Now I’m the one on my knees.
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I reach down and tear off the tiny panties she’s wearing. She gasps. I push her back onto the floor and pull her body to me with both of her legs over my shoulders. She looks frightened as I go in for my first taste.
Her body starts to tremble as I begin my work. She moans and grabs onto my hair. The taste of her is exquisite. Her body begins to rock against my face in perfect rhythm. It’s as though we’re making music.
She’s thrusting against my face and no matter how I change up my movements, she’s moaning. I ease a finger into her while sucking gently and watch her eyes roll into the back of her head. I slide my other hand under her shirt and begin working her nipple. She cries out as though no one’s ever touched her quite like this. And I’m sure they haven’t. I’ve got her right where I want her.
I sit up, grabbing her legs and pulling her to me. She wraps her legs around my hips and her arms around my shoulders as I slide inside of her. She gasps again and I can tell she needs it slow. For now.
I rock Sam gently as she gets used to my cock inside of her. She closes her eyes, throws her head back, and moans like a wild animal. I ease in a little deeper. She loves it. I ease her up and down, thrusting slightly into her. She grips at my shoulders as though it’s making her dizzy.
Suddenly she’s pushing me back onto the floor and getting back on her knees. She eases my cock inside of herself. Slowly she works her body up and down on my own. She begins to ride me like a Valkyrie. I’ve never seen anything like it. She takes the reigns and thrusts herself hard onto my cock. She wants to be in control. I’ll let her have that. For now.
I don’t know what it is about Sam, but her touch makes me feel new. Not just her touch—what she does on her knees is mighty impressive too. But it’s more than that. I feel protective of her. More than protective—at this point I know, I cannot let her go.
Her hips start grinding and she takes all of me in. Her eyes roll into the back of her head yet again as she moans louder, wet and wild atop me. I grab her hips and buck her a little. She cries out with delight. I slide my thumb into her mouth and she sucks eagerly, now opening her eyes to stare into my own.
This woman is my kind of wild. I love it.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN: SAM WASHINGTON
I’ve never ridden a man like this in my life, but if I stop, I feel like I’ll die. I grind down on him harder and he meets my body by thrusting his into mine. I press my hands into his chest to get better traction as I ride him. He places both hands on my breasts and begins rubbing at my nipples. I pull my top off as he tears at my bra, both of us desperate for this. He bucks a little harder when he sees me fully naked and spread on top of him.
I feel so free. I can feel myself getting close to climax and I think he can feel it too. He doesn’t want it like this though.
He pushes me off and stands quickly. We’re both still for a moment panting and staring at one another. Suddenly he pulls me to my feet and turns me around. He pushes me against the wall and slides my legs apart by pushing his knee in between them. I feel him rub himself along my inner thighs. There is a stinging smack. He just spanked my ass.
“Do it again,” I say, nearly out of my mind with desire.
Hugh spanks me again, harder, then grips the back of my neck with one hand. He puts his chest against my back, pressing me into the wall. The weight of him makes me pant, but my breath quickens when I feel the tip of his cock slide into me from behind. I let out a cry and he slowly pulls back. He eases in again, slowly, giving me time to adjust.
He continues to mount me as I arch my back. His grip on my neck tightens as he thrusts it in so deep that I have to rise up on my toes to take it. One of his forearms remains around my neck, holding me in place as he fucks me.
“Are you okay?” he whispers hoarsely in my ear.
“Yes,” I say, barely able to get the word out. “Don’t stop.”
He takes a grip of my hair, pulls my head back slightly, and thrusts in deeper than before. Over and over, he pounds away at my backside. I am lost, oblivious to everything but the sounds and sensations of our bodies. Again and again, he slams into me, cupping my ass in one hand one moment, then reaching around to play with my clit. I’m pinned against the wall and couldn’t escape even if I wanted to.
A low groan rises up in me as my body shakes.
“Hugh,” I cry out. “Hugh!”
I come hard as he pounds away, then once again before the exquisite convulsions of the first have stopped. This is all I have ever wanted to feel. Consumed. Taken away. Outside of myself, yet inhabiting myself in a way that I never could have understood without Hugh inside me.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN: HUGH MADDOX
Watching her come like that has me on the brink. I’ve got her from behind, still inside of her, still moving. But I need a change of pace.
I give her a moment to catch her breath as I pull out. I kiss her back, running my fingertips along the backs of her thighs to see if she’s still game. I keep kissing and she starts to breath harder, becoming aroused yet again.
Good girl.
I turn her around and lift her up against my torso. She stares into my eyes in total disbelief. As she tightens her arms around my shoulders, I slide into her once again. We stare into each other’s eyes, her mouth hanging open, her breathing going deep just as I go deeper too.
Her arms lock around my neck as she draws herself tight against my torso. She holds my gaze as I continue to lift her, up and down, on my cock. Her eyes are almost daring me to try and stop. I can’t. And I never will. Sam’s mine now. And this is just the beginning.