Chapter 29 Harrison
HARRISON
Amazed, I shake my head. I then try to understand the crazy ways of the universe. Instead of potentially long congratulatory talks with Troy and Rhett, I message them. I need to look after my girl.
If it wasn’t for her, this, the international side of the deal, would be over. I am unsure what to email, so I simply write:
Subject: Deal Closing
They will send documents to lock. Flying home. Samantha, a huge asset. Big Love.
I toss my phone and turn as Samantha walks out of the bathroom. My jaw drops low. “Holy shit.”
Sam is naked, except for one of my business shirts. She has wet hair, a wanting mouth, and dark eyes.
“So, do you want to go out and celebrate? Or we, say… eat in?”
I am unsure who has the bigger smile.
“All I want to eat is right here,” I say. I pounce on her fast, and she squeals.
After carrying her to the bed, I drop her down. Sam bounces, throws the shirt aside, and I yank off my clothes.
She gives me a 'come to me' finger curl, spreading her legs wide. I am as hard as steel, and I walk to the bed and crawl up to her.
I am going to fuck her hard and roughly, but I suddenly pause. I then lower my head, because it is time to devour her.
I take her peach in my hands, and my large fingers circle her folds.
I sink my mouth onto her lips and start to swipe my tongue up and down.
Sam moans as I suck on her lips, swipe, and nibble. She fists my hair and pulls me in deeper.
I start to devour her and begin to feast. I swipe my tongue deeper into her folds, tasting her delicate, salty juices.
Sliding two fingers in, I curl them up. Sam squirms and starts to writhe.
I move up and flick her clit with the tip of my tongue. As she moans, I suck on her clit. I then graze it with my sharp teeth.
“Please. Yes. Make. Come!”
I lift her ankles, placing her feet where they belong—on my broad shoulders.
Next, I hold her tight, wet pussy with my strong hands. I need it to not move. Not move an inch.
I force my tongue deep inside her, and I tongue-fuck her like I mean it. As she gasps, she bucks hard.
She grabs my head and drags me in closer.
I was born with a long tongue, and I swipe it up and down and drive it inside her. I can soon feel her tense around it, and I can feel her body start to unwind.
Changing my focus, I tongue her clit again. I then slide three fingers in and out of her, focusing on her G-spot.
“Gonna come. Gonna—”
“Come, baby,” I purr, “come on my tongue.”
Sam bucks hard, starts to unravel, and gasp. I know it’s time. I suck her clit deep inside my mouth and suckle on it, again and again and again. I graze it against my teeth, and Sam finally thrusts hard into my face.
I suck as she bucks, and she throws her head back and moans. Her body ruptures around me, and she bucks again and again.
I give her a minute as quakes take hold of her and her body spasms uncontrollably.
Next, I move slowly up her stomach.
I pepper delicate kisses on her stomach, then around her waist. Finally, I reach her breasts. Sucking on each nipple, I have her moaning and squirming. I bite down, adding a slice of pain.
As my mouth reaches her neck, I feel her desperate hands around my cock.
“Inside.”
She is trying to line me up, and she rubs my crown against her clit. It is hot, it is wet, and I need to be inside her. As she moans, I feel her move her hips.
She then slides the head of my cock just inside her.
Samantha holds my jaw and kisses my lips softly. She then forces her tongue deep inside me. I suck it deep into my mouth as her other hand grabs my butt cheek.
She then pulls, and I know what she needs and what she deserves.
I decide to pace myself and to last.
After two hours, and in every position I have ever tried, we come together and slump in a pile. Sweating, exhausted, and used up.
We are now on a Japanese couch type thing, and we slide down and collapse onto the carpet.
“Crazy bastard,” is all she has left. “Can’t come more,” is the kicker.
I sit on the carpet and pull her head onto my lap. Brushing hair from her cheek, I thumb her lower lip. “Good girl, it’s time to rest.”
Sam needs a break, and a real one. I’ve never fucked anyone like that.
Ever.
As I lay there in the moonlight, fulfilled for once, I run my eyes over her exquisite body. I then take in the large expensive suite.
The bed’s mattress has been dragged onto the floor. I also notice curtains are down.
I then have a flashback of taking her. And taking her against the wall. Then of us losing balance and one of us grabbing the curtains.
I laugh, and my body shakes. I hold her close and kiss her forehead. It’s time to take a break, and it’s time to live in the now… With her.
I have no idea what time it is when I awaken, and Samantha is still dazed. As I lift her into my arms, she wraps her hands around my neck.
I walk her into the shower and hold her under the hot water. I can tell she is drained of energy because I am, too. I made her come so many times, she is likely broken.
As I whisper into her ear, I kiss her earlobe. I know I must take better care of her, and it has to be my new focus. They only made one of these, and they only made one of her.
“Sorry for fucking you so much and so hard,” I say softly.
Sam doesn’t move, and I don’t think she can.
“Very bad man,” is all that comes out.
She is not wrong, and I smile. I then kiss her nose.
“Just sleep,” I say. “Because now. Now, I get to worship you.”