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“I don’t, but I’ll have to find a way to convince you otherwise.” Travis’ hand disappeared from her ass and she heard the metal scrape of his zipper followed by a groan. Foil ripped and his grumbling about condoms being from the devil made her giggle. Though, when he pressed the head of his cock against her opening, the giggle died on a gasp.
“Shall we?”
He pushed inside before she could say yes or no. Truth was, she’d never considered resisting or asking him to wait.
He kept her steady with an arm around her waist, but she still had a hard time staying on her feet. The power behind his fucking … With his other hand, he slapped her ass, pulled on a tender nipple, then wrapped his fingers in her hair and twisted.
“Tight and so fucking hot, Bells. That reputation of respectability is gonna fly right out the window.” He screwed his hips against her body. She couldn’t nod given his hold, and she couldn’t speak given the dryness of her lips and tongue, so she did the next best thing. She tightened her cunt around his cock. She squeezed and the sensations that shot through her drove her mad.
And he was right. Respectability wasn’t near as important as the cock fucking her at that moment.
Her breasts swung with the force of him driving into her. She lifted her gaze and looked out at the lake. No one was on it that she could see, but she wouldn’t have cared. She had Travis. She finally had tattooed and pierced Travis. She didn’t want to draw any undue attention to herself or to him, but she damn sure wanted to shout it out over the water to anyone within hearing distance.
“I could stay inside you for a week, baby. God.” Travis pulled out and Bella whimpered in protest. He spun her around and forced her to her knees. “Take me,” he ground out. Lust fired in his eyes and flushed his skin. She raked her gaze up his body.
“W-water,” she croaked. It wasn’t a pretty or sexy sound, but she couldn’t help it. Every ounce of moisture in her body centered between her thighs.
Travis grinned, picked up the bottle and unscrewed the cap.
With fingers twisted in her hair again, he tilted her head back. She opened her mouth and he slanted the bottle to the side and water flowed. She swallowed what hit her tongue and shivered at what slid down over her throat, chest and belly.
“Fuck.” The one word, short and hard, had Bella meeting Travis’ stare. He stripped off the condom and pulled her forward. “Now. Suck me.”
He didn’t give her any choice or much time to contemplate the ring pierced through his tip. He thrust, forced his length into her mouth. Bella hummed her pleasure and closed her lips around him. She savored the feel of his head, slick skin and steel, the fantasy come true as he’d said earlier.
She tested the sensitivity of the tip, tugged on the ring. The skin around the shaft was tight and the vein on the underside throbbed beneath her tongue. She gripped his hips and dug her thumbs into the grooves above his hipbones. His lower body tensed, and his hold on her hair became painful and unyielding.
“Fuckin’ A. Stop toying with me and swallow me whole or that belting I want to give you won’t be as pleasant as you think it might.”
Bella smirked around his cock, then sucked in her cheeks and pulled off him, only to do exactly what he’d told her to do. She swallowed him back in again and repeated the move. She’d rather have been sucking her taste off him; hers mixed with his musk, rather than the taste of condom.
When she pulled off a third time, she took a chance and buried her face against his balls. Musk and sweat assailed her, but she only had a moment to tease the tight sacs before he pulled her away. He thrust his cock back between her teeth.
She gave herself up and over to his use. He fucked her mouth without finesse, without mercy. He stretched her lips wide and the only thing she could do was hold on. Her pussy ached with need and smarted from the earlier spanking. And, much as she wanted to get off right then, she wanted that orgasm to be at his hand or mouth. She didn’t care how he did it, so long as he did it soon.
“Where do you want it? One blink for yes. Two for no. Understood?” Bella blinked once. He moved slow and easy over her tongue. “On your chest?”
Two blinks.
“Later for that one. All over your beautiful face?”
Two blinks.
“Again, later, but likely not. Down your throat?”
One blink.
“Naughty girl. But that’s my preference too. Want my cum flowing through you, a part of you?”
Bella moaned at the visual. It was a kinky one and she loved it. She understood safe sex and the need for condoms, but the feel of a lover’s cum down her throat, inside her pussy, or ass? It was hot as fucking hell. And it had been way too damn long since she’d felt that kind of freedom with anyone.
But with Travis? Oh God, yes.
“Look up at me.” His voice was like gravel, rough and uneven, and she lifted her gaze. Their eyes locked as he picked up the pace. Frantic, unsteady, unmeasured. His thrusts tested the depth of her mouth and her ability to stand on her knees. He forced himself past her gag reflex and the light in his eyes held her mesmerized.
The first spurt hit her tongue on the downward plunge into her throat. She held him against her face, his pubic hair tickling her nose. He grunted and poured himself into her.
Swallowing around the head of his cock awarded her an extra tug on her hair.
