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“Such a pretty little whore,” he muttered, and the words turned the heat in my belly into an inferno. I wiggled below him, clenching my thighs together. Travis had managed to get my shirt off, but my jeans were still solidly in place, preventing me from reaching down and giving myself any relief.

“Play with your tits, Princess. Pinch your nipples while I fuck your throat.”

Travis took my head in his hands, leaving my hands free to obey his command. He held my head while he pumped his dick in and out of my mouth. I played with my breasts for a moment, but I needed more. Undoing my pants, I slid one hand inside, letting my fingers caress my clit.

My hum of satisfaction vibrated around him and he looked down at me.

“Fuck no, Princess.” He pulled away from me, grabbing my hand and tearing it away from my core.

“Travis,” I whined.

“Whose pussy is this?” he asked, cupping me. When I didn’t answer, he ground the heel of his hand against my denim clad clit and asked again, “Whose fucking pussy is this?”

“Yours,” I rasped, unable to fully speak.

“That’s fucking right. Mine!”

He removed his hand, only to replace it with his knee as he pulled me forward, smashing his lips with mine. His tongue swirled inside my mouth in a demanding claim on my soul, while his knee pressed between my legs, pushing me higher and higher.

Abruptly, Travis backed off, leaving me desperate and wanting.

“Get undressed and on the bed. I want you on all fours with your fucking ass in the air.”

He stepped back, his thumb caressing his bottom lip as he watched me, reminding me how he watched me the night we met. How he prowled around the dance floor.

The situation should be ridiculous, but as my eyes roamed over his body while I undressed, I didn’t see the T-shirt he still wore, or the boots on his feet that still held his jeans around his ankles.

All I saw was the man I loved. The toned muscles of his body rippled as he held himself back. His hand stroked his hard dick as he waited for me to concede.

I fumbled in my haste to remove my clothes. I scurried on to the bed quickly, turning my back to him and getting on my knees. Wiggling my ass in front of him, hoping to push him over the edge so he lost control like he did that first night.

His hand came down hard on my cheek, and the moan that rolled between my teeth was low and guttural, a sound I had never heard myself make before.

Burying my face in the blankets, I pushed back against his hand as he rubbed the spot he just set on fire.

“Please, Travis.”

“God, I love it when you beg for my cock.”

He rubbed his cockhead against my wet entrance and I whimpered desperately.

“What do you need, Princess?”

“You,” I cried. “I need you inside me. Fuck me, Travis, please.”

“My greedy little princess,” he growled before impaling me.

The feel of him deep inside me was like home. It was comfort; it was safety. It was love. His hands gripped my hips and the power of his thrust did more than build up the release that was promised. It told me he wanted me. That I was what he needed to feel that release we both craved. That peak of pleasure he couldn’t get just anywhere.

Only Travis could make me feel this way. Only Travis could bring me to the edge so quickly and push me over so deeply. My back arched as he pushed my neck further into the bed.

“Fuck, Princess, you feel so good wrapped around my dick. I want to live in this pussy. It’s so warm and fucking tight. Made just for me.”

His words pushed me further, and I knew I wouldn’t last. Using my internal muscles, I contracted around him, squeezing him tighter so he lost control.

“FUCK!” he yelled, his movements becoming faster and erratic. “Come on my cock, Princess. Choke my dick with your pussy.”

A few more pumps and my body exploded. The contrast between the tightening of my muscles and the feeling of floating was euphoric. My mind went blank, and I wondered for a moment if I’d blacked out.