Chapter 7 Travis
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Travis
Ikiss and lick my way down her body, making sure to spend some time cherishing her breasts and hard nipples.
I let my tongue glide over the first nipple before pulling it deep into my mouth, making her moan.
Increasing her pleasure, I pinch her other nipple between my thumb and forefinger, not hard enough to cause her any real pain but hard enough that she’s a squirming mess beneath me.
I can tell without even touching her that her pussy is soaked.
Her nipples have always been sensitive to my touch.
When I feel like I’ve tortured her breasts long enough, I kiss a path down her belly before finally landing on the center of her desire. I hesitate, hovering over her as I take in the sight of her damp curls guarding her pussy and clit.
“I need you, Travis.” Her hips roll involuntarily as she seeks out my mouth and the pleasure she knows it can give her.
I spread her thighs wider as I rub my nose through her damp patch of curls, and I breathe in her scent.
“You smell just as good as I remember.” I slide my thumb over her seam, teasing her, and drawing out her pleasure for as long as I can.
My tongue swipes her from bottom to her little nub as I drink in her juices.
Her fingers pull at my hair as she searches for her release.
I pump my fingers into her unbelievably tight hole, trying to loosen her up to take my giant cock.
Her thighs tighten around my head, driving me wild as I imagine it’s my shaft driving into her instead of my fingers.
“Shit, Grace, how can you be so tight? I’m going to break this pussy with my huge cock. ”
“Do it, Travis. Break me with your huge cock," she cries out as she comes on my tongue—her juices coating my chin and mouth.
I lick her through her orgasm until her body relaxes, placing one last kiss on her pussy before dropping a kiss on her lips, pushing my tongue inside, reminding her how good she tastes.
She grips my head, kissing me back even harder.
I press the head of my cock in her entrance, giving her a moment to adjust, before leaning forward and pushing all the way in.
“I need you, Travis. I need more.” She thrusts her hips upwards, pushing me deeper inside of her.
I push my hips forward, entering her slowly, then pulling back, before pushing in again, but not going too deep, which drives her crazy as she pulls at my hair and curses my name. “Is that how you want it?”
“No, I need it faster and deeper.” She squirms beneath me, searching for her second release.
“Your wish is my command.” I pick up the pace, thrusting into her pussy like we both need.
Maybe next time we’ll take it slow. But as she meets me stroke for stroke, all thoughts of going slow leave my mind.
I pump faster and deeper, holding the depth a little longer each time until my primal urges take over and I rut her fast and hard until she’s arching her back and screaming out her orgasm.
I slam into her one last time as I follow her with my own orgasm.
After a few minutes, the pleasure fades, leaving a gentle afterglow. I roll onto my side, bringing her with me, and cuddle her close.
“What about the light?” She lifts her head to look at me.
“Don’t worry, Tanner installed what he thought was a gag gift, but the joke’s on him.” With that, I clap my hands twice, and the lights go out.
Grace giggles as she snuggles deeper into my side, saying, “He got you a clapper.”
“Second-best gift I got after you.” I place a kiss to her lips and hold her close. We sleep like the dead the rest of the night as if we haven’t slept well for the last ten months, three days, nine hours, and fifteen minutes.