I spread my legs wide, my ass in the air as he began to fuck me deeply from behind. “I love seeing this ass,” he grunted. He slapped my ass hard and I moaned, rolling my hips back against him. “I love how fucking hungry you are for this cock. You can’t get enough of it.”
He fucked me hard, not holding anything back. I wanted him badly, needed him to fill me up. That was all I could think about as he fucked me deep and hard, our animal bodies sweating, coming together. I wanted him to make me come, knew I was so fucking close.
I rolled my hips, bucking back against him. He smacked my ass again, making me moan his name. I let him fuck me rough as he grabbed my hips, pulled my hair, smacked my ass. I was his to fuck, his pussy to fill.
He reached around my hips and began to work my clit, his big cock thrusting deep inside me.
“I want you to come on this big dick,” he said. “I want you to come for me.”
“I’m so close,” I moaned. “I’m so close.”
“You want to come on this big cock. You love being a bad girl for me, getting this ass smacked, making your body sweat. You fucking love coming on my cock”
“Oh god, Travis. Oh my god.” I could feel it then, the edge fast approaching, the orgasm building in my core.
“Go ahead, you fucking bad girl. Go ahead and come for me.” He fucked me harder, savagely, roughly, and deep.
It rolled over me like a train. My body tensed, and I couldn’t control myself anymore as the orgasm took me over. He held my hips, keeping his cock deep inside me as I came, moans rolling from my mouth as pleasure rolled along my spine.
In that moment, there was nothing else but Travis. I was his completely, no reservations, nothing held back. As I came hard, his thick cock deep between my legs, I knew there was nothing else.
As I came, I could hear his own grunts as he fucked me deep and rough. I knew he was coming deep inside me, and I rolled my hips, working his cock.
We came together like that. I wanted him to fill my pussy up with his cum, wanted him to feel as good as I felt.
My orgasm slowly passed. His strokes got longer, slower, and finally he collapsed onto the rug next to me, our bodies intertwined. I was breathing deeply, covered in a thin sheen of sweat. He grinned at me, shaking his head.
“You’re fucking something else, Hartley,” he said.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I answered, smiling.
We stayed there, not moving, enjoying this moment. I didn’t know what was going to happen next, how we were going to get out of this horrible situation, but at least I had this moment. I had Travis and I felt good, right, wrapped in his arms.
Whatever came next, I knew I had this.
Chapter 18
Travis
Another night on the couch, another morning of pancakes. I didn’t know why I kept making them, but she seemed to like it, and I didn’t mind.
Maybe we needed a little normalcy. We’d been jumping between fearing for our lives, making deals with dangerous people, and fucking each other like there was nothing left in the world. Pancakes and coffee in the morning felt safe, normal, and it evened us out.
We talked idly at breakfast, neither of us mentioning what we had done on the table just the day before. But it was always there, in the back of my mind, waiting there. I couldn’t get the way she looked at me as she came out of my damn head, or the way I felt as I filled that pussy up.
That desire had always been there from the very first second I saw her, but there was something more growing between us, something else. The more she got to see me and the more I got to see her, the more I wanted to save her. It was becoming less about helping a stranger in need and more about saving someone I actually gave a shit about.
Maybe that had always been there. Maybe it was lurking in the shadows, sitting on the edges, hiding just out of sight. That desire was slowly transforming to a need, but maybe it always had been.
After breakfast, we dressed and got in the car. I glanced at her as we drove and rolled the window down. She smiled at me, her blond hair blowing in the wind, and she laughed as she pulled it back.
We were going to see Markus again. Things were getting sticky in Knoxville, and now that I was deep in with both sides, I was worried about him. Markus was a good man, a smart man, despite appearances. He knew how to take care of himself, but I still couldn’t just leave him alone.
I pulled up front of his place and we got out. “Think he’ll force me to drink again?” Hartley said softly as we walked toward his house.
“Probably,” I said. “I think you can take it, though.”
She looked at me seriously. “Travis, I don’t think I can.”
I laughed just as Markus came to the door. He was his usual bearish self.