Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 95898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
He slips his heated tongue into me. “Oh, God.” I can’t help but voice my erotic pleasure; it’s a feeling like no other. I have a fire of intense passion pulsating through my veins, and the need for him to consume me.
As if he’s suddenly starved for a steak, he moves back to my sex and begins ravishing me with an animalistic hunger. The way he invades me with firm, strong strokes has my legs shaking uncontrollably. He inserts a finger into my ass while swirling his tongue deep inside my silky walls. My breath hitches, and with the nipple clamps adding to the sensations, I’m seconds away from exploding.
“Travis,” I breathe out. He ignores me. His tongue fervently works in and out of me along with his finger. I thrash my head back and forth, panting heavily and praying to God that he never stops. He’s driving me absolutely insane with need as he increases the suction. The sensations overtake me, suddenly becoming more stimulation than I can handle, and I scream out, “Travis!”
He whispers intermittently between his feasting, and immediately begins to slow down the pace, “Shh, baby, I know what you need.” He stops to blow a cool breath into my overheated pussy, and I groan. I was so close. “The only way you get to come is when my dick is deep inside you,” he lewdly states.
The bed shifts as he commands, “Lift your hips for me.” I do as he says without question. I so want to feel the euphoria that only Travis can bring me.
I feel him place several pillows underneath my butt, elevating my bottom half. When he’s finished, he leans his massive body over mine, his familiar weight comforting me. “Are you ready to get fucked, Jules?” he asks, grazing the bridge of his nose along my neckline. My heart beats at an insane pace, his filthy words turning me on.
“You’d better brace yourself,” he murmurs against me, and then his tongue slides along the seam of my lips, and I open to him. The man is on fire, and full of white-hot passion as he delves his tongue in deep.
He lifts his bodyweight off me briefly to position the head of his cock at my opening, and then slams into me with unrestrained force. All of my breath leaves me in that one extraordinary movement as he fills me to the brink.
“Oh, shit, you feel like a piece of heaven,” he rasps as he lays his body back over mine, taking my mouth back in a heated kiss.
He doesn’t hold back. He begins fucking me, and it’s not slow or sweet; it’s instinctive, animalistic fucking. At this angle, I feel him extra deep as he relentlessly pounds into me at a vigorous pace. He’s out of control, and as his chest rubs against mine with forceful friction, it only serves to stimulate the pain-pleasure my nipples have been receiving. Being bound, blindfolded, and fucked ruthlessly with the use of the nipple clamps has me feeling the familiar tingling sensations of a stellar climax.
“Trav, I’m going to come,” I warn.
“Yeah, you are,” he breathes heavily, his voice full of pride over his masculine abilities. He then rolls and grinds his pelvis against my clit, and I scream out his name. The intensity of my earth-shattering orgasm has me curling my toes as I go numb from head to toe. He quickly removes the nipple clamps, and I can barely hear myself scream out his name as I’m caught up in a thousand watt electrical current that seems to never end.
I hear him curse, and then his movements become erratic. Two more strokes, and then I feel him pulsating inside my core. He pushes the blindfold off my face as he comes deep inside me, and I’m met with his stark green eyes, which silently speak to my soul. I can feel this magic between us, and it never gets old. It only grows stronger with time.
“I will never be able to get enough of you,” he rasps, out of breath. A fine sheen of sweat coats his body. “I love you, woman.”
“Travis, I love you.” Tears of joy sting the back of my eyes. He’s made me so happy, and not a day goes by that I don’t give my thanks for him.
Once the vestiges of our orgasms have dissipated, he removes all of the paraphernalia. Lying back down beside me, he pulls me into his arms and draws the covers over us. I snuggle against him and smile with a sated grin.
“Mommy?” a small voice sounds out from the doorway, and I stiffen. We both turn to see Travis’ little replica rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
“What’s the matter, son?” Travis’ deep voice trails over my head.
“I heard Mommy scweam,” he says in that cute four-year-old voice. He doesn’t have all his syllables and pronunciations down quite yet. He’s so damn adorable. “Mommy?” he asks again. “Did you see anotha bug?”