Page 47 of Nightmare

“I should make your ass red for what you did in there, Olivia.” His voice is a growl, his breath fanning my lips.

All my muscles clench at the thought, my face goes hot, and I feel myself getting wetter at the thought.

“Fucking punish me, Travis,” I stare at him through my eyelashes, “But next time you touch another girl in front of me I’ll be the one punishingyou.”

His answer comes in the form of a kiss so hard that my teeth clank together, I moan when his hand snakes up our bodies to pull his cock out of his pants. In one swift movement he’s pressing inside of me completely, groaning so loud I can feel it in my chest.

His hand moves up my body, pressing into my flesh then circling my throat, where he squeezes.

His hips move, his cock moving in and out of me with such force I can’t help wanting to scream. My entire body is on fire, the pleasure coats my veins and explodes all over me simultaneously.

My voice tries to move past the grip he has on my throat, but I can’t get it all the way out. His eyes are staring into mine so intensely that I can’t look away. I can’t think. I can’t breathe. Nothing exists, it’s just Travis. It’s just his hard cock moving in and out of me, his hand gripping my throat and his eyes marking my soul.

His hand releases me, I blow out my held breath before a moan comes out, “Fuck, fuck.”

His hips smacking against mine, my back hitting the wall hard enough to bruise, I dig my nails into the flesh of his arms to keep myself on this fucking planet. I can feel my orgasm growing deep in my belly, ready to blow.

His eyes are still piercing into mine when he starts grunting out words in time with his trusts, right onto the flesh of my lips.

“Don’t,”Thrust. “Ever,”Thrust.

My head falls back on a yell as he hits the sweet spot inside of me over and over again.

“Fucking,”Thrust. “Threaten me.”Thrust. “Again.”

I’m coming before he finishes the last word, and his thumb finds my clit in the darkness to keep me over the edge until he can meet me there.

His hips speed up, chasing his release so we can cross the line together. His fingers dig into my ass so hard I can feel it bruising under his touch, then he’s coming with a groan, his head falling into my neck to muffle the sound.

I stroke my hands down the back of his head, “It just keeps getting better.”

He chuckles, “Sure fucking does, baby.”

I sigh and wiggle my hips to bring attention to the fact he’s still inside me, and his dick starts to swell again. His head pulls out from my neck and he smirks, I roll my eyes in response.

“Take me home, Trav.”

His lips press against mine softly for a second, then he pulls himself from me to put my feet on the ground.

We straighten ourselves in silence, eyes locked and chests still heaving. I laugh when his eyes travel down my body to watch me pull my dress down over my naked half.

He groans when I drop my dress to cover myself, “We gotta get outta here, pretty girl, or I’m gonna maul you again in this alley.”

We make it three blocks before he’s pulling my lips to his again and murmuring sweet nothings against my skin.

I’m giggling and gripping the corded muscles of his arms when he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, true caveman style, slapping at my ass as he carries me into the lobby of his building.

Before I know it, I’m being pressed against the wall of the elevator as we speed towards the fifteenth floor, Travis pinning my arms above my head with one hand as he sucks at my throat and chest.

His other hand is rubbing up the inside of my thigh, slow and steady, making me squirm and pant against him.

“I can’t get enough of you.” His words are fire, burning me and marking me as his hand lands home in my core, two fingers pressing inside of me, making me cry out.

My core heats, I feel my release sitting right at the edge of my belly, and when his thumb presses my clit like a button, I go off like fireworks, his name a prayer on my lips.

The elevator dings, the doors sliding open just as I’m slumping into his chest again, then he’s lifting me, carrying me through the doors and down the hallway to his apartment.

The door is opened then slammed behind us, Travis’s hands massage whatever flesh he can get ahold of as he carries me through the living room and into his room, his bed a plush cushion on my back when I’m thrown down.

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