Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
His eyes snapped open immediately, and he stared down at me, a hard, distant look on his face. He was retreating – fast.
“Katie—” he began, but I cut him off.
I placed my finger over his lips and shook my head at him. “I will let you know if you’re doing too much, or if I can’t handle it,” I promised him.
He closed his eyes and blew out a breath. “No, Katie, you really don’t understand,” he groaned. He grabbed my face in his hands and kissed me softly. “Baby, I’m not comfortable doing that with you. I don’t want to hurt you, and I know that I will. I’m not new to this kind of shit, baby, and you don’t understand how far I’ll go.” His hands momentarily tightened on my face. “I will hurt you, baby.”
I had always had a feeling that Travis was the dominant type. His personality showed it because of how controlling he was over everything. I was okay with him taking control in the bedroom. I actually wanted it.
“Please, try it with me,” I pleaded, trailing my fingertips over the stubble on his face.
He sighed but nodded. I kissed him, and he deepened it, his mouth working aggressively against mine. He pulled back and turned me around, placing my hands against the shower wall. I bent over and spread my legs apart for him. Suddenly, his fingers were there, pushing inside of me. He slid two more fingers inside of me unexpectedly, and I gasped in shock. I was not expecting that – the fullness, the brief moment of pain.
“Lift one leg onto the side of the tub, baby,” he instructed.
I could tell by the sound of his voice that he was worried about doing this with me. I did as he told me though, and he began pumping his fingers in and out of me. I whimpered, my head hanging down. He was finger fucking me so good, and I never wanted him to stop.
“God, baby, you’re so fucking tight,” he groaned.
He slid his fingers out, and he was there. I got pushed forward by the force he used to enter me. I locked my arms as he pounded in and out relentlessly. All of a sudden, I felt a forceful slap on my ass, and I moaned at the pain. “You like that?” he asked me, his breathing labored, his voice raspy and extra deep, a growl to his words.
“Yes,” I moaned. “Travis, do it again.”
He spanked my ass again, over and over. Even though the pain kept increasing, I kept moaning, my pussy becoming so slick that it rivaled the water spraying on our bodies. Travis felt so damn good inside my cunt.
Who in the hell would have thought that I was a girl who got off on pain?
I could feel my climax washing over me, and I knew that it was going to be explosive. “Travis, I’m so close,” I moaned.
With one hand, he kept sending resounding slaps against my ass, and with his other hand, he reached around me and rubbed my clit. I screamed his name as I came, and he groaned with me, finding his own release. He wrapped his arms around me, standing me back upright, holding me tight to his chest. My chest was heaving as I tried to catch my breath.
When I finally turned around to look at him, he was biting his lip, and his eyes were closed. I had never seen him bite his lip before, but damn, it was pretty fucking sexy.
“What’s wrong?” I asked him quietly.
He sighed and pulled me into his arms. “I know you enjoyed that, but baby, I’m so worried that I just bruised you.”
I shook my head against his chest. “Don’t be,” I whispered. I pressed a kiss to each muscled pec. “If I’m bruised, then I’m just bruised. I enjoyed every second of it, and I don’t regret it at all.”
He tilted my face back and kissed me. I smiled against his lips. “Do you want to take this to bed?” I asked him.
He grinned. “Baby, I can’t think of a better place to have sex with you, but we need to bathe.”
Travis took his time with me, washing my hair for me, and bathing me. It was slow, sensual torture. By the time we were getting ready to step out of the shower, I was completely relaxed. He kissed my neck. “Ready to go to the bedroom?” he asked me.
I nodded. He leaned down and gripped the back of my thighs, lifting me up. I wrapped my legs around his hips. He kissed me, his lips working with mine, making me slightly dizzy as he carried me into the bedroom.
I loved fucking Travis. I just hoped that he was going to be willing to try new things with me in the bedroom as well, and maybe go a bit farther than we had in the shower.