Page 99 of Beauty & Chaos

Sweet juices hit my tongue, and I know they’re from this insane chemistry we have, not my story.

Sharing what happened was uncomfortable. Watching her fall apart, her tears, the way she climbed on my lap to comfort me changed something between us. Something on a guttural level I could never put into words.

If she felt like she was mine before, I was wrong.

I’m never letting her go.

If she needs to believe I have, so she can truly forgive me, then that’s what I will do. But not before Iplant my flaginside her, as she so well put.

Lifting her thighs apart, my tongue circles and taunts her dripping flesh as she moans my name. I kick off my pants and pull down my boxers, feeling my cock spring free.

Fuck, I’m desperate to fill her tight pussy and cast away the memories of the past, to show her that this is not something she can toss away.

That we fit.

That we belong.

I will do whatever it takes, wait for however long she needs, but she will never be with another man.

Brooklyn McKenna is mine.

Plunging a finger inside her, she arches and cries out.

“Travis, more.”

“That’s it, baby. You want another?” I add another finger feeling her walls clenching them. “Filthy pussy.”

Fucking her fast, her juices deliciously noisy, my cock twitches with the need to be inside. I wrap my hand around it and stroke.

“Come for me.” I gaze up at her breasts, see her eyes on me as I finger fuck her and suck on her nipple. “Come, Brook. Come like a good girl and then I’m going to fuck this pussy hard.”

“Fuck!”

Trembling, she falls apart, her legs trying to push together.

Nope. We are not done.

I climb over her, line up my cock as her hands lift to my chest, then slam inside.

Hard. Fast. Sure.

“Yes,” I growl loudly.

Straight as a rod, I watch my shaft slide out and then back in. Over and over. I glance up at her beautiful face, then back.

“Watch our bodies.” I order.

Brook lifts her head, her tongue sliding over her lips like a goddamn seductress.

“Your cunt fits around my cock so nicely. So tight.” I growl, holding her knees. “Like you were made for me. Custom fucking made.”

“Oh god, that feels incredible.” She purrs. “Go harder.”

I intend to.

First, I need to change this position. I pull out, sit on the sofa and lift her so she’s riding me.

“Oh god, I’m dizzy.”