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Her pupils widen, eating up all the green of her irises and she gasps.
Lowering my head next to hers, I whisper softly in her ear as I plunge two fingers into her needy little cunt. A soft moan escapes her lips and she wraps her arms around my neck. Pumping my fingers in and out of her slowly, I turn toward her and claim her lips with mine. Full of fire, passion, and unrelenting need, I devour her whole. Fuck air, I can live off the breath she exhales into my lungs.
“Travis,” she gasps against my lips.
“Shut up red,” I groan. “I’m going to fuck you now. I’m going to fuck you so hard, this pussy will weep for me. Do you hear me?”
She nods her head, not releasing my lips. Our tongues dance in the aftermath of our decisions. Playing a very dangerous game.
Pulling my fingers from her pussy, I line my cock up and thrust in without hesitation. Whimpering into my mouth, her back arches and I pull back, thrusting in again, harder, faster. Picking up the pace.
Moving my hands to her thighs, I push her legs back until her knees hit the mattress. Our hot, sweaty skin slaps together, and I drown myself in the sweet moans that fall from her lips.
“Harder Travis,” she whispers.
Pulling back from her, I push up onto my knees, pulling her ass up against my thighs. Holding her hips in a death grip, I slam into her repeatedly, until her moans turn to screams.
“That’s it babygirl, come on my cock.”
Her cunt convulses around me and I slow my pace, hardening my thrusts as she comes, scratching her nails down my biceps as she screams. I move torturously slow, edging myself, not allowing myself enough speed and friction to come yet. I’m not fucking done with her.
As she comes down from her high, she runs her fingertips up my arms and across my chest, when she stops.
“Trav?”
“Yeah?” I whisper.
“I didn’t notice before…” she trails.
“What?” I ask breathlessly, as I lean in kissing a trail from her neck, down her chest, capturing her nipple between my lips. Swirling my tongue around the peak, she whimpers as she responds.
“Y-your shoulder. When did you?”
I look up at her and I feel her running her fingertips over the scar on the front of my shoulder. The one I gave myself.
“A long time ago red,” I graze my teeth over her nipple and she shakes, “I needed a reminder to keep going.”
“S,” she whispers.
“Spencer,” I mumble, as I kiss my way to her other nipple.
“Wait,” she whispers, reaching over to my nightstand, fumbling with the drawer.
“Are you fucking serious right now?” I groan, thrusting forward, reminding her how fucking hard I still am.
“Y-yes,” she whimpers.
I stop when she brings one of my knives between us.
“Do it,” she whispers.
“What?” I mutter, confused. Her pussy has me in a chokehold right now and all I can think of is making her scream some more. Rocking in and out of her slowly, I bring my face back to hers.
“I’m yours,” she whispers.
Chapter twenty-seven
Spencer