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“Shhh, come for me, I need to taste it baby,” I groan. My dick is rock fucking hard, and once I get inside of her, I don’t know how long I can hold off, so I need her pleasure now.
“I-I, oh my g-“ she shoves her hips backward, bucking against my face, mewling and whimpering into the mattress.
I pick up the pace, and when I feel her pussy clench around my fingers, I curl them in and bite down gently on her clit, sending her over the edge. She gushes around my face and this has become my favorite fucking game. I’ll never let her walk away without squirting all over me ever again.
Pulling back, I sit up on my knees and move myself between her legs. Her wrists and ankles joined at the middle of her back, I’m careful not to push her knees too far apart. Scooping one arm beneath her, I hold her hips up with my forearm as I line my cock up with her entrance.
Sliding inside of her slowly, I bite back a groan, she’s so goddamn tight.
A deep, filthy groan leaves her lips as I press into her until I’m buried to the hilt, my pelvic bone pressed into her ass cheeks. With my free hand, I slap her ass so hard the flesh jiggles, and then I run my hand gently across her reddened ass, gripping and kneading her flesh.
Looking down at the space between us as I pull out of her slowly and thrust back in, I bite down on my lip at the sight.
“Fuck, I wish you could see how good you’re taking me. There’s nothing better than watching this perfect fucking pussy swallow my cock whole.”
A strangled moan escapes her lips, and I thrust inside of her harder, picking up the pace.
“Baby, p-please,” she whimpers.
Tears spill over her eyelids and she looks back at me over her shoulder, the smudged mascara now running down her face. I thrust in over and over and she rocks her hips back into me, chasing another orgasm.
“Do you want to come again red?”
“Y-yes, please Travis,” she whines and moans.
Reaching forward with one hand, I collect her tears with my index finger, and bring my hand back, running my tear soaked finger down the crack of her ass.
“Shhh, I’ll make you come. I’ll make this pussy sing.”
Her body shivers as I swipe my damp finger across her asshole once more. Collecting saliva in my mouth, I let a long trail of spit drip from my lips onto her tight hole and I gently press my fingertip through the tense ring of muscle.
A loud groan escapes her lips and she whimpers as I press on. Her pussy clenches and I can tell she’s on the edge.
“Come for me baby, choke my fucking cock with that sweet cunt,” I groan as I pick up the pace with my dick and my finger. She rocks back meeting my thrusts. My balls tighten up and I can’t hold back anymore.
“Holy shit!” her muted screams bounce off the walls as she buries her face into the bed and I unload inside of her. We come together and it’s the most incredible high I’ve ever felt in my entire life.
Her pussy walls spasm one last time and before I pull out of her, I gently undo the straps that secure her wrists and ankles. With an audible thud, the dead weight of her limbs hit the bed, and I know my girl is fucking exhausted.
Pulling out of her, I roll her over onto her back and look down at her face, tear stained, and completely spent. Her chest rising and falling in tandem with the deep breaths she sucks in.
Leaning down I press my lifts softly to hers, “I’ll be right back.”
Pushing up off of the bed, I head into the bathroom, and cut the shower on. Sticking my hand into the steady stream, I wait until it heats up, then I walk back into the bedroom. Scooping Spencer into my arms, she rests her tired head against my chest as I carry her to the bathroom.
Chapter twenty-five
Aria
I can’t even begin to explain the intense pull I’m feeling deep within my soul as Travis gently massages my scalp with his rough, calloused fingertips. Evan took what he wanted, relishing in the pain that he caused me, while he molded me into the perfect doll for him to use and abuse. Liam liked to call me a whore with a righteous indignation. To ensure I knew that I was beneath him in the social stratosphere. He used my body when he pleased, not caring about the consequences, or what I enjoyed.
Travis made me his whore, and when he told me to crawl, a warm tingle spread throughout my body like the most incredible drug being injected directly into my veins. He used my body, and I soared so high, I never wanted to come back down. It was different, because he didn’t just take control of me, I handed it to him. Willingly. The pain, agony, stress, and doubt lifted from my soul, pouring from my eyes like a waterfall.
I gave him the reigns to do anything and he made my body sing. And now, in the afterglow of it all, he runs his fingers across every inch of my flesh, bringing healing touches to any space that he may have hurt. He’s caring for me in a way that no one has ever cared for me since, well, him.
I feel lighter. The weight has shifted and lifted from my shoulders.
I know what he is, I know what he does, but do I care the way I thought I would? The way I thought I was supposed to? Surprisingly, the answer is a definitive no. He’s done what he’s done and became who he is, for me. He sold his soul to the devil so that I could keep mine, and something about that fills me with warmth, making me feel cherished.
