“Don’t make me fuck that smart mouth of yours instead, Princess,” he warns with a smile. My legs unwrap his waist as he pushes off the bed. I watch as he walks to his dresser and pulls out a box of condoms. Knowing I’ll only be a number of many, part of my stomach starts to turn.
He’s right about one thing. This isn’t me.
I close my eyes and think about the heartache I suffered from him years ago. I was a kid, I know, but no matter what my age was, it felt every bit real. Could I give in to Travis and still keep my heart intact? Would this change anything?
Did I want it to?
I watch as he slips the condom over his cock, and my body shivers just watching how hard he is for me.Travis King.Standing in front of me, he’s naked and hard, ready to fuck me like one of his whores.
As bad as it sounds, I can’t deny how much I want him to use me. I want to use him just as much. I want him to see and feel what he’s been missing out on, and if that means giving a part of my soul away to make that point, then I will. Because the truth is, sleeping with Travis or not sleeping with Travis changes nothing. This is all a game to him, and I don’t plan on losing.
He towers over me once again, my head a cloud as I feel the tip pressed against my clit. My eyes graze down his face, chest, and to the happy trail that leads me right to the gorgeous cock that my body is begging for. His arms on both sides of me, veins popping out, and his sculpted jaw all in front of me makes it impossible to resist what he’s offering. Fuck standards. Tonight, I’m all in.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” He cocks his mouth to one side, a brow raised in confidence.
“Stop being a cocky asshole and fuck my tight cunt.” The words come out before I even know what I’m saying, but by the throaty groan he releases, I know he didn’t expect it either.
“Jesus,” he says on a breath, pressing himself inside me. My back arches, greeting him, encouraging him to go in deeper. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”
It doesn’t take long for him to slide inside completely and form a rhythm. He grabs my leg and pushes my knee to my chest, driving himself even deeper. The sensation is almost too much, and I know it’s not going to be long before I explode again.
My moans are uncontrollable as I feel him against me. He pummels into me with no remorse, taking what he wants and slowing down just when I feel myself building up. He knows it, too, and I’m sure it’s all a part of his little game.
“Your pussy is so wet.” He leans over me, with my ankle aligning my face, and wraps a hand around my throat. “I could fuck it for hours.”
I tilt my neck, letting his fingers dig into the flesh. He knows I’m close and tightens his grip as soon as he feels me shuddering underneath him.
Oh. My. God.
Ohmygod. Ohmygod.
Holy shit.
There are no words, only gasps of air, because the harder I come, the harder he presses his fingers around my throat. Lack of oxygen fuels my orgasm even more, and I feel my entire body shaking.
I hear him let out a loud, deep, animalistic roar as his body tightens above me, and he tries to control himself. His hand releases from my throat, and before I have a second to come down, he shifts off me and grabs my hips.
“Your pussy nearly squeezed my dick off,” he growls, sweat glistening off his neck and shoulders. “Now turn around and stick that ass out for me. And count.”
I’m still trying to catch my breath. “You aren’t the boss of me, Travis.”
The corner of his lip curls up in amusement before flipping me over on all fours and adjusting himself between my legs again. He leans over and whispers in my ear, “Maybe not, but I own that pussy, and we both know it.” He slides his hand up my spine, pushing my chest flat against the bed and adjusting my legs so my back is arched up to him.
“Six,” I whisper.
God, I wanted to hate him. Idohate him, but right now, he’s managed to manipulate every brain cell into obeying him, even after fighting to stay strong around him. But I won’t surrender my heart to him because I’m not giving in. Letting Travis King win would only feed his ego, and I’m not sure it even has room to grow anymore.
He positions himself against me once again, and this time, he’s not nice and gentle. He slides inside, deep and hard, going for exactly what he wants. I gasp and clench the sheets in my palms. He thrusts out and back in again, harder than the first time.
“Fuck…” I exhale. He’s deep and greedy, using my body for exactly what he wants. His fingers dig into my hips, driving faster and faster inside me.
“You let all your other conquests fuck you like this?” he asks, muffled by his heavy breathing.
“Screw you,” I spit out, widening my thighs.
I feel a hand slap my ass cheek hard. It instantly burns, but I don’t have time to react before he slaps it again. “Tsk, tsk, Princess. You keep talking to me like that, and I’ll make sure you don’t sit for a week,” he threatens, his tone low. I don’t doubt for a minute that Travis King could ruin my pussy, but I won’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that. “Every step you take, you’ll be reminded I was inside you. Is that what you want? You want the memory of my cock fucking you like a fifty-dollar hooker?”
His words sting, but I can’t stop wanting to hear them. “I’d charge you double just for your brazen attitude.”