3. 3
She leaned her forehead against the door, tears escaping her eyes unchecked. “Please, just let me go.”
“Tell me why you’re crying. You don’t like the car? I can take it back. Get something else, as long as it’s safe. It’s classy and it reminded me of you.”
He was panting, his breath warm against her ear.
Shit. He was softening, acting like her Sam again. Here I go, up the roller coaster incline, wondering when I’m going to plummet again.
“I can’t handle this, Sam. Please.”
Her emotions were a jumbled mess, old baggage coming back to haunt her. She couldn’t help it. Sam was so necessary to her happiness that it scared her when he became so icy and brittle.
“What did I do, Sunshine? Tell me.”
His voice was tender, emotional. “I’ll fix it.”
“When you’re cold and distant, I get afraid that you don’t want me anymore,”
she choked out emotionally. She hadn’t meant to say it, but there it was. “I know it’s old baggage, and I know I’m probably needier than most women when it comes to you, but I have to know that I’m important to you, that my opinions matter. That I matter.”
Even to herself, she sounded pathetic, but she couldn’t help it. “When you distance yourself emotionally from me, acting cold, I get scared.”
Sam wrapped his arms around Maddie’s upper body, bringing her back against him, rocking her. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. So sorry,”
he murmured against her ear, rocking her back and forth against him. “I get scared, too. I’m afraid something will happen to you, and I won’t be worth a shit if it does. Don’t you understand how important you are to me?”
Maddie shook her head, her shoulders shaking from suppressed sobs of agony, temporarily haunted by her fears from the past. Dammit! She had learned to be alone, not to depend on anyone. But all of her defenses were crumbling with this man.
Sam turned her and lifted her into his arms, coming to rest on the leather couch against the wall of his home office, holding her tightly on his lap. “I need you, Maddie. So much that it terrifies me. I guess sometimes I’m afraid to need someone so damn much that my whole life depends on it.”
He released a shaky, masculine sigh as he stroked her hair.
“I need you, too, Sam. So much. I can’t stand it when you’re cold and remote. It brings back all of my past, all of the times that nobody wanted me.”
She had already told him the worst. If she couldn’t share her emotions, he would never know.
“Fuck!”
He raked a hand through his hair in frustration. “Sunshine, sometimes I forget that you have your own insecurities. I was a selfish prick. I was only thinking about protecting myself. Forgive me. Please. I’ll try to never do it again. I promise. But I don’t think I can stop worrying.”
He pulled back, shooting her an intense look, his liquid green eyes hot and torrid.
“I want you exactly as you are, minus the frigid stuff,”
she said, smiling through her tears. She had been selfish, too, letting her fears rule her, forgetting about Sam’s past and how vulnerable he had to feel right now.
“What if it’s too hot?”
he asked, his baritone husky and rough.
She melted and smiled as she met his eyes, his look of desire blatant, his face completely stripped of its icy mask. “Then I’ll happily burn,”
she answered, moving to straddle him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Sam snaked his hand behind Maddie’s head, pulling her head down roughly to meet his hungry mouth. He devoured her, his silken tongue dancing with hers, demanding and rough. She was positioned on top of him, but still, he mastered her. His hands moved to her temples, spearing his hands into her hair, securing her in place for his possession.
She gyrated against his heavily swollen cock as her hands fisted into his hair, needing him, wanting him inside her so desperately that she moaned into his mouth. She was lost; she knew it…and she didn’t care. Breathing in the scent of him, tasting him, feeling that massive cock against her core turned her wild, insane to have him inside her. Buttons popped on her button-down short-sleeved shirt and she whimpered against his tongue as his hands frantically sought her bare breasts, opening the front fastening of her bra and cupping her breasts possessively. She panted as she pulled her mouth from his and shrugged out of the torn shirt and bra, letting them fall haphazardly to the floor. “Please, Sam. I need to feel you inside me.”
Rocking backward, she stood in front of him and yanked at the drawstring waist of her cotton capri pants, shedding them with her panties, standing before him completely naked.
Still dressed in his gray suit and tie, he looked like he was ready to go into a business meeting, until she looked at his face, and his bulging erection. He fucked her with his eyes, his gaze so heated and tortured that she knew he was already anticipating the act…and needing it desperately. He jerked at his belt and unzipped his fly, his hot stare never leaving her body. “Ride me,”
he grunted demandingly, pulling his engorged cock from his pants.
She looked at his enormous member and then his expensive suit. “It might stain your nice suit,”
she said hesitantly, but her pussy was creaming at the thought of covering him right now, exactly as he was, rocking his world when he was dressed like a powerful executive.
“Then it will become my favorite goddamn suit. I’ll get it cleaned and wear it every day, remembering what it felt like to fuck 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 nipples before she had even settled on his lap. Her back arched as he bit gently at her nipples with just enough pleasure/pain to drive her insane. Rocking her hips, she slid her clit along his member, moaning at the friction, his cock 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 fucking 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 pussy, his breath ragged and hot against her breasts as he stopped laving and nipping at her nipples, 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 farther 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 cock 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 cock 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 fuck 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 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 pussy 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 cock 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.”
“I don’t have any control with you, Sunshine,”
he said woefully.
“I know. And I love the way you want me,”
she whispered, laying her head on his shoulder.
“Do you, Maddie? Does it ever frighten you? ‘Cause sometimes it scares the hell out of me,”
he said, his hand stroking her hair.
“No, Sam. I could never be afraid of you. You might piss me off, but the way you want me makes me so hot that I can’t resist you. I want you as much as you want me,”
she answered him honestly.
He shook his head, his whiskers lightly brushing her forehead. “Not possible, sweetheart,”
he said, his rough baritone vibrating against her ear.
“So you’d rather have control? Fuck without passion?”
she asked curiously.
“Hell no. I didn’t say I didn’t want it. I just said it can be a little uncomfortable,”
he answered gruffly.
Maddie traced her finger over the striped pattern on his tie. “We’ll get used to it,”
she mused. “I can’t believe I’m laying here stark naked while you look like you’re ready to go out and dominate the world.”
“You better get used to it. We’re getting married,”
he grumbled. “And I’d much rather stay here and dominate you.”
His husky, possessive voice sent a shiver down her spine. “I haven’t agreed to marry you because you never bothered to ask. You demanded. And speaking of being demanding, what are we doing about the car?”
“What do you want to do?”
he asked in a low, gentle voice. “I want you to have it. It was meant as a gift and I didn’t mean to be an ass. It’s big, it’s sturdy, and it has every safety feature known to man. I’d like you to have it because I worry about you being safe. Nothing can happen to you, Sunshine.”
He sighed heavily.
Okay…that’s better. At least he isn’t being a cold, icy jerk.
Maddie sighed softly. “Okay. I’ll drive it. See how easy that was? You ask kindly and I respond the way you want me to,”
she told him with amusement.
“Are you trying to train me, woman?”
he snarled playfully.
Maddie laughed lightly before replying. “Is that even possible?”
“Nope. But I don’t want to hurt you either,”