Page 76 of Tied to You
Grabbing her hip, I pull her arse to me, my cock locked and loaded. I look down, rolling her dress in my fingers, raising it to her hips with both hands. I trail my eyes from her ankles to her arse. In these heels, her legs look twice as long. “Fuck, Mollie.” I take a breath, exhaling heavily. My cock weeping.
Then I see it. The tattoo I’ve seen before, but never in this way. It halts me. I try to ignore the jab of pain in my chest as my feet stagger back a fraction, slightly breaking our closeness.
“Travis?”
My palms on her waist move the dress up higher.
Looking over her shoulder, Mollie waits for me. “What is it?”
The tip of my dick slides against her hole, her arousal slick across the end. The sight of her pussy waiting for me sends me out of this world. “You’remine.” My thumb traces over the M. Then the I. Followed by the N and the E. The word Jasmine dances across her soft skin, but they’re the only letters I can see.
She knows what I’m going to do. I feel her brace, her shoulder blades pulling together as she readies herself.
I slam into her, pulling her hips back onto me. My jaw locks, my head flying back.
So. Fucking. Perfect.
She screams. “Travis!”
I growl, kicking her legs wider, forcing her body to crumple, her head falling into her folded arms against the wall. Like a man possessed, I grunt, my hips then moving piston paced, banging into her as I chase my release.
She takes it all, suppressing her screams in her arms. Everything I have to give, Mollie accepts. Every thrust of my hips. Every bang. Every knock. She never falters.
It drives me wild, solidifying my feelings that came from out of fucking nowhere and blindsided me. This woman will be the death of me. My life will never be the same because of her. Whatever’s to come my way. I know she’ll be at the centre of it all.
Skating one hand up to her hair, I take the knot on the back of her neck, curling my fist around it. I pull her head back, her chin now pointed to the sky.
Mine.
Mollie’s palms then press flat on the wall, and her hips begin to rock, meeting my drives. Jesus. There’s no doubt about it now. She was made for me.
Then I fuck her. Like my life depends on it, I fuck her, hard and fast. And my mind? The thing that’s always felt jaded, like something was missing. It’s finally free. Finally clear. Our chaos is uniting and we’re both drowning in it, losing ourselves in this blissful state that we’ve found with each other. My body’s moving of its own accord, knowing exactly what to give her and what to take.
With a hiss, my body clenches, and my orgasm tears through me, ripping me to shreds. My legs buckle, and I hold her hips, emptying myself in her. Deep. “Fucking hell.” My heart’s banging so hard, I feel like I might pass out.
I’m still seeing stars, still coming, when Mollie pushes herself away from the wall, looking at me over her shoulder.
All I see are those eyes. I pull her back by her hair, instantly greedy. Instantly hungry for more. I seal my lips to hers, my hand wrapping around her throat to hold her steady as she settles back on my cock.
She moans, her eyes rolling into her head whilst she holds onto my neck with her hand, deepening our kiss. She’s hungry for more, too. “Travis.” Hervoice is so gentle. She’s spent, but I’m not finished with her yet.
“Now I get to love you.”
Her lips turn up, brushing against mine. “Until the sun rises?”
I dip my legs and pull out of her; my cock still rock hard. Then I turn her to face me. Her makeup’s a little worn. Her eyes are damp. Her forehead’s dotted with a small amount of sweat. I kiss her, holding her head in my hands. “Until the sun rises.” I pull back.
She smiles. It’s the most beautiful sight I’ve seen. Her hands then move behind her back, her chest naturally pushing up as she reaches for the zip of the dress. I hear it pull down, and the front immediately drops, the rest following as it skims off her skin, pooling at her feet. She repeats the action, unclasping her black, strapless bra, and letting that also fall to her feet.
I’m knocked off my feet, losing my breath when my eyes travel over every inch of her. I drink her in. Naked in front me, standing only in her heels… I’m pretty sure she’s the girl of my dreams. The dry and the wet ones. I’m also pretty certain that if it wasn’t for the fact I could see my own pleasure coating the inside of her thighs, I’d be shooting my load in my pants.
Which reminds me. Whilst she’s standing here looking like a goddess, I’m still fully clothed. Lifting my fingers, I lift the hoodie I’m wearing up, over my head, tossing it to the floor without looking. I do the same with my t-shirt, then I slide my jeans and boxers down my thighs and step out of them.
“And the socks?” Mollie says.
I quip her a look before dipping my top half and lifting my feet one after the other. “Better?” I ask, standing straight, stood in all my glory.
“Much.” She bites her lip, her eyes working me the same way mine did her. Bracing one hand on the wall, she leans back and starts unbuckling the small strap of her shoe.
