Page 57 of Baby For The Mountain Man

“Come here,” he said. “I’ve got you.”

We slid back to the floor and I straddled his lap. His cock was rubbing between my folds, slicking itself with my juices. I ground into him deeply, moving the tip of his dick closer to where I wanted it the most.

He slid in with a pop, pulling groans from both of us as my forehead fell into Travis’.

“I love you,” I said.

My eyes fluttered open and found his beautiful amber stare smiling at me.

“I love you, too,” Travis said.

His hands gripped my ass, rolling me deeply into his body. My clit was raking against his skin, sending me spiraling for our second round. My knees planted into the floor as the hot water battered against our skin, our lips lazily kissing any inch of skin we could find on one another. His callused hands scaled my body, rubbing my back and smacking my ass. Encouraging me to roll faster as I bounced in his lap.

I wrapped my hands around his neck and clung to him tightly. My breasts bounced against his chest and his cock throbbed against my walls. I gasped and moaned into his ear, capturing his earlobe between my teeth. I felt him groan deeply, a carnal desire pouring from him as he moved quickly.

He planted my back onto the bottom of the shower, the hot water cascading around his muscles and dripping off his chiseled form. He was breathtaking. The perfect vision of a man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

I reached up to cup his cheek, his lips moving to kiss the palm of my hand.

The suddenly, Travis pulled back. He snapped his hips into me, shooting a searing jolt of pleasure through my body. My fingernails dug into his back as he pounded into my skin, my toes running up and down the backs of his legs. I could feel every single muscle in his body working for my pleasure, dripping with life-giving water as the two of us writhed against one another.

“Ava. Fuck. Your pussy’s so tight. You feel… amazing.”

“Fuck me harder, Travis. Make me forget my last name.”

I saw an animal burst forth from his vision. He reared back onto his knees and grasped my ankles, throwing them over his shoulders. He slid deeper into my pussy. Deeper than I ever thought possible as he grazed along something that made me cry out in pleasure.

“There it is,” he said. “I found it.”

He folded me in half, spreading my legs so he could feel my swelling stomach against his. Time after time, his cock raked across that fiery spot, sending jolts of pleasure ricocheting through my limbs. My jaw unhinged in pleasure as Travis grinned down at me.

I felt my walls fluttering around his cock, milking him for everything he had as my back arched from the floor.

“I feel it. I feel you. Cum for me, Ava. Cum around my cock and take what you want.”

“Travis! Yes! Holy… fuck. Oh. Shit. Stop. Stop. It’s too good. I can’t… oh.”

My body was fighting between stopping and going. Continuing and bringing things to a halt. My body didn’t know if it was in pain or if it was being enjoyed. My toes curled, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head as Travis’ fingertips dipped between my folds. He flicked my clit, circling it with his thumb as he pounded into my hips.

It threw me over the edge for a third time, rendering me useless as he spilled himself into me.

He grunted and groaned, his cock throbbing deep within mine. I could feel his hot threads of cum filling me up, shooting from between my legs and dripping down my ass crack. He filled me until my body couldn’t take anymore, then he pulled his cock out and continued to cum against my skin.

My vision was tunneling with pleasure as his entire body shook.

He fell on top of me, his forearms holding him up off my stomach. Our lips connected sweetly as we breathed one another’s air. We were panting, heaving for air as the steam of the shower swirled around us. The room was spinning and my eyes felt heavy. I could feel our love for one another dripping from between my thighs as the shower washed it all down the drain.

“Holy shit,” I said breathlessly.

Travis chuckled into the crook of my neck.

“Guess we should wash up,” he said.

“I don’t know if I can. I can’t move,” I said.

“No need. I can clean you up.”

I laid there as Travis moved, leaving me vulnerable to the shower water. It battered down onto my skin, turning me a crimson red as I closed my eyes. I felt a washcloth descend to my skin, circling around my body as I sighed with relief. Travis took time in washing me down, caressing every part of me and kissing my lips whenever he could.

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