Chapter 200

Harley

Sitting on the chair in the kitchen, I open my mouth for Bishop to feed me a spoonful of the ice cream we're eating for dinner. As he slips me another bite of the vanilla cream covered in chocolate syrup, I moan. Everything tastes better the last couple of days, as if my tastebuds are on some type of enhancer.

His gaze is on my chest. Following its path, I see my nipples are poking through the tank top I'm wearing.

"You need me?" He asks, his voice husky.

"I didn't think I did, but I could definitely be encouraged for another round."

He pulls me to him before he picks me up, spreading me on the counter before him. "Put your hands on the other side," he whispers. "And hang on. I'll make sure you have a good time."

I have no doubt he will. He always does.

Before I know what's happening, he's spread my legs and propped my feet on his shoulders. Diving in, his mouth covers my heat and his tongue does things I've only imagined it could do. "Fuck," I groan. "Did you watch porn or