Page 100 of Nightmare

He lets me come down, his fingers stroking me inside, his tongue licking up and down my slit like he can’t help himself.

“Baby,” I breathe, making him pull away from me to place my wobbly legs back on the floor, grabbing at my waist again. He presses wet lips to mine, slipping his tongue into my mouth to stroke against my own, making me taste my release.

I pull back, “Take your fucking clothes off.”

He chuckles, rubs a hand at his jaw then focuses on the heated look in my eyes before he rips his shirt over his head.

I pull the shower door open, turn the faucet on and step in. By the time I’m spinning around to look at him – he’s fully naked, stepping into the shower, slamming the glass door behind him.

I’m pressed against the wall a second later, grabbing at his cock and pumping it slowly in a tight grip.

He bats my hand away making me pout, but then he’s picking me up and slamming me against the wall again, wrapping my legs around his waist and lining himself up.

He slides into me with one thrust, his hands grabbing my ass cheeks and spreading them open as he pulls back out then slams back in.

“Goddamn,” He grunts as he continues fucking me, his hands leaving little fingertip shaped bruises on my flesh that I’ll get to admire for a few days.

My head falls back, my spine hitting the tiles at my back harder when he thrusts, making me moan louder and louder each time.

I don’t know where his flesh ends and mine begins, he’s pressed so close to me. My hands grab at him, everywhere. His arms, his chest, his back. I just need to dig my nails into him.

His mouth finds mine, kissing me punishingly – challenging me – so I press my nails into his flesh further, feeling his muscles tense under me as he fucks me faster.

“C’mon, pretty girl,” He pulls back half an inch, “Make me bleed.”

His breath fans over my mouth making my core burns at the words. I’ve never been so turned on in my life, so I give him what he wants, I dig my nails in harder, piercing his skin until I feel his skin split under my fingers.

He groans, then I feel his dick swelling inside me before his head falls into my neck and his orgasm takes control, his hips pumping harder as he comes.

Once his hips start to slow, I relax my hands, rubbing them down his back in slow caresses, feeling his skin pebble in goosebumps under my touch. His hands loosen on my skin and his chest heaves as he comes down, kissing and sucking along my neck leisurely.

“I gotta put you down, pretty girl.” He breathes as his arms shake a little bit, making me laugh as I wiggle my hips to let him know I can stand up. He drops his hold on me as I straighten my legs to carry my own weight again.

He pulls his head out of the crook of my neck to press his nose against mine, his lips pressing forward to peck mine.

I rub my hand down his chest, “You good, baby?”

He breathes a laugh, “My soul just came out of my dick.”

I laugh at him, throwing my head back, scratching my nails on his stomach, “Get yourself together, Monroe.”

Chapter Forty-Eight

Travis

We don’t endup‘reentering society’as Olivia has been calling it, we spent the night sprawled out on the sofas in Summer’s living room – watching a bunch of chick flicks.

I spent most of the evening sneaking my hands into Olivia’s pants under the blankets.

I can’t get enough of her. Whenever I feel like I’ve gotten my fill, I start to crave her again. Not even just the space between her legs, which blows my mind, but her entire energy. Her laugh, her attitude, her sarcasm.

She’s sass and charm wrapped into this fire hot package that drives me wild.

I want to spend every minute with her, listening to her talk and joke and play around. Breathe the same air as her, share the same fucking space as her.

If I’m a compass, I’m not just pointing at her – she’s every single direction.

I’m fucking done for. She has my balls in her purse, and she doesn’t even know it. She probably doesn’t even want them; my girl is independent as fuck – doesn’t need anyone to live her best damn life.

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