Page 95 of Tied to You
He lifts a brow. “It doesn’t stop you swallowingmycock, is what I think you meant to say.”
I smile at his possessiveness. I am his and his completely. No doubt about it. But the thought of me with anyone else drives him wild. “I’ll take all the cock,” I tease.
“Mollie,” he says gruffly.
I ignore him, keeping my eyes on his as I lick my lips.
In the time it takes me to free him, our eyes never stop burning, simply staring at each other. “Fucking hell.” He lifts his hands to either side of my face, brushing my hair behind my ears.
I smile before pushing my boobs together either side of his steel erection. I gently rub them up and down, watching as the end begins to slowly shine with his arousal.
Travis adjusts his stance, and I lower my mouth, placing a gentle kiss on the tip when he slowly thrusts his hips forward. He holds it there, letting me run my tongue over the end.
“You ready forthiscock, Baby Doll?
“Yes,” I tell him. I let go of my boobs, arching my back, my hands running over his thighs, admiring how hard they are.
“Ask me nicely.”
I smile at how his face is riddled with sex. “Please.” Parting my lips and gripping him at his base, I slide my lips over him. Blood rushes to my head, making me dizzy. He’s so big, it really does match his ego in the bedroom.
Tasting his pleasure, I flick my tongue over the sensitive end, making his body jack.
Travis’ hand slides to the back of my head, holding me still. “Fuck, baby.”
Moving my head, I hollow my cheeks and suck him to the back of my throat.
He blows out air, and I hear him swallow.
I’m not sure he’ll last very long, and I’ve hardly done anything. The thought makes me smile around him, pursing my lips as I slide my tongue all over him.
More precum fills my mouth, spurring me on, making me clench my body tighter. My insides are swelling, my core’s burning for more. Beginning my assault, I twist my head, sucking and licking with everything I’ve got. I manage to look up, and the feeling that hits me is indescribable. Watching him enjoying what I’m doing sends a rush of heat between my thighs. It’s intoxicating. To see him so at my mercy. Empowering.
When he holds my head still, I lift one hand under his t-shirt, sliding my fingers over his satiny skin. I take him deeper in my mouth, then drag my nails down his chest, my other hand gripping his arse as I push myself further onto him.
“Shit,” he growls this time, his fingers curling in my hair.
My head angles back with his touch, and the moment our eyes meet, his hips begin to piston. Forward and backward, he fills my mouth, slamming into me with a few heavy thrusts.
I gag on a cough, and he instantly stops. “I’m okay,” I tell him, immediately gliding his cock between my lips again. Giving him pleasure is as much as a turn on for him as it is me.
I don’t want to stop.
When I take him to the back of my throat again, it only serves to encourage him more, his hips becoming relentless with each drive of his hips.
Like an idiot, I enjoy the challenge in his eyes, his wondering whether I can take anymore. Well, I know I can. And I know I’ll take everything this man has to give me. Even if it kills me. He’s brought out a fight in me I always knew I had.
Whether he knows it or not. I’ll always owe him for that.
Swallowing the saliva in my mouth, I feel his body begin to stiffen. “Mollie.”
I keep going.
“Mollie!”
I don’t stop moving, still licking and working him. I’m so turned on; it’s becoming hard to listen to him, as my hips begin a steady roll on the bed, my thong rubbing in all the right places.
He fists the back of my hair and slips himself from my mouth. “Fucking hell, woman.” I’m quickly hauled to my feet, his bare, wet cock now pressing against my front. He’s breathing heavy. His eyes are closed, concentrating on not coming.
