Blyssfully Undone (The Blyss Trilogy 3)

Her breathing turns shaky as her body molds to mine. “I can’t deny this, Travis,” she whispers. I smile to myself. I know I’ve ruined her for any other man, and the way she so easily surrenders to me tells me I have her.

“You’re about to be fucked against a window, Jules, for the entire city to see.” The dawning of realization flits across her eyes; she tenses, and a deep chuckle escapes me. “In a minute, you’ll be so wanton, you won’t care where we do it,” I whisper arrogantly as I spread my fingers out, stroking the length of her toned body before I roughly grasp the back of her thigh. She nervously licks her lips, but before she has a chance to think twice, I assault her senses with everything I have.

I crash my lips over hers, letting the heat of my tongue inflict her with blind desire. She softly whimpers while I roll one of her nipples between my fingertips and slip my hardness between her legs.

I’m making her so dizzy with lust she can’t see straight, and I have her right where I want her. She pulls away from my kiss to run her tongue over the ridge of my jawline while reaching down to cup my balls in her hand, giving them a light squeeze.

“Oh, hell.” My girl wants to play dirty. I close my eyes and a shudder of explosive passion rolls through me. All the blood drains from my upper body, rushing to my cock, and I swear I’m going to explode. I quit screwing around with taunting her, and dig my fingers into the cheeks of her ass, hoisting her legs up and over my hips. Her legs immediately wrap around my waist as I flatten her backside against the window, positioning the tip of my head right in the seam of her opening. I catch her lips in a fiery kiss, slipping my tongue into her mouth.

She grabs my shoulders as I slowly let the weight of her body slide down over the length of my shaft, and she gasps for air. Sweet Jesus…I’m not going to last long.

Her warm, tight pussy envelops me, and my eyes close tightly as I try to focus on not blowing early. I will never tire of this feeling she gives me when I’m deep inside her. I slide my hips back, getting ready to slam into her, but before I can, her hips buck forward into mine, forcing me back into the depths of her slick heat, and I groan.

“Two can play at this game, sweetheart.” I force my body weight into hers, rotating my hips as I rub my pelvis against her clit, staying balls-deep inside of her.

“Oh, God, Travis.” A breathless, shaky whisper is all she can muster as I pick up the pace and begin pumping my hard length in and out of her, mercilessly thrusting myself into her tight pussy with everything I have. All she can do at this point is helplessly take it as her ass makes a lasting imprint on the glass.

While her fevered whimpers get swallowed up in a frenzied kiss, Jules’ grip on my shoulders tightens as she digs her nails into my skin. My thigh muscles begin to burn, but I ignore the pain. I want to be able to fuck her for hours like this.

“You feel so good, baby,” I pant on a labored breath. I’m coated in a sheen of sweat as I thrust rhythmically, in and out, swirling and grinding.

Her whimpers grow more frantic, and I know just by the high-pitched sounds she’s making that she’s not far from reaching her pinnacle.

I can feel the minute she begins to pulsate around me, and her legs tremble and quake in response. She tries to pull her lips away from mine, but I’m not having it. Wanting to swallow her cries of passion whole, I cover her with my mouth as our tongues tangle. Not being able to hold off any longer, I let go.

My cock throbs and pulsates within the tight walls of her pussy as I spill my seed into her womb. My thrusts become erratic, and I pull away from the kiss, burying my face in the curve of her neck as I come with a fierceness that makes shudder. I’m breathing heavily, and my eyes water from the intense orgasm. I don’t want this connection between us to end. I just want to stay holed up in this room for days as I make her see that we are meant to be.

Once we’ve both come down from our high, I hold her in place, staying buried deep inside her warmth. I don’t want to pull away from her body and face the realities of the day, because I know within the hour, we’ll have to be out on the streets, acting as bait. There’s a pang in my heart at the thought of something bad happening to her. I’ll never be able to forgive myself if something does. It will ruin me. I breathe in her scent, and exhale slowly. Those three little words hang precariously on the tip of my tongue. She has no idea how many times I’ve come close to telling her how I feel about her.