Page 43 of Tied to You
She pulls her head back then repeats the motion, the tip of my dick touching her tonsils.
Grabbing the nape of her neck, I hold her still. “Don’t move.” I can’t handle the fucking beauty of her. Lips wrapped around me, her saliva starting to pool in the corner of her mouth. Oh, we’re going to have fun with this. But now isn’t the time. I need to be inside her.
Pulling back somewhat regrettably, my cock twitches at the loss of her hot lips.
“Did I do something wrong?”
“Wrong?” I pant, smiling, desperately willing my dick not to explode. “Jesus, no.”
Mollie grins. Satisfied.
My hand on her neck slides to the front of her throat. Again, the way she lets me hold her, tells me we’re in for some fun. For now, I need to take my time. “Lie down,” I instruct, gently pushing her, my palm sliding down her front until she’s flat.
Back against the bed, her legs widen, giving me another full show. Perfection.
I remove my shirt and t-shirt, making light work of joining her, completely stark bollock naked once I’m out of my jeans and pants.
Her breath hitches, and those God damn teeth make light work of her lip.
“Baby. Do you know what you do to me when you do that?”
“Sorry,” she smiles, still fucking nibbling.
Remembering the condom I have in my pocket, I reach down, grab itfrom my jeans, tear it open with my mouth and put it on. I climb over her, pulling her up the bed with me, my front pressing to Mollie’s. My elbows rest either side of her head and my dick effortlessly glides inside her.
Heaven. Pure, sweet heaven.
Pushing my hips gently, I roll all the way into her, not stopping until she’s full. “Okay?” I ask when her eyes close.
She hums, unable to talk.
My hips begin to rock back and forth, enjoying the way her pussy feels, each movement caressing my dick languidly. Each time I push, Mollie’s face searches the bedsheets, her pleasure overriding her. I thrust harder. Watching. Admiring. Worshiping. Suddenly needing to find my release.
Her body shivers and shakes as I start to drive home, quickening my pace, giving her more whilst taking what I need. “Fuck,” I hiss.
Mollie’s legs wrap around my waist, the angle immediately more intense.
I take one, steadying breath, then I pound into her pussy, making her scream.
“Travis!” She’s wild with need. Wild with want.
I do it again.
“Oh, fuck!” Her body breaks out in goosebumps, each one awakened by her oncoming orgasm. Her hands fist the sheets by her head. Her wild eyes open to find me.
“I’m here, baby.”
And our eyes meet. The explosion of our connection is instant. “Are you ready?”
I already know she is. I can feel her body clamping down. “Yes,” she chokes, and the noise sends ripples of liquid fire to race up my spine.
Pushing up, I take both her wrists, lifting them above her head. I hold them down with one hand, the other sliding under her back, raising her hips into me. I’m so fucking deep, and she’s taking all of me.
Mollie moans, her back arching, her body beginning to vibrate wildly.
Lifting onto my knees, I sit on my haunches to anchor myself before I slowly grind my body into hers. The sensation leaves me suffocating, literally grasping for any inch of air I can find. I’m coming, hard, and with another roll of my hips, Mollie finds her release too, her body tight with tension, slowing letting go.
Fuck. I never saw this coming. For the first time in a long time, I think I’m fucking happy.
