Page 11 of Trip
“Trust me, Julia,” I say, leaning down so I can whisper in her ear. “It’ll fit. We were made for each other.”
“Okay,” she says with a satisfied sigh. “I trust you.”
“That’s my girl,” I praise, tangling my fingers in her hair as I pull her into another deep, filthy kiss.
I let her melt into the kiss. Her arms wrap around my body, trying to get me even closer. I let myself be pulled down, my cock brushing against her wet folds.
Both of us groan at the contact, and Julia’s hips jerk upward. Her need is palpable, and making her wait any longer feels cruel. Still, I need to make sure she can take me.
Balancing myself on my elbow, I drag a hand down her side. With nimble fingers, I swipe through the wetness between her legs. Then, I slip two fingers inside her, pumping them in and out.
“Trip, please,” she begs, grinding against the heel of my palm. “Please.”
The fact that she knows exactly what she’s asking for makes my cock pulse with want. There is no more denying either of us. I need to be inside her. Now.
“You want my cock?” I ask as I remove my fingers from inside her. “Is that what you’re begging for?”
“Yes,” she hisses, her hips adjusting as I position my cock at her opening, sliding the tip of it through her wetness. “I want your cock, Trip.”
That’s all I need. I plunge inside her as slowly as I can muster to keep her from any pain. She moans my name, diggingher fingertips into my skin. I stay there, still and completely sheathed in her warmth, fighting my instincts to fuck her wildly.
It isn’t until her hips start to piston, trying to get more friction, that I finally give in to my desires and my instincts. I pull out almost completely before plunging back in. Julia throws her head back and lets out a breathy moan.
With a smirk on my face, I do it again. Then again. I work myself up into a steady, almost bruising pace. And Julia takes it like a champ, noises and broken words spilling from her lips.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I say, my voice bringing those gorgeous eyes back to my face. “So wet for me, Julia.”
“Trip,” she whines, the first coherent word she’s spoken since I started fucking her. “Feels so good.”
“Yeah, baby?” I ask, loving the way she’s so drunk on pleasure that her words are slurring. “You like my big cock?”
“Love your big cock,” she responds before her body clenches around me.
I can feel her orgasm approaching, and I’m distantly aware of the fact that mine isn’t too far behind. I’m focused on her pleasure first, though. She’s what’s important to me, and I’m going to make her cum so hard that she’s desperate for more. I’m going to have my girl begging for me to do this again and again.
As I continue to work her over, I connect our mouths. She can barely keep up, too overwhelmed with everything else that’s going on. I take her breast in my palm, squeezing slightly and drawing out even needier sounds.
She’s never felt like this before, never had anyone else do this to her. And, by the way she’s reacting, I can only assume that she hasn’t given herself an orgasm either. Having her in the palm of my hand like this fills me with the kind of power that Idon’t think I’ll ever get from anything else. The only thing that could even possibly compare is being on the back of a bike, but this is still miles better.
“You close, Julia?” I ask, breaking our kiss and drinking in the deep breaths she lets out. “Come on, baby. Let me hear that pretty little voice.”
“Mhm,” she whimpers. Then, her mouth falls open, and she practically screams, “Almost there, Trip. Almost.”
“I’ve got you,” I say as I dip down to kiss her neck, slightly changing the angle of my hips.
That seems to do it. The head of my cock rams directly into her g-spot. She yelps as I push her right over the edge.
Her pussy contracts around my length. It’s like she’s strangling me in the best kind of way. She moans my name and digs her short fingernails into my skin. And I just keep fucking her through it, prolonging her delight as long as I possibly can.
Just as her pleasure starts to wane, I fill her up with rope after rope of my release. I kiss her in a way that ensures she knows she’s mine. In this moment, I’m claiming her as my own, ruining her for everyone but me in the same way that she’s ruined me for everyone else.
For a few moments, we stay there, wrapped up in each other’s arms. After I catch my breath, I pull my softening cock from inside of her. Then, exhausted and more comfortable than I’ve ever felt with another person, I change our positions so she’s lying on my chest.
As I run my fingers through her hair, I begrudgingly admit to myself that I like this. I’ve never been one to cuddle after sex. Normally, I stick around long enough to say goodbyeand don’t look back. When it comes to Julia, I don’t want to let go, not ever.
“You know,” I say, leaning down to kiss the top of her head, “I’m going to take good care of you, Julia. I’m going to keep you and your family safe. I’m promising you that.”
“I think I’d really like that,” she says quietly, her voice a little muffled. “It’d be nice to have someone else sharing the burden.”
