CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
TRAVIS
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Brook submits as I slide her under me and cover her small body with mine. Our mouths lick and bite at each other as I rip her nightie and tiny panties from her.
“Trav.”
“I need your pussy,” I growl.
“Yes,” she replies, but it sounds like a plea.
When she’s bare, and my shirt is tossed across the room and zipper down, I shove my face between her legs.
She grabs my hair and lets out a cry.
Sweet juices hit my tongue, and I know they’re from this insane chemistry we have, not my story.
Sharing what happened was uncomfortable. Watching her fall apart, her tears, the way she climbed on my lap to comfort me changed something between us. Something on a guttural level I could never put into words.
If she felt like she was mine before, I was wrong.
I’m never letting her go.
If she needs to believe I have, so she can truly forgive me, then that’s what I will do. But not before I plant my flag inside her, as she so well put.
Lifting her thighs apart, my tongue circles and taunts her dripping flesh as she moans my name. I kick off my pants and pull down my boxers, feeling my cock spring free.
Fuck, I’m desperate to fill her tight pussy and cast away the memories of the past, to show her that this is not something she can toss away.
That we fit.
That we belong.
I will do whatever it takes, wait for however long she needs, but she will never be with another man.
Brooklyn McKenna is mine.
Plunging a finger inside her, she arches and cries out.
“Travis, more.”
“That’s it, baby. You want another?” I add another finger feeling her walls clenching them. “Filthy pussy.”
Fucking her fast, her juices deliciously noisy, my cock twitches with the need to be inside. I wrap my hand around it and stroke.
“Come for me.” I gaze up at her breasts, see her eyes on me as I finger fuck her and suck on her nipple. “Come, Brook. Come like a good girl and then I’m going to fuck this pussy hard.”
“Fuck!”
Trembling, she falls apart, her legs trying to push together.
Nope. We are not done.
I climb over her, line up my cock as her hands lift to my chest, then slam inside.
Hard. Fast. Sure.
“Yes,” I growl loudly.
Straight as a rod, I watch my shaft slide out and then back in. Over and over. I glance up at her beautiful face, then back.
“Watch our bodies.” I order.
Brook lifts her head, her tongue sliding over her lips like a goddamn seductress.
“Your cunt fits around my cock so nicely. So tight.” I growl, holding her knees. “Like you were made for me. Custom fucking made.”
“Oh god, that feels incredible.” She purrs. “Go harder.”
I intend to.
First, I need to change this position. I pull out, sit on the sofa and lift her so she’s riding me.
“Oh god, I’m dizzy.”
“Hold on to me.” My lips twitch as I take her hips and lean back. “Now take all of me.”
Slam.
I buck up and grind her hips as she rides my cock. Faster and faster. I cup her breasts, pinch her nipples, and watch as she tosses back her head.
“Jesus fuck, you’re beautiful,” I say, using my thumb to rub her clit.
She responds like a fiddle, her body a musical instrument that I can thrum and get it to do my bidding. Again and again, I circle her clit, slamming up into her to meet her own rhythm.
Brook holds my shoulders, arching as her breasts bob, but those eyes keep darting to me, not in question, but to tell me she’s present. That she knows it’s me. That she wants it to be me.
It’s never going to be anyone else, sweetheart.
I’m going to marry this woman and put a baby in her. Maybe ten.
The image of her pregnant has my dick swelling, and I’m about to explode. With rapid movements, I take over completely, and she cries out, tightening around my shaft as the friction sets us off.
“Yes, fuck, fuck.” I ground out, tightening my hands on her hips and using her pussy to spill my seed.
I feel her convulse, shuddering as she calls out my name.
“Trav! My god.”
I had no idea sex could feel like this. God knows I’ve had a lot of it in my life. But when you find the right one, the sensations are out of this world. The need to dominate and consume is all-encompassing.
I would kill to protect this woman.
God knows what it would feel like to create little people who look like the two of us. I might need to buy a private island.
*Makes a mental note*
I lift Brook into my arms and carry her into the bedroom, climbing into bed with her.
The cat leaps up and circles five or six times—scratch that, more like twenty-five times—then rolls into a ball and sleeps. As if the most mind-blowing sex didn’t just happen in front of her.
I’m fine with audiences.
Brook nestles into my arms, her head on my chest, and our breathing starts to normalize.
“Before you say anything, I’m not leaving.”
“Okay.”
I know she hasn’t forgiven me and thinks this is goodbye. But she’s wrong. This will never be over.
As for my father, for the first time in my life, destroying him and getting revenge has taken a back seat.
Right now, Brook is more important.
I meant what I said to her; I won’t let him destroy this.
This amazing woman and the connection we have. The way she makes me smile, the way she makes me think.
The way she makes me feel.