He had me panting, my breasts rising and falling quickly as I fought to get enough air. Reaching up, he found the top edge of my bustier and tugged it down, freeing my breasts so he could pinch and pull at the nipples. Every inch of my body ached with the need to come.
Just when I thought the torture would go on forever, his mouth closed over my clit once more. His suckling alternated between fierce and gentle until it eased to a slow grind that had my hips dancing in circles. My stomach clenched and then every muscle I had squeezed tight. I bucked against him, my mound jerking violent as my climax whipped through my body. I cried out as another wave of released roared through me. My skin felt electric, almost painful but completely alive.
“Now, Sam.” I begged, my voice soft but demanding. “Take me, now. I want you in me. I want to touch you.”
He rose up, ordering me to open my eyes.
Greedy for the sight of him, I obeyed immediately.
Just as quickly, I realized he was right to have me keep my eyes shut. Undressed, he was too glorious to look at and not feel self-conscious — at least when my mind wasn’t clouded with an overdose of pleasure like it was right then. He was also frighteningly large down there, his manhood a darker hued rod almost as big around as my wrist.
Patting along the mattress, he found a small square wrapper and tore it open. He removed a limp disc from it and rolled it down his shaft, the condom only long enough to cover about two-thirds of his length.
“Are you ready for my cock, baby?”
The question of whether any woman was ever ready for something so large inside her flitted through my head but I quickly brushed it aside. I might not have been ready, but I was more than ready to try. I nodded, my hands reaching forward, eager to touch his body.
Supporting his weight on one arm, Sam leaned over me. He unhooked the bustier and tossed it to the side. Then his free hand snaked between our bodies, his fingers stroking my sex until he brought me back to a fevered pitch. Pushing on his cock, he wedged the head against my opening.
Arching his back, he gazed down between us, watching as he slowly pushed against the tight circle of muscles. Nervous, I pushed back.
He chuckled. “That’s not going to work, baby. Try to relax.”
Settling onto his knees, he unhooked my heels from the footboard and slid them off my feet. His palms against the back of my thighs, he pushed my legs up and wider apart. He lifted his ass a little higher, tilting his pelvis so that the fat head of his shaft pointed slightly down.
I felt the muscles stretching, my clit still jerking from my climax. He eased back then pushed again, stretching me a little more. I bit down on a moan, afraid Sam would think he was hurting me.
He looked at my face, his emerald gaze on fire. “Baby, you’re so tight.”
Unable to hold it back, I released the moan. The sound undid him, he gave another push, harder than the first, and broke past my shield. A short cry of surprise escaped me, but I quickly begged him not to stop.
Letting go of my legs, he draped his torso over mine. Propped on one elbow, he stroked my cheek, his sharp gaze studying my face for any sign of distress. Only once he was certain I was okay did he start moving inside me again. I could feel the head of his shaft, so big and unyielding, push deeper. He took a backward stroke and then thrust deeper, the heavy head battering the soft tissues that held it. A lift of his ass had the head retreating, dragging heavily inside me. It hit a sweet spot and I gave a little whimper.
“Right there, baby?”
I nodded, too stunned with pleasure to speak. Sam started to rock his hips left to right, hitting the spot over and over. With a little grunt, I pulled my knees closer to my torso, the sides of my calves pressing against his hips, the back of my heels resting on his muscled ass.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pulled his mouth to mine, uncharacteristically assertive. I needed to kiss him, needed his tongue to penetrate my mouth with the same raw precision of his cock moving inside me.
Sam took control of the kiss, nibbling around the edges of my mouth, breaking the pattern with little curling licks along the inside of my upper lip. I squeezed at him, the walls of my pussy swelling around his thick cock, ripples of my need rolling along his shaft.
“Amber.” My name roughly slid past his lips and then his mouth fastened on my throat. A few bruising kisses later, he forced his hand between the mattress and my bottom, molding my body against his as he started to take deeper thrusts. “So close, baby.”
I was right there with him, moaning, thrusting, my plump mound and soft belly mashing against his hard angles, my pussy taking his width and length and knotting with the fierce strength of my onrushing climax. Sam pulled back, too big to pop free of my narrow opening, and then he thrust all the way in, his balls slapping against my bottom. Pulling, thrusting, the head hitting bone each time he sank all the way in.
“Come for me, baby. I want to feel that tight pussy sucking at my dick as I unload inside you.”
His words drove me over the edge, my hips seizing for a heartbeat before jerking in release. Still he pounded into me, my tissues swelling to hold him even tighter. I groaned, the apex of my climax nowhere in sight. I trembled in his arms, all control over my body fleeing. I knew then I was his, couldn’t imagine the day I might belong to another.
Above me, Sam froze, his body rigid but for the hard twitch of his cock as he came. My muscles kept twisting, knotting, sucking like he said they would until a hot sizzle of electricity sparked through me and I collapsed onto the mattress.
Sam took a few lazy strokes inside me, wringing another whimper from my lips, and then he rolled onto his side and dragged me with him until we were chest-to-chest.
His hand landed on my bottom and gave it a rough squeeze. “You know what this means, love?”
Love? He called me love! I tried to hide my elation with a casual murmur of “ what? ”
“I’m going to have to talk to your daddy.”
“My father?” I swallowed nervously. How would Sam react when he realized Brandon Rice was my dad?
“I know it’s ass backwards, all things considered,” he answered, his fingers stroking absently at my bottom. “But I can’t properly court you until he and I have talked it out.”
Court me? I buried my face against his shoulder to hide my grin. “What if he says no?”
“Oh, hell.” He chuckled and gave my bottom a light smack. “Tradition only goes so far, baby girl. I’ll court you even if he says I can’t. You mind?”
Snuggling closer to him, I shook my head. “No, I don’t mind. I don’t mind at all.”