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“I want you right now,” he said, and I opened my eyes. He rubbed his hands down my body, over my tight pink dress. His hands roamed my thighs underneath. “All day, I’ve wanted you. Wanting to fuck you so bad.”

“You were my first,” I whispered as he laid me on the soft bed. The white blankets were messy from all my crying. The drapes were still open, showing the fiery sunset outside.

“Exactly, and I don’t intend to have you forget that,” he said, lifting my dress above my waist and exposing my pink panties. He kissed my thighs, his body heat making me shiver in anticipation. I wanted his lips against my core. “Your panties are drenched with slick, baby.”

Moving my panties to the side, he touched me with one finger, sliding it from the bottom to the top, teasing my clitoris.

“Sam,” I groaned, the back of my head pressing against the pillow in my arousal. I was so turned on that I wanted more. “I need you inside me.”

I started pulling down my panties, but he swiftly took charge, ripping them off me. Then he unbuckled his belt, and heat spiraled in my pussy. He threw his slacks to the floor of the bed and was on top of me again. The body heat emanating from his alpha body was tempting. I touched his chest and felt his biceps. His mouth turned up in a half-smile at my exploration.

“Do you like it?”

“I do,” I breathed.

“Are you ready for me, baby? I don’t want to rush you,” he said, kissing my boobs. His hot breath made my nipples hard, and I nodded. He quickly spread my legs with his knee, and his hand cupped my sex. “Your pussy is dripping in my hand.”

“I’m hot for you, Sam.”

He stuck a finger inside me, and I moaned. He teased me with his finger as he slowly went in and out.

“How is that?” he asked.

“I need something bigger,” I said, feeling dirty talking like this. But it was turning me on like crazy. My pussy was clenching and tightening around his middle finger, wanting more. I was starting to realize that Sam prolonged foreplay more than any of the men here. He seemed to be enjoying this.

“Do you want my dick inside you?” he said, placing a second finger inside me, stretching me. My heart raced, and my breasts swelled. Removing his fingers, he licked them one by one while looking me in the eyes. He was a man of deep passion, and I felt like the only one for him right now. “You taste so good, princess,mi amor.”

“I want your dick,” I begged, opening my legs wider. He reveled at the display, his eyes glued to my sex. Then, in one swift motion, he mounted me and stuck his dick inside me with an ecstatic groan. His eyes closed in pleasure as he pushed deeper inside me.

My pussy stretched wide around his invading dick, as he pushed deeper and deeper.

We locked eyes as our sexes joined, and he was fully inside me now. He rocked his hips, thrusting into me. I tightened my legs around him in blissful pleasure, taking him in. Feeling his rock-hard cock inside me, sturdy and hot.

“Your pussy is glorious. My beautiful female,” he breathed as he rocked faster and faster. “Tighter, baby.”

I clenched my pussy tight around his thrusting manhood as he humped against me. My vaginal muscles contracted as waves of pleasure went through every inch of my body.

“Harder, Sam,” I gasped.

He bucked his hips harder into me, and his sack slapped against me powerfully.

With every thrust and rub against my clit, I arched my back higher, and I convulsed underneath him. A crescendo of fireworks exploded through my body as I climaxed.

He thrust one final time.

Sam roared, and I screamed as I orgasmed.

“Fuck,” he howled, kissing me hard on the mouth.

His ejaculate spewed inside me, some of it seeping out as his dick hardened and knotted inside me. Swelling and stretching me open in pleasurable glory. He lay on top of me as we tried to catch our breath.

“That was fucking amazing,” I said. Sam chuckled. “What’s so funny?”

“I never heard you swear before,” he muttered against my neck as his finger traced my tummy. “I don’t think I’m a good influence. Maybe you should go to a better-behaved pack.”

“Oh, shut up,” I said, tensing up.

Sam seemed to sense my mood.


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