Page 29 of Wayward Souls


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Tears spill over her eyelids and I step forward, wrapping my arms around her waist, pressing my lips against hers.

“I thought you forgot about me.”

“Never,” I grin.

Her tongue moves against mine, and she runs her arms down my back, pulling me against her.

“Travis,” she looks up at me, wide eyed and beautiful, and I crumble beneath the weight of her expectations. My heart races, beating out of my chest. With sweaty palms, I brush her hair from her face.

“Yeah, babygirl?”

“Take my shirt off,” she whispers, pushing up onto the tips of her toes, pressing her lips against my neck. A war rages between my heart, my head, and my dick. My dick and my heart are speaking in tongues, so I ignore my head. My head that tells me she will never, ever, fucking forgive me for this.

Gripping the hem of her oversized t-shirt, I drag the shirt up and over her head. As I ghost my fingers across her skin, skimming her bare shoulders, she slides her hands up the front of my shirt, slowly pushing it higher.

With one hand, I grab the back of my shirt and pull it over my head as she slides her hands across my chest and shoulders. She takes a step backward and my eyes roam over her body. In nothing but underwear she sits back on the bed, sliding up toward the headboard, laying back, propping herself up with her elbows. Quickly undoing my belt and jeans, I slide them off, kicking them to the side before I crawl onto the bed between her thighs.

“I love you Spencer, I fucking love you,” I declare, pressing kisses to the insides of her thighs.

She trembles beneath me, and I try to play it cool, but I have no idea what I’m doing. I mean I’ve seen porn, but that shit’s not real. I’m so fucking nervous that my hands sweat as they glide up the outsides of her thighs, and I loop my fingers through the sides of her panties, slowly sliding them down.

Leaning back on my knees, I pull them off, and resume kissing her inner thighs. Tracing one hand up her leg, I stop when I get to the space between her legs, trailing my fingertips up her slit, and she’s so wet.

I’m so hard it almost hurts.

Sliding two fingers inside of her, she gasps at the invasion, “Travis.”

“Are you ok?” I ask, looking up into her eyes as I slowly move my fingers in and out of her.

“Y-Yes, I, keep going,” she urges, her pupils wide, and hands gripping the sheets.

“I- I want to…”

“Yeah?” she breathes.

“I want to taste you.”

“Please,” the plea falls from her lips and I take it as all the permission I need.

Pumping in and out of her, I press my lips to her pussy and run my tongue across her clit. A high pitched whimper falls from her lips as I increase the speed of my tongue and my fingers.

It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced, and the sounds that escape her lips have me grinding my erection into the mattress to relieve the pressure. I’ve never needed something so bad in my entire life.

Switching between licking and sucking, I play with the bundle of nerves and her thighs squeeze against the sides of my head.

“Tr-Tra,” she whines. “I-I’m going to…”

Breathless and shaking, her thighs clench tighter. Any harder and she’s going to crush my skull, but holy shit do I love it.

Her fingers lace through my hair and she holds the strands in a punishing grip as she grinds her hips forward, egging me on. I feel her clenching down around my fingers and as I pump in and out of her, warmth leaks around my fingers, and her body shakes. It tastes so sweet, I don't want to stop. I lick her clean until her whimpering subsides and her hips slow, and then I finally come up for air.

“Th-that was,” she breathes heavy, “wow.”

“Wow,” I grin as I lean down, placing my hands on either side of her head and kiss her hard. My tongue explores her mouth, and she moans, as I grind my erection between her legs.

“I want to,” she murmurs as I move my lips, kissing down her neck, down her breasts, circling her nipple with my tongue.

She’s delicious and I can’t get enough of her. I never want to stop.

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