Blyssfully Undone: The Blyss Trilogy - book 3 (36 page)
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Authors: J.C. CLIFF
“Travis,” I breathe out. He ignores me. His tongue fervently works in and out of me along with his finger. I thrash my head back and forth, panting heavily and praying to God that he never stops. He’s driving me absolutely insane with need as he increases the suction. The sensations overtake me, suddenly becoming more stimulation than I can handle, and I scream out, “Travis!”
He whispers intermittently between his feasting, and immediately begins to slow down the pace, “Shh, baby, I know what you need.” He stops to blow a cool breath into my overheated pussy, and I groan. I was so close. “The only way you get to come is when my dick is deep inside you,” he lewdly states.
The bed shifts as he commands, “Lift your hips for me.” I do as he says without question. I so want to feel the euphoria that only Travis can bring me.
I feel him place several pillows underneath my butt, elevating my bottom half. When he’s finished, he leans his massive body over mine, his familiar weight comforting me. “Are you ready to get fucked, Jules?” he asks, grazing the bridge of his nose along my neckline. My heart beats at an insane pace, his filthy words turning me on.
“You’d better brace yourself,” he murmurs against me, and then his tongue slides along the seam of my lips, and I open to him. The man is on fire, and full of white-hot passion as he delves his tongue in deep.
He lifts his bodyweight off me briefly to position the head of his cock at my opening, and then slams into me with unrestrained force. All of my breath leaves me in that one extraordinary movement as he fills me to the brink.
“Oh, shit, you feel like a piece of heaven,” he rasps as he lays his body back over mine, taking my mouth back in a heated kiss.
He doesn’t hold back. He begins fucking me, and it’s not slow or sweet; it’s instinctive, animalistic fucking. At this angle, I feel him extra deep as he relentlessly pounds into me at a vigorous pace. He’s out of control, and as his chest rubs against mine with forceful friction, it only serves to stimulate the pain-pleasure my nipples have been receiving. Being bound, blindfolded, and fucked ruthlessly with the use of the nipple clamps has me feeling the familiar tingling sensations of a stellar climax.
“Trav, I’m going to come,” I warn.
“Yeah, you are,” he breathes heavily, his voice full of pride over his masculine abilities. He then rolls and grinds his pelvis against my clit, and I scream out his name. The intensity of my earth-shattering orgasm has me curling my toes as I go numb from head to toe. He quickly removes the nipple clamps, and I can barely hear myself scream out his name as I’m caught up in a thousand watt electrical current that seems to never end.
I hear him curse, and then his movements become erratic. Two more strokes, and then I feel him pulsating inside my core. He pushes the blindfold off my face as he comes deep inside me, and I’m met with his stark green eyes, which silently speak to my soul. I can feel this magic between us, and it never gets old. It only grows stronger with time.
“I will never be able to get enough of you,” he rasps, out of breath. A fine sheen of sweat coats his body. “I love you, woman.”
“Travis, I love you.” Tears of joy sting the back of my eyes. He’s made me so happy, and not a day goes by that I don’t give my thanks for him.
Once the vestiges of our orgasms have dissipated, he removes all of the paraphernalia. Lying back down beside me, he pulls me into his arms and draws the covers over us. I snuggle against him and smile with a sated grin.
“Mommy?” a small voice sounds out from the doorway, and I stiffen. We both turn to see Travis’ little replica rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
“What’s the matter, son?” Travis’ deep voice trails over my head.
“I heard Mommy scweam,” he says in that cute four-year-old voice. He doesn’t have all his syllables and pronunciations down quite yet. He’s so damn adorable. “Mommy?” he asks again. “Did you see anotha bug?”
Travis chuckles at Aiden’s comment, and I smile, but I give Travis the stink eye. “Yes, it was a huge, huge bug.”
“Ooohhhhh,” he says with fascination, his eyes growing round and big. “Did Daddy get ‘em?”
I laugh loudly at his cuteness as Travis pipes in to answer, “Yes, son. I got ‘em.”
