Page 75 of Tied to You

I search her face before finding her eyes, feeling her gaze penetrating mine deeply. “I don’t fuck women unprotected, Mollie.”

She smiles after a second, her body sagging slightly. “You called me a woman again.”

I return her look of satisfaction. “Only a woman could capture my heart the way that you have, Baby Doll.”

“My biker boy has fallen.”

“Head, fucking, first.” I pull her hips down.

“Oh, fuck!” she wails, her head going back again, eyes closing.

I’m halfway in, the tightness of her pussy like nothing I’ve ever felt before. “Jesus,” I bellow. The friction as she tries to lift has my hips already jerking. “Don’t move, baby,” I tell her. I slowly lower her at my pace, watching as her lips part the deeper I venture. “You’re so, fucking, tight.”

“Travis,” she whimpers. “I need you to move.”

I do as she says, lifting her then sliding her slick pussy down, over my cock.

“Oh, God!” Her legs tighten. Her fingers gripping my hair harder. It feels incredible.

Shifting my feet, making my stance wider, I hold her hips steady before pulling back slowly, then slide into her again. It’s tormenting, for me and for her. I lift her, losing my breath, ramming my mouth into her neck. “Fuck.”

“Travis,” she moans, her body wriggling as she slides down, creating friction. “Just do what you said.”

I kiss my way up her neck to her ear, nibbling her lobe between my teeth. “I can’t remember what that was.” I do. I just want to hear her say it.

Her cheeks pull against the side of my face as I withdraw leisurely. She knows my game. “Fuck,” she moans, lifting her chin higher, giving me access to her throat.

I suck, lick, kiss, and bite my way across to her other ear as my hips thrust forward with a little more force, filling her.

“Fuck, yes.” Mollie’s chest moves erratically.

I hold myself in deep. “Are you ready?”

“Yes. Now, fuck me.”

I smile at her words, pulling my head back so we’re looking at each other. I cock a brow, and she mimics me, blowing out her breaths, her feet locking, pushing me in deeper. Challenging.

“Whatever you want, Baby Doll.” I thrust, hitting her hard and deep.

She cries out, her voice somewhere between a grunt and moan.

I thrust again, my fingers tightening on her thighs. I’m wracked with pleasure from my head all the way to my fucking toes. Dipping my mouth, my teeth nip at the exposed parts of the tops of her breasts.

“Travis.” Her walls start tightening on my cock as I continue to pound into her. “I’m going to… oh…” Her body quivers. Her muscles tighten.

I rear back then hammer forward with one ruthless drive. Slamming my mouth to hers, I swallow her orgasm, her lips trembling against mine.Fuck. Watching her come. Feeling her body taking what it needs… my heart accelerates, my knees suddenly shaking with my need to find my own release.

As her eyes find the room, I wait for her to look at me. “Now, are you ready?” I ask, slipping out of her, my hand finding her throat as her legs lower to the floor.

I don’t miss the widening of her eyes. She looks confused but there’s no challenge. Only desire. She wants more. I see it in her eyes and the chewing of her lip. “Tell me you’re ready.”

“I’m ready,” she breathes.

I smirk, ready to show her how crazy I am for her. “Good.” I spin her, pressing her face to the wall. I scrape the locks of hair that hang down on her neck, honing in on her flesh as my front presses into her back.

Mollie’s head faces the ceiling, her breathing turning heavier.

I bite down on her shoulder, drawing an excited moan from her. “Travis.”