“I approve,” Sammi assured him. “It’s all right, Roark. You can…can put your cock inside me. And…” She bit her lip. “And if you need to fuck me and come in me—you know, to get better data—that’s all right too. I don’t…don’t mind.”
Roark frowned.
“It would be wrong of me to do that, Samantha. Wrong of me to fuck you, as though we had a sexual relationship instead of a professional one.”
“Oh…of course.” Sammi hung her head dejectedly. Still, at least he was getting a little closer, though he insisted on keeping some distance between them.
“It’s not that I don’t want to fuck you, my darling,” Roark said gently. He lifted her chin and looked into her eyes. “I’d like nothing better than to fuck you and Claim you,” he murmured. “But we can’t—I can’t. You know that.”
“I know,” Sammi murmured, her heart thumping. “And I don’t blame you, Roark. I just want…just want you to be happy. As happy with me as I am with you,” she added daringly.
“Being with you does make me happy,” he assured her. Leaning down, he kissed her gently on the mouth. “Now be a good girl and spread wide for me so I can fill you with my cock.”
Sammi’s heart started pounding again.
“Yes, Sir,” she managed to say and then Roark was lowering the table to the correct height and going around to stand behind her.
She heard the soft click of the magno tabs that held his trousers closed unfastening and then his cock, thick and hot, was sliding against her inner folds. Roark had left the clit shield off that day, so she was able to feel the head of his shaft clearly as he rubbed it against her aching bud.
Sparks of pleasure shot through her and she moaned and wiggled against him, begging for more.
“That’s right, darling. Gods, you’re so hot and wet…” he growled and then the blunt head of his cock was pushing its way into her pussy.
“Oh, Roark—yes!” she hissed, tilting her hips up to accept him deeper into her cunt channel. “Oh God that feels amazing.”
“It feels amazing to me too, darling.” His deep voice was hoarse with desire. “Mmm, still so nice and tight, even after all the fucking we’ve been doing with the other phalluses,” he murmured, as he bottomed out inside her. “No one would ever guess you spent an hour and a half yesterday with a Beast Kindred cock buried in your pussy—mating fist and all.”
“I like your cock better,” Sammi assured him. Provocatively, she squeezed her inner muscles, caressing his thick length and then tilted her hips further back, trying to get even more of him inside her.
“Mmm, and my cock likes you too, my darling,” Roark assured her. “I can feel how nicely you’re squeezing me, but let’s see how much tighter you can get when you come—shall we?”
As he spoke, one long finger slipped between her pussy lips and began circling in a lazy rhythm that made Sammi see stars almost at once.
“Good girl,” Roark murmured in her ear as he continued to stroke her while holding his cock still, deep inside her pussy. “Such a good girl to take my bare cock so deep in your tight little cunt and squeeze me so nicely.”
“I…I’m trying,” Sammi moaned, pressing back against him. “Trying to squeeze you, Roark!”
“You’re doing beautifully,” he assured her. “Let’s just see how much tighter you can get when you’re coming, darling.”
As he spoke, he increased the light, quick pressure around her aching clit until Sammi was moaning and writhing on the thick cock buried in her pussy. All at once, an orgasm exploded over her, making her gasp and clench, her inner muscles caressing the massive invader as though begging it to come inside her.
“Gods, Samantha…” Roark’s deep voice was hoarse as she writhed against him, keening her pleasure. “So hot and wet and tight when you come, my darling. Your sweet pussy is almost enough to make me lose control and fuck you.”
“Fuck me!” Sammi begged him. “Do it Roark—I want you to! Fuck me and come in me—Claim me—please!”
For a moment she was sure he was going to do exactly that. His thick cock drew almost all the way out of her and she was certain he was about to pound back into her.
But then, to her intense disappointment, he pulled completely out of her pussy and she was left empty and missing him.
“Roark!” she cried pleadingly. “Roark, please—why did you stop?”
“I told you—I can’t fuck you.” He came around to stand in front of her, trying to tuck his still-hard cock back into his trousers. “I can’t, Samantha—I’m sorry but it’s better just to forget the idea.”
“All right.” Sammi hung her head. “I…I understand,” she whispered.
But she didn’t—not really. Why wouldn’t he at least try to bond her to him when it was clear he wanted to? Why wouldn’t he take a chance on loving her the way she was desperately in love with him?