“Then it will become my favorite goddamn suit. I’ll get it cleaned and wear it every day, remembering what it felt like to f**k you in it. Come here. Now,” he rumbled, opening his arms to her.
She straddled him and his arms came around her body possessively, his mouth seeking her sensitive ni**les before she had even settled on his lap. Her back arched as he bit gently at her ni**les with just enough pleasure/pain to drive her insane. Rocking her hips, she slid her clit along his member, moaning at the friction, his c**k as hard as steel, allowing her to stimulate herself against him. Hands gliding down her back, Sam cupped her ass, sliding one hand between their bodies from the back, his fingers gliding through her drenched folds.
“Christ! You’re so f**king wet. Hot. For me.” His voice was strained, his control barely leashed.
“I need you,” she whispered, leaning forward to nip the lobe of his ear, feeling his harsh whiskers against her soft skin. His skin abraded hers, adding to the feral wildness that was taking over her body.
Frantically, his fingers invaded her pu**y, his breath ragged and hot against her br**sts as he stopped laving and nipping at her ni**les, inhaling and exhaling as though he was trying to gain control of himself. One hand clutched the cheek of her ass as the other left her saturated folds, and worked to her anus, wetting the star-shaped entrance with her own juices. She gasped as one cream-soaked thumb worked its way into her ass, easing gently into her after breaching her tight external sphincter.
“Ahh…” she groaned, throwing her head back as he eased a little further into her, gently pumping. It didn’t hurt; it was so damn erotic she almost climaxed.
“Fuck!” Sam jerked his thumb from her, his chest heaving. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” he chanted in a husky, confused voice.
“What? What is it?” She jerked back to look at his face.
He was sweating, droplets pouring from his forehead and onto his pristine white shirt, his face pale and haunted. “I’m sorry,” he repeated again. “I don’t do that. I shouldn’t have violated you that way.” He was breathing hard, his whole body tense.
Oh, shit. Obviously Sam didn’t do anal sex…or anal anything because of his past experience. Neither did she, but the sense of fullness had been hot, erotic. He’d been so gentle and careful not to hurt her. “Sam, you didn’t hurt me. It felt good. It was hot.”
“I shouldn’t have done it. I shouldn’t.” He shook his head, perspiration still dripping from his face. “I was just so damned obsessed with being inside you in every way that I forgot.”
Grasping his face, she forced his eyes to meet hers. “It was erotic. I loved feeling you inside me. I’m not ready for anal sex, but you nearly made me come. You were gentle. You. Did. Not. Hurt. Me.” She stared at him with adoring eyes.
“You actually like it?” he asked, his voice astonished. He searched her face, looking for the truth.
“Yes. You have my permission to invade me any time you want to,” she answered, her voice sultry and needy. “Please. I need you.” She wanted to take away the remorseful look from his face and replace it with desire again.
“I have to be inside you, Maddie. Now,” he rasped, his voice desperate.
She lifted her ass and he grasped his engorged member. They groaned together as his c**k slid into her channel. Inching herself down onto him, she clenched his shoulders, her muscles stretching to accept him, panting as he exquisitely filled her to capacity, almost, but not quite, to the border of discomfort.
He fisted his hands at her hips, his jaw clenched, his whole expression feral and covetous. Sam looked beautiful in that moment, his desire and possessiveness so close to the surface, his powerful body tense with carnal desire.
Maddie gasped as he thrust upward, burying himself as deeply inside her as he possibly could. “Yes,” she hissed, panting, the air around them humid, heavy and scented with equal parts desire and need. Her inner muscles clenched around his pulsating cock, her entire body trembling.
His eyes held hers, their gazes locking as he controlled his thrusts, the movement of his c**k in and out of her tight cavern.
“I want to go slow. I want to savor this feeling. But you feel so incredible, Sunshine. I can’t last,” he whispered huskily.
Maddie felt like she was about to incinerate. “Just f**k me, Sam. Please. I love the feel of you inside me. I wish we could stay like this forever.” She moaned as he stroked harder, the curve of her ass and upper thighs being caressed by the elegant fabric of his pants with every pump of his hips. Her clit rode his open zipper, the teasing friction sending her reeling. Maddie gave herself over to Sam, completely lost to sensation as she closed her eyes and tipped her head back helplessly.
“Need you, Maddie. I need you,” he growled, one of his hands sliding over her ass. “I want to be inside of you everywhere. Need to.” His thumb slid back into her anus, the area already wet with her juices. He stroked in and out of that tight hole gently while he rocked her channel with pummeling thrusts of his cock.
“Oh God, yes. Yes.” Her pu**y clenched around his cock, milking him with her spasms. She keened as tremors shook her body.
“Come for me, Maddie,” he growled, grasping the back of her neck and pulling her mouth roughly to his, spearing between her lips with his marauding tongue, deeply inside her in every way possible.
Even though she was supposed to be riding him, Sam continued to master her, demanding, insisting, and dominating. The only thing she could do was lower herself down to meet his frantic, deep thrusts…and come.
Ripping her mouth from his, she screamed, her climax tearing through her body like a turbulent storm, leaving her helpless in the aftermath.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” Sam groaned, slamming into her hard as his c**k pulsated, releasing himself deeply into her womb, his thumb still stroking gently in and out of her ass unconsciously as he shuddered from his explosive release.
Sam twisted, pulling his hands away from her hips and ass. He collapsed on the couch, keeping her body on top of his by wrapping his arms tightly around her waist. “You’re going to kill me,” he rasped, belying the harshness of his words by kissing her forehead, her temple, her cheeks, and finally laying a tender kiss on her swollen lips. “I’m sorry. I did it again.”
Maddie didn’t have to ask him what he meant. “I gave you consent, Sam. You aren’t violating me. Please. Nothing we do together is shameful. I enjoyed it, I wanted it. I want you in every way, everywhere.”