I’m going to make it up to Travis. Carefully I pull my hair into a ponytail doing my best not to hurt my hand worse and take a look in the mirror. My check bone is huge and already turning blue. I sigh because there’s nothing I can do about it. Removing my shorts and tank top I grab some stockings from my drawer as well as a lace teddy. In the bathroom I apply heavy makeup in an effort to cover up the discoloration and swelling, but it doesn’t work too well. Throwing on some black stilettos I walk downstairs in hopes that Travis is back. No one else should be in the house just yet as the Chef isn’t due for a few more hours and the housekeepers should be done.
I walk around to the back door that leads out to the pool after searching downstairs and not finding him. The sun is shining through the glass doors and it feels wonderful on my skin. I open the French doors and spot Travis lounging on one of the chairs. As I walk over to him my heels click against the wood deck and he turns his head catching sight of me. He doesn’t smile though, doesn’t move, just watches me as I walk towards him. My bandaged hand is still hurting, but I ignore it stopping in front of him and he looks up at me. Finally a small smirk reaches his lips as he admires my provocative outfit. I straddle the chair sitting down on his lap wrapping my arms around his neck and running my fingers through his dark hair.
“You have no idea how sorry I am Travis. I didn’t mean to lie to you. I love you. Please let me make it up to you.”
His eyebrow lifts questionably, “and what do you propose to do?”
“I want to show you how much you mean to me.”
He doesn’t say anything so I climb off his lap moving down to his belly, trailing kisses down as I go. His hands remain to his side not touching me and I know he’s still unsure, but I need him to forgive me. I kiss his stomach at the top of his swim shorts and tug at them with my good hand looking up to meet his gaze, silently requesting him to lift his hips and he does in response. I pull them down completely removing the shorts and exposing him, he’s already hard. It’s firm against his abs and instinctively I rub my small fingers along his muscles moving down until I reach him. Keeping my hurt hand down to the side to keep him from paying too much attention to it. Wrapping my hand around his hardness I move my head in and take him in my mouth. Slowly at first, licking and sucking, making it as wet as possible with my saliva before removing my grip and taking him all the way in until it reaches the back of my throat. I move up and down repeatedly, tasting every bit of him, which currently is mixed with him and chlorine from the pool. After a few more times of moving up and down slowly, every time allowing him to reach the back of my throat before I move back up, he finally grabs my hair and I moan as he guides my head, pulling on my hair. This is what I needed. I needed him to want me. I need him to need me.
A moan escapes him and that’s what I want; him to want me as much as I want him. I don’t stop, picking up my pace and his hips begin to move as he pushes in and out of my mouth. No matter what he does to me I still crave him. I desire to be wanted. For too long I was told what a piece of shit I was and now I can’t stand when Travis hates me or when he’s mad at me. I have to make it better between us even if it’s temporary. I continue to move as his hand guides me and I can feel him swelling in my mouth and the veins are bulging against my tender lips. He’s ready. Pushing down harder on him he bucks his hips one more time and he explodes in my mouth. I hate that I’m asking for forgiveness by sucking his dick when he is the one that was mean in the first place, but I need him to want me. It’s the only thing that
I walk around to the back door that leads out to the pool after searching downstairs and not finding him. The sun is shining through the glass doors and it feels wonderful on my skin. I open the French doors and spot Travis lounging on one of the chairs. As I walk over to him my heels click against the wood deck and he turns his head catching sight of me. He doesn’t smile though, doesn’t move, just watches me as I walk towards him. My bandaged hand is still hurting, but I ignore it stopping in front of him and he looks up at me. Finally a small smirk reaches his lips as he admires my provocative outfit. I straddle the chair sitting down on his lap wrapping my arms around his neck and running my fingers through his dark hair.
“You have no idea how sorry I am Travis. I didn’t mean to lie to you. I love you. Please let me make it up to you.”
His eyebrow lifts questionably, “and what do you propose to do?”
“I want to show you how much you mean to me.”
He doesn’t say anything so I climb off his lap moving down to his belly, trailing kisses down as I go. His hands remain to his side not touching me and I know he’s still unsure, but I need him to forgive me. I kiss his stomach at the top of his swim shorts and tug at them with my good hand looking up to meet his gaze, silently requesting him to lift his hips and he does in response. I pull them down completely removing the shorts and exposing him, he’s already hard. It’s firm against his abs and instinctively I rub my small fingers along his muscles moving down until I reach him. Keeping my hurt hand down to the side to keep him from paying too much attention to it. Wrapping my hand around his hardness I move my head in and take him in my mouth. Slowly at first, licking and sucking, making it as wet as possible with my saliva before removing my grip and taking him all the way in until it reaches the back of my throat. I move up and down repeatedly, tasting every bit of him, which currently is mixed with him and chlorine from the pool. After a few more times of moving up and down slowly, every time allowing him to reach the back of my throat before I move back up, he finally grabs my hair and I moan as he guides my head, pulling on my hair. This is what I needed. I needed him to want me. I need him to need me.
A moan escapes him and that’s what I want; him to want me as much as I want him. I don’t stop, picking up my pace and his hips begin to move as he pushes in and out of my mouth. No matter what he does to me I still crave him. I desire to be wanted. For too long I was told what a piece of shit I was and now I can’t stand when Travis hates me or when he’s mad at me. I have to make it better between us even if it’s temporary. I continue to move as his hand guides me and I can feel him swelling in my mouth and the veins are bulging against my tender lips. He’s ready. Pushing down harder on him he bucks his hips one more time and he explodes in my mouth. I hate that I’m asking for forgiveness by sucking his dick when he is the one that was mean in the first place, but I need him to want me. It’s the only thing that
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