Blyssful Lies (The Blyss Trilogy 2)
His hearty chuckle takes me by surprise, so I shift my head to look back at him for an explanation. “I think you’re going to need a new orgasm book after this one.” His upper lip twitches with fierce passion as he narrows his lustful eyes on mine. “Hold on tight, sweetheart,” he rasps as his hands grip my hips tightly. He doesn’t even give me time to process his words before the tip of his hard cock finds my opening, and he then slams the length of his hardness into me, hard and fast; without mercy.
“Oh!” I cry on an exhale. He sucks out what little breath I had left in my lungs as his thick, hard cock fills me to the base of his shaft. He’s reached a potent depth so intense and the pressure is so extreme between my legs, I cry out again.
Since I’m pinned down, the only thing I can do when he pulls out to thrust back inside me is to push back against his assault, intensifying the pleasure. “Damn, your cunt is so tight,” he gruffly breathes out. Quickly he pulls out of my wanton pussy, and I whimper at the emptiness he’s left behind. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m just getting started.” Then I feel his thumb enter my wet heat as his forefingers dance across my swollen nub, and I moan aloud pushing back into his hand. He exchanges it for his hard shaft again. I clench the insides of my scorching heat tightly around his cock.
“Oh, hell, baby, I feel that.” I gasp as he swirls his cock deep inside my depths, his hips rolling against my ass. “You’re torturing me,” he breathes. I’d like to tell him the same, but I can’t speak, everything is so much more intense in this position.
A new sensation accosts me when he places the pad of his thumb against my rose bud. My eyes bolt open wide, and I tense. “Travis…what are you doing?” My heart thrums loudly in my ears. “Relax, baby. I need you to trust me.” His thumb is wet with my arousal as he circles my puckered hole and gently begins to apply pressure. “I just want to make you feel good,” he huskily whispers as he slips the tip of his thumb inside my small opening, slowly stretching my tissue.
“Oh. My. God,” I pant loudly in staccato. “Travis.” I feel vulnerable, but yet the touch and penetration of his finger in my puckered hole has me so turned on. It seems so dirty. I shouldn’t want this, but yet it’s hard for me to admit that it feels so good.
He picks up the pace again pumping into me from behind, the speed of his finger entering in and out of me, keeping time with his cock. He is hitting every nerve ending in my body, reaching all the way to my toes, making them curl in desperation. I’m only able to think of one thing: the intense pleasure, the impending sweet release that I can feel building inside me. “Oh, yeah, my girl loves this,” he pants out of breath.
He’s found his own rhythm thrusting and pounding into me, and then rolls his hips simultaneously in a continual pattern that is to die for. I feel hot and flushed as I lay here and just take what he doles out without apology. The way he repeatedly thrusts his cock in and out of me like a rabid animal, filling me to capacity and beyond, I feel both pain and pleasure mixing together with extreme intensity. I grip and twist the sheets in my hands, my mouth dropping to form an O. Being in this position, I’m extra sensitive to every thrust, grind, and withdrawal of his cock, and as he pushes his slick thumb in and out of my puckered flesh more firmly, my body spirals out of control.
The man knows what he wants, and he knows how to give it. “Get ready, baby,” he hoarsely whispers behind me. His movements become erratic, and his thrusts more frantic as he sinks deep inside and I know he’s close. Grinding his hips against mine, his free hand slips around my waist, and he begins to rub small, firm circles around my sensitive nub. I feel the familiar tingling sensation as another orgasm pushes me over the edge, off the cliff. “Come hard for me…now,” he roughly demands, and when he pinches my clit, it triggers an orgasm that bursts from my inner being like a space ship lifting off its launch pad.
I expel a powerful wail from my lungs, embracing the ecstasy he’s giving me, experiencing a climax so powerful I can feel my inner walls spasm around his thickness. His shaft then begins pulsing in the depths of my core as a powerful, deep groan expels from his lungs, and I feel his beautiful body as it shudders over mine. What we’ve just shared is so soul connecting, and the fervor, magic, and zeal between us is like a drug; I don’t ever want this feeling to end.