Page 57 of Outplayed

“Yes, Lettie.” He reached around, rubbing at my clit, while the other tangled in my hair and pulled me back. I arched. Mewing, panting, and crying out when he fucked me harder and deeper.

His thighs slapped against the back of mine. Travis dropped my hair, wrapped his arm across my chest and brought me close to him. “Fucking mine.”

“Yes.” I nodded.

He bit my neck, licked it and then bit it again. “Missed this pussy. So damn much.” He groaned.

“Missed your cock,” I cried.

He pulled out, spun me, and grabbed hold of my legs. I jumped, and he lifted, and I curled my legs around his waist, my hands around his neck. His hand cupped my arse.

“Put me in, Lettie,” he growled.

Reaching between us, I held his dick, sliding my hand up and down his length a few times, smirking at his clenched jaw.

“In or I’ll spill in your hand.”

I didn’t want that. Squeezing my legs tighter, I lifted myself, aimed, and sank down on his long, thick, and hard length. I sighed in contentment from the feeling of him filling me.

“Christ, the look you get from having my cock in you… perfection.” Using my arse, he guided me off and right back on, hard. I moaned as he did it again and again. His muscles bulging, moving under me. His strength was unbelievable.

“Travis,” I whimpered.

“Fuck, yes, say my name again.”

I complied. “Travis.”

“Yeah, precious, that’s who’s fucking you. I’m the only one for you from now on.”

“God, yes,” I panted.

He moved, sitting down on the edge of the bed. When my knees landed on the mattress, I pushed up and then back down. Reaching around, I rested my hands on his knees, lifting up and down, riding his cock like it was made for me, because it was.

Mine. All mine again. Forever.

Travis smoothed his hands over my lower stomach, slid them up until each hand cupped a breast. He played, pinched my nipples, and then leaned in to suck one into his mouth.

“Close,” I muttered, lost in the feeling of him inside of me.

“Yes, Lettie. Come on my cock.”

“God.” I threw my head back just as Travis kissed my neck, sucked my skin between his teeth and bit. I came, crashing, milking, and rocking down on his dick.

His hands slapped down onto my waist, helping me to keep moving. “Lettie,” he yelled, swelling and squirting deep inside of me.

When I slumped against him, he laid us down with him still inside of me, as if he didn’t want to lose the connection we’d just made, and I was perfectly fine with that. His hand roamed over my arse, my back. God, I’d missed his touch. Having it back was amazing, so much so, tears welled in my eyes.

Clearing my throat, I ignored my emotions and asked, “How long do we have until Izzy gets home?”

“A couple of hours.”

I hummed and kissed his shoulder. “I could do that again.” Getting to my hands beside his arms, I looked down at him. “Think you can?”

His eyes darkened. “I know I can.”

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Travis wrapped me in his arms, walking me into the kitchen glued to my back. We both froze. Sitting at the dinner table was someone I didn’t expect to see, especially since Travis’s property was guarded.

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