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make him come.
    “What about you, what’s your nickname?” Her
heavy breathing seemed amplified. Without asking, she opened her
legs further to him, allowing more room for his hand.
    Bishop hesitated. His nickname pretty much
explained how he’d acquired it. The nicknames his SEAL team went by
were given by the members for various reasons, and usually
connected to something they were associated with and good at.
Sniper was the best shooter, Wizard was good at making things
happen when no one else could, Dogman had a lethal German Sheppard
he used for tracking and capture. Bishop wasn’t sure he wanted
Angel to know the truth about what he was good at on his team.
    Maybe he could take her mind off her
question. He was still exploring her labia, and pushed his finger
deeper into her slick channel. She moaned deeply and rest her head
back against his chest.
    “You’re so responsive, baby,” he whispered
in her ear. Her juices were warm, and flowing thickly around his
fingers. Was her little clit hard?
    “You know how to touch a woman,” she
responded. “And the feel of your cock against my backside is
driving me crazy.”
    “That’s what you do to me.” Retrieving the
sponge with his other hand he brought it up her body to her
breasts, while his fingers withdrew enough to explore her clitoral
hood, slipping beneath to torture her pearl-sized clitoris. Fuck!
    “Aaahhh!” She raised her hips into his
caress. “It’s been so long for me, Bishop!” Her sharp admission
caught him by surprise. “Your fingers have the magic touch.”
    “How come you don’t have a boyfriend,
Angel?”
    She laughed huskily. “Are we really going to
have a conversation about that now?” The subtle movements of her
hips told Bishop she was responding to his touch.
    “You’re a very pretty lady. I’m just
curious.”
    “I…just…haven’t…found…the…right…man…yet,”
she said in a panting voice.
    He was moving his hips in rhythm with her
movements. Each time her butt brushed the head of his cock he
thought he was going to explode. “You’ve never had a
boyfriend?”
    “No, I…didn’t…say that! I can’t think right
now!” she rushed out. The soapy water was sloshing over the sides
of the tub.
    Her movements became almost frantic, and it
was clear she was working up to an orgasm. Bishop had three fingers
inside her clenching pussy as far as they would go. The sponge had
long ago slipped from his grasp, allowing him the pleasure of
caressing and cupping her breasts with his other hand, tweaking her
nipples to keep them hard.
    “Should I stop?” He said against her ear,
already knowing what her answer would be.
    “Don’t…you…dare!” she panted. She brought
her arms up and behind her, encircling his neck and arching her
body like a well-strung bow.
    She was moving faster against his index
finger, and he knew she was almost there. Every time her hips
lifted and fell her backside caressed his aching cock. He clenched
his teeth against the urge to swing her around and sink into her
aroused body. He’d already fucked her once without protection and
wasn’t about to do it a second time. When her head fell back
against his chest and she released a long wail, he knew she was
coming.
    He rammed his cock into her lower butt
crack, sliding it between sweet flesh and the smooth porcelain of
the bottom of the tub. The small, triangle opening didn’t swallow
his whole dick but just enough of the head and beyond to feel damn
good. He continued to finger fuck Angel, alternating between her
swollen clit, and sinking his fingers deep inside her cunt. Her
muscles constricted around the digits, and he could feel the wet
heat of her flowing release. When he decided Angel had had enough
of his pleasuring her clit he pulled out and ran his hand up her
body so he could cup both her breasts. He thumbed her protruding,
rock hard nipples.
    Bishop continued to thrust against her, even
after he felt her body relax against his. A