prologue
  7. Chapter One
  8. Chapter Two
  9. Chapter Three
  10. Chapter Four
  11. Chapter Five
  12. Chapter Six
  13. Chapter Seven
  14. Chapter Eight
  15. Chapter Nine
  16. Chapter Ten
  17. Chapter Eleven
  18. Chapter Twelve
  19. Chapter Thirteen
  20. Chapter Fourteen
  21. Chapter Fifteen
  22. Chapter Sixteen
  23. Chapter Seventeen
  24. Chapter Eighteen
  25. Chapter Nineteen
  26. Chapter Twenty
  27. Chapter Twenty-One
  28. Chapter Twenty-Two
  29. Epilogue
  30. What’s Next
  31. Bishop Brothers World suggested reading order
  32. About the Author
  33. Connect with us
  34. Books by Kennedy Fox
  35. Free Books!
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“Yes, baby, come for me,” Gavin encourages. He finger fucks me as he flicks his tongue against me, picking up the pace. Seconds later, I’m crumpling beneath him, screaming his name. The orgasms nearly blind me, and I feel as if I’d been shot to the upper atmosphere. When I’m brought back to reality, all I can do is grin.

I move my head to the side and coax him toward me. He obliges and slides his tongue up my body until both of his arms are on either side of me as he hovers above.

“I’ve missed you so damn much, Maize,” he admits.

I bite my bottom lip. “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel the same.”

“We’re good together. You should just give up your game.”

Before I respond, I wrap my arms around his neck and bring his mouth to mine, wanting to kiss him and taste myself on his tongue. The tip of his dick sits outside my entrance, and I want nothing more than to have him inside me.

“I should get a condom,” he says before he continues.

“I’m on the pill,” I admit. “I want to feel you. All of you.”

“You’re sure?” he asks, being the perfect gentleman.

I nod, begging him with my eyes. I’ve never wanted a man to take me as much as I want him to at this very moment. Slowly, he moves forward until we’re one again. I gasp, forgetting just how big he is, and open my thighs wider to give more clearance.

“You okay?” he asks, making sure he’s not hurting me, which I appreciate.

I nod. “Yes, feels amazing,” I encourage, wanting him to lose control with me tonight.

Gavin takes it slow at first, his eyes meeting mine. Something boils between us, an energy I can’t quite describe. It’s magical and dangerous because I’m feeling things for him that I haven’t experienced in a long ass time. I push the thoughts away, and my eyes flutter closed. Scratching my nails down his back, I hum his name.

“Fuck me, Gavin,” I beg.

A second later, he’s flipping me onto my stomach and moving me to the edge of the bed. I stick my ass into the air as he grabs my hips and slides inside. In this position, he might split me in two. He slaps my ass with his hand, and the pain causes so much fucking pleasure.

“You like it when I do that?”

“Yes,” I call out. “Slap my ass harder.”

He does exactly what I say. The orgasm comes quick, without much of a warning, and I feel as if I internally combust. Sex this good should be illegal.

“You’re so goddamn tight,” he groans, moving in and out of me so quickly our skin smacks together. He grunts.