Blyssful Lies (The Blyss Trilogy 2)

I run my hands over his broad shoulders, loving the feel of his skin underneath my touch, and I whisper, “Travis, I need more.” My breath is stolen from my lungs the second I feel the tip of his thickness rest against my opening for the first time, and as he slowly teases himself inches inside my slick folds, I gasp for air.

“Oh, God.” I grab his thick biceps and squeeze; the feeling he’s giving me is intoxicating, and my core begins to throb with a feeling I’ve never felt before.

“So beautiful.” He pushes inside me halfway, just enough to coat his cock with my arousal, and I inhale a sharp breath. He slips back out to rub and swirl the tip of his cock over my hard nub. The slick feel of his warm length as it rubs back and forth over me, has me crying out. He partially enters me again, teasing me with his fullness, only to pull back out and repeat the process all over again. The feeling is insane.

I search for his lips, I pant out in a desperate whisper, “Travis, take me.” He has me turned so inside-out my heat pulsates with need, and I break out in a sweat. I run both hands down his chiseled chest, to his abdomen, and then wrap my hands around his tight ass, wanting to pull him into me. I thrust my hips upward, but he’s able to evade being fully seated inside me.

“Oh, baby,” he groans. “Are you ready for me to slip inside that sweet pussy of yours?”

I swipe my tongue back over his in reply, my heart pounding in my chest. When his soft tip is at my moist entrance again, an urgent need overtakes me as my core clenches, and I tingle all over, Holy Hell. I buck my hips into his as his thickness slips further inside me. I can feel my body stretching to accommodate his width, and he feels so damn good. I wrap my shaky legs around his hips as I feel my toes curl in response.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he breathes on a broken, husky whisper.

Before I can steal a deeper breath for courage as I prepare myself to have him seated fully inside me for the first time, he plunges all the way in with one quick stroke. “Ohhh.” My lungs deflate with a whoosh, and I see small flashes of light dance behind my lids as an intense burst of pleasure rolls through me. He feels amazing, there’s no pain, and I’m in ecstasy. The only sound is our ragged breathing between scorching kisses.

He holds himself still for a moment, grasping for control as he nestles himself deep inside me while catching his breath. “You feel so damn good,” he whispers, and then he begins to roll his hips in a wide, circular motion, grinding himself against my pelvis.

My breath hitches as the length of his cock touches special places deep inside me, taking my breath away. “Oh, my God!”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he softly breathes. “It seems like I’ve waited a lifetime to be inside you.”

I swallow hard against my dry mouth, barely able to speak or catch my breath from the intense moment. With our souls connected and intertwined, I feel as if this man completes me, like we’re meant to be.

He takes his right hand and wraps it around my thigh, tilting my pelvis upward, which serves to push himself even further inside my depths. I grab onto his broad shoulders for stability and deepen the kiss while meeting him thrust for thrust as he begins to plunge in and out of me. The friction he’s creating against my slick and silky walls makes me tingle all over. I’m done for; I don’t think anyone will ever be able to affect me the way this man does on so many different levels.

His kisses find their way to the tender spot behind my ear, and he whispers, “I will never be able to get enough of you.” His confession tugs at my heartstrings as he savors each slow stroke, and his eyes close as he throws his head back in pleasure.

The pace is killing me. “I need you faster, harder…please,” I beg.

He begins to pick up the pace. “My girl likes it rough,” he rumbles. A fine sheen of sweat covers his chest, accentuating and highlighting all of his muscles. My body is a sealed bottle of carbonated passion that’s been shaken up, and I can literally feel the pressure sizzling inside me ready to burst at any moment.

“Don’t stop, Travis,” I whisper in a panicked frenzy. I lock my ankles together behind his back, and spread my arms out wide, my fists clutching at the bed sheets in a sweet delirium as I take his pounding.

Travis leans down to encircle his soft, wet lips around my nipple, and I gasp. He’s gentle at first, and then he bites down, sending a blazing trail of fire directly to my core, making me spasm. I cry out from the intense pain, and then a sweet pleasure follows, ripping right through me.