29. Samson
SAMSON
God, she has the most perfect pussy. I could live in here.
That’s a scary thing for guy like me.
I can’t afford the luxury of wanting someone this much. It fucks with my focus, with my reason for being.
Right now all I care about is fucking her.
Driving inside her until she screams out her ecstasy.
Her breathing is coming in rapid pants, her cheeks are flushed, her eyes closed.
She’s close.
Just one word from me…
“Do it,” I grit out. “Come.”
She explodes around me, and I feel every contraction of her walls on my dick.
I’m so ready to burst. So fucking ready.
But no.
Not yet.
I want more of her. I want to look at her body, touch every part of it.
And I want her to touch every part of mine.
That last thought surprises me.
I like to get a woman naked, but I usually keep myself—my cock notwithstanding—covered for the most part. Not that I don’t like a woman touching me, but I’m usually there for one reason only—to get my own rocks off.
That should be the only reason here.
But damn…
I pull out quickly as her climax wanes. She opens her eyes, her eyebrows raised.
“Go to the bedroom,” I order.
She begins to adjust her skirt but I whisk her hand away.
“No. Leave it. I want to watch your ass as you walk.”
She turns toward the bedroom, and I give her ass a hard slap. She loses her footing for a moment but steadies herself and looks over her shoulder at me.
She’s flushed, with heavy-lidded eyes, and for a moment I think she’s going to say something. To say we’ve crossed another line.
She doesn’t.
Hell, it was just a slap on the ass. She has no idea of the lines I’ve crossed. The lines I want to cross with her.
We get to the bedroom, and she turns, facing me.
“Take off your dress.”
She begins to kick off her high heels, but I raise a hand to stop her.
“Leave the shoes on. Just the dress.”
She obeys me, and soon the dress is in a red puddle at her feet.
She stands, naked, her brownish pink nipples erect, her bare pussy glistening with her wetness.
My dick is still hard, still jutting outward. I kick my own shoes off, sit down and remove my socks, and then rise again, sliding my underwear and pants over my hips and down my legs. I step out of them.
I unbutton my shirt slowly, part the two sides, let it fall over my shoulders.
Her mouth drops.
“See something you like?” I say, my voice low.
She doesn’t respond.
“You can talk if you’re going to tell me how fucking ripped I am.”
“You’re magnificent,” she says on a breath.
“So are you. You’ve got the tightest, wettest little pussy I’ve ever fucked.”
“Then fuck me, Samson. Fuck me.”
I turn her around. “Get on your hands and knees.”
She obeys quickly, jiggling her gorgeous ass.
“Don’t tease me, beauty, or you’re going to find my cock in a place you may not be ready for yet.”
She gasps and looks over her shoulder. For the first time, I see apprehension in her eyes.
Good.
An anal virgin. Not for much longer…
But not tonight.
I pull her to me and stuff my cock into her cunt.
Fuck…
So deep, so tight.
I thrust, thrust, thrust…
And each time, she takes more and more of me. As much as I loved her mouth on me, her tongue swiping over me, the feel of the back of her throat… This is where I need to be. Inside her tightness. Taking her.
I smack her ass again, again…
It blooms a vibrant pink under my touch.
Again, again…
And once more so hard she gasps.
“Are you going to continue disobeying me?” I grit out. “Are you going to continue looking into this?”
No response. Just rapid breaths and moans as I fuck her.
I bring my palm down on her ass cheek one more time—this time so hard I feel the sting—and the pink turns to red. And still I fuck her, fuck her, fuck her…
And I wonder…
Had she truly become a weakness? Because in this moment, as I’m embedded deep inside her, releasing, I realize something that should scare the hell out of me.
I would burn down my family’s whole fucking empire for this woman.