Page 188 of Tied to You

Yeah.Oh God. She knows what’s coming.

I dip my mouth to her, covering every inch of her pussy, licking and sucking, gently fucking her with my tongue until she’s exploding over my face, her body vibrating, her hands in her hair.

“Travis,” she gasps, trying to gain some composure.

I don’t want her to. If we’re going to make a baby, I want her drunk on my love, delirious on me and me alone. “On all fours, baby,” I instruct, being rewarded when she swiftly moves to her knees in front of me and bends.

I see the butt plug in place, and I press against it.

Mollie moans, flexing her hips, her pussy dripping.

I insert a finger, then two, pushing to three. “Good girl.” She’s riding my hand, building up to another release. The sight. The sounds. Fucking hell, it’s too much. I slide my fingers out, grip her hips, then slam myself inside of her.

Her scream is ear splittingly perfect.

I grunt, hips banging, our bodies slapping.

“Travis, I’m going to come,” she moans seductively, her breathing turning to panting.

I rest my hand on her tattoo, pushing into her, my other hand then in the back of her hair. “Are you with me, baby?” I choke, my balls tightening.

“In the chaos,” she says, gripping the sheets, and we both unravel, our breaths hot and heavy, our bodies shaking and trembling with unharnessed pleasure as we come in perfect unison.

We’re both such a mess, we collapse in each other’s arms, wrapping our arms and legs around each other, pulling each other closer as if it’s still not close enough.

Placing a kiss on Mollie’s head, I smile, sending up a few silent prayers.

Not everyone is lucky to get a another shot at love like I was. Maybe I was given mine because our love needed a second chance. Whatever the reason, my heart beating loudly in my chest is still my greatest reminder that this is my life now.

I’m not going to waste another second of it, ever again.