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“If you want to stop, we will, but if you don’t, I will eventually show you just how sick and depraved I can be, my Little Red.” Sammy pushed into me as deep as my body would allow. “You say the word. If you don’t, we will explore this together and I will show you. All of me.”
“I want that,” I cried out as a fast release slammed into me.
Sammy removed his boot from my head and grabbed fistfuls of my hair. He pulled me upright, picked up speed with his hips, and fucked me on the ground like the slut I wanted to be for him.
Amber
My legs trembled, mythighs shook, and my body tensed as another release slid through every inch of me. We were now at a motel, in a bed. Once we had entered the room, I never got very far before Sammy grabbed me, picked me up off my feet, and threw me down on top of the mattress. The first night with him had been nothing short of amazing but this, this was on a whole other level. Something I had always wanted and tried getting from Aaron but couldn’t. I wanted to be used and degraded. I thought I had trusted my late husband enough that I could get it from him and ask about making our sex life spicier, but he didn’t take it well and felt it more of an insult than a suggestion.
With Sammy, he read my body like a book. Each breath and moan I took, were words telling him that what he was doing was right. Everything was just…right.
It was like as soon as he fucked me in the woods, a part of him had been unleashed. A part I knew was there but was nervous to meet at the same time.
“That’s it you fucking slut, come for me.” His hands were wrapped around my throat, his cock deep inside of me, and his eyes locked with mine. “Such a needy little whore.”
“God.” I shivered at his words. Although they were rude and vulgar, something deep inside of me trusted that he didn’t actually mean them. “More, please more.”
A sly grin spread on his face as his hands tightened around my throat.
My pussy contracted, squeezing around his cock as my thighs shook. My body tensed, my arms pulling on the belt wrapped around my wrists as every inch of me burned with pleasure.
It had been the first time he hadn’t taken me from behind and while my hands were bound above my head and I couldn’t actually touch him, I liked seeing him in all his naked glory. He had wrapped his belt around my wrists and a bedpost, so the only way I could get out of my restraints was if I used my safeword. It was exhilarating to say the least, both of us knowing I wouldn’t utter that word no matter how far and twisted Sammy took the sex.
He had a tattoo on his ribs that said Mom and Dad in fancy script along with two dates. Other than that, he was completely bare of ink and piercings, but he was hard, everywhere. He had a few scars, from fighting I imagined, but he was still a masterpiece. Beautiful in the way he moved. His hips thrust forward, his brow furrowed, determined to get his orgasm and give me another in return. His grunts and groans made me wetter. His hold on my throat made me moan. His rough touch made me weak.
His dominance had been what I had been looking for all of these years. Before I could think on that further and how it must have been fate, an orgasm ripped through my very soul. It had been so hard, spots danced in my vision. A scream locked in my throat, unable to get out as the release took all of the air from my lungs.
Sammy tensed, his cock swelling and pulsing inside of me. His own release forced a moan from his lips, his eyes fluttering closed. “Fuck me, pet. So good.”
A breathless laugh left me.
He opened his eyes, a cheeky grin spreading on his handsome face. He loosened his grip on my throat and unbuckled the belt wrapped around my wrists. Before I could touch him, he linked his fingers in mine and lowered his mouth to my neck. He licked and sucked along the area where his hands had been a few seconds ago.
Tilting my head back to give him better access, I reveled in the way his cock twitched inside of me.
“You good?” he murmured against my skin.
“Yeah.” I sighed. “Very good.”
He lifted his head, staring down at me. “How are your wrists?” he asked, running his thumbs back and forth over the red marks the belt had caused.
“Fine.” I circled my wrists, showing him that I was, in fact, fine. “Promise.”
I didn’t ask him to kiss me. I knew he would, in time. Because I also wasn’t stupid. What we had, what we were doing, was far from being over.
“If you won’t let me kiss you, can I at least touch you?” I would get him to kiss me, eventually, but for now, I knew when to not cross that line. Especially when I didn’t want to do something to fuck this up between us.
Sammy released my hands and sat back on his heels, pulling me up and into his arms. His hands roamed down my back, his fingers dancing along my skin sent a wave of goosebumps along my flesh.
Brushing my thumb along his bottom lip, I ran my other hand through his hair.
His eyes never strayed from mine. It was unnerving in the way he looked at me. It was almost like he was looking deep into my soul for an answer to a question I didn’t know.
As his hands roamed over my ass, his fingers slid between the cheeks of my rear.
I shivered, pushing my ass into his touch.
He grunted, kissing the side of my throat. “Are you on the pill?”
