Page 80 of Tied to You

Leaning back, I rest my palms flat on his legs, changing the angle. I can feel him so deep; my mouth drops open and tiny dots begin to flood my vision.

His hips drive upward, and with every slap of his thighs underneath me, I’m driven to complete ecstasy. He removes one hand from my neck, placing it on my waist. He guides my body, rolling my hips on him until I’m picking up my pace, slamming myself down on him.

“Fuck,” he hisses, his fingers still around my throat flexing when I look down at him. He pounds his hips up higher, and I match each one, the sounds of our wet bodies banging together filling the room around us.

My nipples harden and I let go of the orgasm that grips me, my cries loud and unforgiving. As soon as my body goes slack, he flips us both so I’mflat on the bed on my front, him behind me. I’m breathing heavy, my body shaking, but I know he needs to come just as much as I needed that.

“Up,” he instructs, grabbing my hips where I haven’t got the energy to lift them myself.

My arms cross on the bed and my head lowers, my arse high, my pussy waiting.

Travis spreads my cheeks, a low grunt rumbling when he sees how wet I am still. He slides his thumb through my wetness, then making me stiffen, he slides it across my back entrance.

I immediately lift my head so my palms are flat on the bed. “Trav—”

“—Shh, Baby Doll.” His palm slowly splays on my back, pushing my head back to the sheets. I’ve worked out I’m his baby when he’s being gentle, but his Baby Doll when he’s fucking me.

This is going to be on his terms.

He gently applies pressure, breaking past the tight wall of muscle. I hear him hiss, feeling him go in deeper. “I want to make every inch of you mine.”

I close my eyes, burying my head in the sheets as my fingers curl the material into my fists.

“Relax, Baby Doll. I’m not going to hurt you. You’ll enjoy this.” His thumb still holding my hip caresses me gently. “You just have to listen to me.”

I roll my eyes, slowly looking back at him.

The bastard smirks.

So, in true to us style, I grit my teeth and push back against him. The pain flaring instantly. The pressure, out of this world.

“Oh,fuck, Mollie. You drive me crazy.” He lines up his cock with my pussy, then slowly enters. It feels thicker. Deeper. “That’s it. Now move until it starts to feel good.”

Starts to feel good? I’m not sure that’ll be possible. But I listen. Rocking my hips slowly, I fall back against him, my body shaking at the new invasion, but not altogether hating it.

He pushes him thumb in deeper.

“Oh, God,” I shiver, my voice cracking.

“Keep going, baby, you’re doing so good.”

His praise has me smiling into the sheets, my body instantly relaxing. I keep my rhythm until my internal walls start tightening, and I’m pressing back, wanting to come, needing yet another release.

“So fucking wet for me.”

“Travis.” My fingers start to turn white. My head turning dizzy.

“I know, baby. It feels good.” He removes his thumb, pressing it back in before he’s gone from everywhere, and I’m left feeling lost.

Then I feel it. Feel the tip of his cock nudging against my rear entrance.

“Same again.”

“Travis, it won’t fit. I can’t—”

He slaps my arse. Stunning me.

“It will. Again. Move against me until you want more.” As if to help, two fingers glide into my pussy, making me slump and loosen up.