Chapter 21
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
HELLS BELLS
I’m awoken by hands touching me. Touching my breasts, my waist, and my hips.
Hands push my legs apart, and then I feel a tongue down, um, there.
I know I should be embarrassed, but that’s not the emotion I’m going with.
No, instead of feeling insecure, I spread my legs even further apart until he has the room he needs.
I look around, and it’s completely dark in his bedroom.
I don’t even remember coming into the bedroom last night, and I have no idea what time it is, but I don’t care right now.
I moan when he slides his big finger into me.
I start to use my hips to encourage him along.
I don’t want his finger anymore. “Sam? I want….”
He pulls his head up to look at me. “What do you want, sweetheart?”
“You. I want you.” I’m totally whining now.
“You’ve got me.”
“No, inside. I want you inside of me.” When nothing happens, I say, frustrated, “Fuck me, Sam.”
Chuckling, he moves up and peers down at my face. “Now who’s bossy?”
Without another word, he thrusts inside of me with his giant, um, man meat.
He’s big. I’ve only seen dicks like his in porn videos that Lauren made me watch—for educational purposes, of course.
Literally, he’s huge. He seems to fit perfectly in me, though.
I start to move with him, but it’s frustrating me. “Harder, Sam.”
He pulls out and looks down at me. “I’m not sure I like this bossy side. You’re a naughty girl, MacKenzie. It’s time you learned who’s in charge here.” He wraps his big hands around my waist and flips me over to my stomach. Next, he pulls me up toward him until I’m on all fours.
Oh, shit. I’ve never done it like this.
And then I feel a sting and hear the sound of a slap.
“Ouch!” I screech. He spanked me? Slap. “Sam?” I whimper. I wish I could tell you I hated it, but I can’t.
“Now are you going to be a good girl and listen to me?” he asks in a domineering voice.
I nod.
“What? I didn’t hear you, sweetheart.”
“Yes, I’ll be a good girl.” Damn, that turns me on. Does that make me twisted?
“Good. Now hold still. Let your man take care of you,” he demands as he thrusts into me from behind.
“Oh, God. Wow,” I yelp.
“Feel good? I can get in real deep this way. Fuck you the way you deserve.”
“Oh, God. Yes.” When did I become Mac the porn queen?
“Are you my dirty girl, MacKenzie? Huh?” he mutters as he thrusts into me over and over.
“Yes, I’m your dirty girl.” I am. I’m so very dirty right now. Where did this version of MacKenzie come from? I’m clutching the bedding in the hopes he doesn’t force my head into the wall with his powerful thrusts.
“Mine. This pussy is mine, MacKenzie. You got that?”
“Yours,” I gasp as I come. Hard. A few thrusts more and I feel him pour himself into me. Shit. I hope that birth control works. I haven’t needed it except to regulate my monthly gift for a long time, but it looks like I’ll need it now.
We both fall to the bed, him against my back. My stomach rumbles. “You need to feed me,” I whine.
“Oh, I fed you.” He chuckles.
I roll my eyes, but he can’t see me.
He lifts off me and walks around the bed to help me up. “Come on. Let me feed my woman.”
His woman? God, I love the sound of that. I search the floor for something to wear.
“But no clothes. I want you naked.”
I grumble but do as he asks. My body is not great.
It’s lumpy at best. But he seems to like it.
I certainly like his. Oh, hells bells, when he pulled off his shirt last night, I nearly orgasmed.
He’s got a broad chest with a smattering of blond chest hair.
It leads down to the sexiest stomach I’ve ever seen. It’s what the pundits call a six-pack.
When he started to slide off his boxers, I watched his ripped stomach turn into a V that led down to his massive, erect, uh, manliness.
His arms and thighs are thick and strong.
I love how he could move me and change my position at whim.
It makes me feel small, and I’m not small. So, in summary, Sam Stone is a stud.