I barely have time to get myself stable before Travis slams his cock into my mouth, the thick head pushing down the back of my throat.
"Breathe through your nose, baby." Closing my eyes, I concentrate on every inhale and every slow, measured exhale through my nose until my muscles relax and his shaft slides just a little further inside. "That's it. That's my good girl. Now swallow my dick and suck like a good little slut."
With my hands clutching his hips, I do as I'm told. His tight hold on my hair is almost painful, but stays just this side of pleasure and feels so fucking good. His thick cock pushes in and out of my mouth and is big enough to be deliciously uncomfortable. His thrusts are hard enough to slap his balls on my chin with every jerk of his hips. I'm his prisoner in this cell of passion, a toy he can play with. I'm the hole he can fuck any which way he prefers and he's not going easy on me. Not in the slightest.
It doesn't take long before he gets his wish and I'm gagging as he slams harder and harder down my throat, my tears now falling like rivulets down my cheeks, sneaking around where my lips surround the base of his cock.
"Choke on my cock, Briar. Take it all like a good little girl." With my nails digging into his flesh and breaking the skin, I order my muscles to just let go completely, allowing Travis to push in deep enough to make him pet my head while fucking my mouth like a savage.
"That's it, that's fucking it right there."
He stills, my mouth full of cock, my lips pressed against his groin as he grinds my entire face into him. I choke, desperate for air, but hold on for as long as I can because, fuck, this is so hot.
Like he knows I need him, he places both of his palms on the sides of my face and lets out a groan so feral I almost come from the mere sound of it as he orgasms right down my throat. I can't taste him, I can only swallow, but he saves one last spurt for me as he pulls back from deep inside my mouth.
"Keep your mouth open, tongue out." His words are clipped, his voice tight.
Wrapping his fingers around his shaft he pumps once, twice and gifts me with everything he has left, his seed coating my tongue.
"Taste what you do to me, Briar." Closing my mouth, I savor every drop before I find myself pushed back onto the mattress, my legs spread once again.
My eyes dart to his cock. Surely he can't be ready to go again. How long does it take for him to go again?
"Don't worry, Briar, you'll get my dick soon enough." Kneeling between my thighs, Travis runs his hands up my calves, over my knees, and down my thighs before his thumbs caress my swollen lips.
"You came without my permission." His intense gaze darts to mine before holding my guilty stare. Busted.
"I didn’t, I’m just really fucking wet."
"Are you lying to me, Briar?" he asks, his brow quirked, and it lights a fire in me.
"No, I’m not fucking lying. And maybe I wouldn’t be so wet if you weren’t so fucking talented with your dick." I'm giving him my sass to spur him on. He enjoys the chase, the fight. He wants me to push him and I love nothing more than to flex my tongue.
"Flattery won't save you from the consequences of coming without permission."
"I didn’t—"
The next thing I know, his palm is at my throat, his fingers pressing against my pulse point as the head of his cock is poised at the entrance of my pussy. Fuck. Note to self: never underestimate Travis Kensington.
"Open your mouth, little girl." Pressing against my throat, his entire upper body above me, his face just inches from mine, his lips hover close to my open mouth.
"I don't like repeating myself, Briar, but I will only because you swallowed my come like a good little girl." His dick pushes in just a tiny bit before he stops again.
"You come when I say you can come. You can beg, you can scream, you can cry out my name all fucking night long, but until I give you permission, you do not fucking come. Is that clear?" I blink up at him, his blue eyes boring into my very soul with every word that spills from between his lips.
I nod my understanding because I can't give him my words in this position. Not that I’m about to tell him again that I didn’t orgasm, because holy fucking hell, this is hot.
"Good." Pressing his fingers tighter against my throat, I have a harder time breathing, the air that I should be taking into my lungs is becoming scarce, my vision a little blurry.
"You take everything I give you. Starting with me." Just as he slams his dick into my pussy, he spits right into my mouth. He hasn't given me permission to close it, so I don't move as he begins to plow inside me while his spit sits on my tongue, just waiting for me to swallow.
"That's right. So fucking perfect." I take this time to watch him fuck me, his entire body tight, muscles flexing and relaxing with every thrust and every move he makes. When he bottoms out, he tightens his hold on me, releasing just enough for me to breathe every time he pulls out. The rhythm is perfect, his push and pull giving my body everything it begs for. Watching him is a fucking aphrodisiac. Knowing every moan and groan that escapes him is because of me. I'm doing this to him. I'm making him shudder every time my pussy muscles squeeze him. I'm causing that wild look in his eyes. I'm the reason for the tightness in his jaw. Me. My body and my need.
Travis is relentless with his fucking. There's nothing gentle or loving about the way he slams his cock inside me, yet I feel seen and worshiped.
Reaching back to grab hold of something, anything, I clutch at the headboard to keep myself from losing control. To hold back my orgasm that wants to escape. My muscles are tense, my entire body primed to come yet again, but I won't. Not until he's given me his permission.
I'm a fast learner, and if there's anything I've learned today, it's that fucking Travis is something I want again and again.