Aiden narrows his eyes in thought, studying us for a brief moment before he speaks. “Daddy, get off Mommy. You squishin’ the baby.”
Travis groans. “Son, why don’t you go back to bed?”
“But I not sweepy. I hungwy.”
Our quiet time is officially over, and I softly giggle. Travis lets out a defeated sigh. “All right, son. How about pancakes?”
He nods emphatically with excitement as he stands there looking so damn adorable in his Ironman PJ’s. “I love pamcakes.” He pauses, and then continues, “Are they gutten fwee?”
“Yes, little man. They’re gluten-free,” Travis says with a grin. He’s just as affected by his cuteness as I am. “Go on downstairs and get all the stuff out. I’ll be there in a second to help.”
“Yesss!” Aiden fist-pumps the air and takes off down the hallway.
Travis turns to me, shaking his head. “At least the boy has impeccable timing, just like his daddy.”
I playfully slap at his chest, and he captures my hand, raising a brow. “Do I need to tie you up again, woman?”
I grin ruefully. “There is a fine line between bravery and stupidity, Travis Jackson.” He throws his head back and bellows with laughter.
“Fair enough.”
When all circumstances and events come to a close, we have the chance to reflect on our efforts and fortitude through which the journey took us. We leave a mark...In ourselves…On ourselves...With others.
~ Zeke Samples
Do you remember the dedication I wrote at the beginning of
Blyss
? You see, I wrote this series to escape the pain and anguish of my father’s passing away. My dad was my world, my rock, and I didn’t know how to move on without him, so I immersed myself in reading books and soon after, I began writing my own story.
With reflecting on the statement above, and as the final book of The Blyss Trilogy has come to a close, I can honestly reflect back on all my efforts and hard work. Writing has allowed me to push through the heartache and distress as I endured the journey of life with a courage that can only be from God.
It’s interesting to me how God always places people in our lives at just the right time when we need them most. Whether it’s for a simple piece of advice that speaks to our soul, or providing us with a lasting friendship, it is a gift from above to be cherished. Zeke had spoken those very words above at the completion of this trilogy. It was perfect timing. Those words struck a chord with my very soul. Zeke is a very caring, perceptive, and intelligent individual who exudes integrity, and I have no doubt our paths crossed for a higher purpose.
I pray I have left a positive mark in this little book world and touched a few people’s lives for the better. I know I have found some wonderful friendships with others and found that each one suffers with their own pain, whether physical or mental. We’ve become a support group of sorts, sharing laughs, and holding each other up in times of need with prayer.
I have learned that it is okay to take a certain amount of time to grieve, but at some point, it has to come to an end. What is left after the grieving process are sweet fragrances of memories that will remain in our soul as we remember the happier times. The good memories will always be there, but we need to move on.
As my father would always say to me, “
Saw Wood.”
Not everyone is going to agree with how this story should have ended, and perhaps, just maybe, it’s because you didn’t want the journey to end. This story wasn’t about obtaining revenge in the end.
This story was so much more for me than about the intimacies between a man and a woman. The most important thing I wanted to show at the end of this journey was that Jules was able to heal after experiencing soul crushing destruction to her spirit and psyche.
When all hope crumbled at her feet, and after going through the dark passages of hell, she emerged on the other end with renewed hope. A different hope that allowed her soul to heal.
Unconditional love heals, while revenge, anger, bitterness and hate destroys. It destroys everything in its wake. God in His
mercy
and
grace,
provided Jules a soul mate to help pick up the pieces when she was too broken to piece her life back together. She was able to focus on the victorious path of healing through God and his awesome provisions.
What Jules had to go through to find healing is what all of us must do at some point in our lives. To learn how to have happiness amidst the sorrow, because there is still hope and you are always provided for, you just have to have faith.
I enjoyed creating a balance of action and adventure while finding a way to intersperse a little humor and romance along the way. I promise to bring you more action, adventure, mystery, and romance in the near future.
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