Page 44 of Allegiant

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ROWAN

I’m moaning loudly, my chin on my chest as Samson pushes his wet fingers in and out of my hole. I’ve not come yet, but he’s teasing me, bringing me to the edge just like he enjoys doing before bringing me back down. The water is lukewarm around my knees, the bubbles almost entirely gone, but neither of us notice. He’s just working those thick digits in and out of me, my hips pressing back, seeking more friction.

I want his cock inside of me. I want him to come again.

He wants it too. I can see his hard length pressed up against his abdomen.

But he’s going to make me wait.

I think the next two days are going to be something else entirely.

I feel his fingers crook inside of me, and I arch back, grinding my ass against his wrist.

“Oh god, Samson. Oh god.”

He gives a small laugh, continuing to pulse his fingertips against that small bump inside of me. I’ve always been sensitive there, and he seems to relish being able to make me lose my mind over it.

When he’s done driving me crazy, he pulls back to scissor me open. I love the stretch and burn. I can’t wait for him to get inside me. More lube is worked into my ass, and I’m grateful for it. I’ve always been a bit of a size queen, but Samson’s bigger than anyone I’ve ever taken before.

I can’t fucking wait. I’m desperate for it.

I swallow so loudly my throat clicks. I need water. I need to come.

“Please, please,” I beg when he slides back in and crooks his fingers once more.

I gasp and my cock jerks between my legs, my orgasm spilling over, unable to be restrained. My eyes screw closed, my body curling inward as he works my prostate through it all. My release spills into the water before me, my cock still untouched.

It aches.

He doesn’t stop until I’m breathless, until I’m twitching from the pleasure of it. It’s only then that he pulls out of me and yanks the drain plug. I just kneel there, watching as the water disappears. Then a towel is placed around my shoulders, and I’m picked up and settled on my feet.

My legs wobble and my knees give out, my entire body sagging against Samson’s. He holds me upright, his hands pulling me against him, his hard cock against my bare stomach a tease, a promise.

His lips find mine once more and we kiss slowly, sloppily, our moans mixing as our hips grind against each other.

I feel his hand cup my bare cheek, the lube he pushed into me slipping from my hole.

He grunts his pleasure as he swirls a finger around my hole.

“So pretty,” he murmurs as he pushes one inside. “So responsive.”

I have no words. I just let my eyes flutter closed as he pushes into me slowly.

“Yes, for you. Yes,” I whisper, and he kisses me again, holding me upright as he fucks my mouth and my ass.

It goes on forever, for ages, until he finally rips his mouth from mine and spins me around, my hands landing on the counter, the towel slipping from my shoulders. I see my nakedness in the mirror, my flushed cheeks, my tangled hair.

Samson’s right behind me, his cock sliding up and down my wet crack. His wide chest rises and falls rapidly as he stares down at where his cock rubs against my hole. His eyes are hooded. Hungry.

I want him to devour me.

My fingers curl into the cool countertop, and I rise onto my tiptoes like I do in class. The position I’m trying to hit this time is very different.

Namely, getting Samson’s cock exactly where I need it.

“I’m negative,” he says quietly.