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“R-right,” he stutters as he finally regains control of his legs and runs from the room.
“T-Travis, d-don’t you think we sh-shoul-“
“What’s the matter red?” he pulls back from my pussy, licking one last time as he continues to pump the gun in and out of me, “Afraid he’s going to hear all the ways I make you scream?”
He slides the gun in and out faster as he presses his thumb to my clit, rubbing in circles in tandem with the speed of the thrusts of the gun. My back arches and my eyes roll back as an orgasm tears through me. Whimpering, I attempt to squeeze my knees together, but Travis shoves them apart with his shoulders.
“Fuck, that’s it red,” he hisses as he pulls the gun from my dripping cunt, quickly covering my pussy with his mouth. Sucking hard, he licks and laps up every drop of my come. Pushing up to his knees, he tosses the gun on the bed and leans forward, hovering over my face.
Gripping my cheeks between his thumb and index finger, he squeezes and as my lips part, he spits into my mouth. “Don’t swallow,” he commands as he moves further up the bed, kneeling beside me.
It’s erotic, and feels wrong in the best way, swirling his saliva and my come around my mouth like a delicacy.
With one hand, he grips my hair and lines his cock up with my lips.
“Open,” he growls.
As I part my lips, he presses his dick into my mouth and it’s so fucking big it forces the come and saliva from of the corners of my mouth, the mixture dripping down my face.
“Tap my leg with your knee if you need to breathe,” he whispers as he starts to pump in and out of my mouth. Once he finds a rhythm, his other hand slides down my stomach until his fingertips are dancing across my clit.
Picking up the pace, he forcefully fucks my mouth as he plays with my dripping cunt, and any semblance of control I thought I had is instantly gone. Desperate growls and moans fall from his lips in between chanting my name and it throws me over the edge watching this beast of a man fall apart for me.
The piercing at the tip of his cock hits the back of my throat and tears prick the corners of my eyes. I can barely breathe, but I don’t want him to fucking stop.
The feral sounds he makes as tears roll down my cheeks, make my chest swell with pride. I’m the one who does that to him, makes him lose control.
“You look so fucking gorgeous crying around my cock red.”
My legs shake and I’m coming again. As the pleasure washes over me, I groan around his dick and he smacks my cunt. The slap so quick and hard that it echoes off the walls. Just as I begin to gag and choke, he slows his motions and pulls out of my mouth. Bending down, he brings his face next to mine, gently grazing my cheek with the tip of his nose.
“As much as I want to coat your throat in my come, I need to fuck you right now.”
My chest heaves, and hearing how badly he needs to be inside of me makes me whine in anticipation.
“Take what you need,” I whisper breathlessly, begging him to use me.
“Fuck Spencer,” he groans as he climbs between my legs and yanks my hips up against his thighs.
Sliding inside of me, he starts off slow, but I can’t take the torture so I start bucking my hips against him. Meeting his thrusts, I grind hard against him, rubbing against his pelvis when he slams into me.
“Harder Travis,” I cry.
Slick with sweat, saliva, and come, our bodies slap together as he slams into me with force, and it’s my goddamn undoing. I know the moment he feels me clenching around him, because he covers my mouth and nose with one large hand and picks up the pace. Thrusting into me so hard, my head bounces off the headboard.
Whimpers and jumbled words fall from my lips, all muffled. I try to suck in a breath, but I’m met with nothing but his heavy hand.
“Spencer,” he gasps, shooting his release inside me just as I come.
My consciousness dips into the unknown for mere moments as the room spins. I’m elevated, high. Every cell in my body is fluttering, and hypersensitive. As I come down, Travis moves his hand from my face, and drops his head to the crook of my neck as I finally inhale.
Pushing back up to his knees, he reaches up and slowly undoes the leather cuffs that bind my wrists above my head. My arms drop, numb and tingling from being secured in one position for so long.
Gently he massages and rubs my arms, pressing his lips against my wrists as the feeling slowly returns to my aching limbs. While the sex has been an incredible diversion, as the euphoria wears off, the fear starts to settle in again. We’re in for the fight of our lives, and I still haven’t told him everything.
“Travis?” I whisper breathlessly.
“Yeah?”