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A whimper escapes me when I’m forced to feel how much I need to pee. The movement pushes on my prostate and the pleasure overcomes the need to stop this and run to the bathroom.
“Fuck,” I sigh, and he pulls away, then pushes again. “Sam…”
“Just enjoy,” he rasps. His own voice is overtaken by pleasure. He repeats the gesture, rubbing the tip of his fingers against my prostate, pushing until I feel close to coming.
“Shit…shit…I’m gonna come,” I moan against the mattress. He pulls away, and I hear him pump more lube before the head of his cock presses against me.
“Take a deep breath for me,” he orders softly. I know from experience that it’s needed. He pushes in as I inhale deeply and runs a hand on my lower back. He pauses mid-way and grabs my cock, making sure to give me friction before he keeps going in.
He pulls out slightly and comes back in, going in deeper. I feel him tremble, his breath picking up and my stomach tightening with pleasure. Slowly, he pushes all the way in. I can barely breathe, feeling full and tight. I cry out when he starts moving again.
“Ssh, baby.” He tightens his grip around my dick and presses a hand at the back of my head, pushing me further against the mattress. “Take it like a good boy.”
His thrusts accelerate, and the pleasure kicks in tenfold. I come before he does, in a blend of cries and moans. I explode all over his hand just before he grabs both my hips and slams harder inside me. I can feel the cum I spilled all over his hand now against my skin. Despite the relaxing state from coming, the pleasure is still overwhelming, feeling him rub against all the right places inside of me.
His grunts get deeper, his breaths barely making it out of his lungs before he finally releases inside me. He falls on top of my body, pushing both of us flat against the bed. He’s still panting against my neck, bringing goosebumps down my back. When he’s finally caught his breath, he drops kisses on the back of my neck. Slowly, his dick softens, and he pulls out, cum dripping out. He falls beside me, and I turn around to drop a kiss on his lips.
“I love you,” I whisper as I nestle against his neck.
“I love you too.” He hugs me tightly, and I only realize I’ve drifted back to sleep when his voice startles me. “Let’s shower. I have a big day ahead of me of looking for the brothers.”
He does. Even more than he can imagine. I’ll mention that after our shower.
When we walk down, Rose is already in the kitchen, drinking a glass of orange juice.
“Morning, lovebirds,” she smiles knowingly.
Rose is not meant to be living with us. Sam gives her the penthouse totally free. Yet, she showed up here at three a.m. because, and I quote, ‘you made me addicted to you, so you deal with it now.’
Isn’t that the best thing to hear from Rose’s mouth?
“Get that smug smile off your face,” I mumble at her. I hate losing sleep, and she has now pissed me off for showing up, being her irresistible self, keeping me awake, and yet not giving me anything I needed from her.
We didn’t have one minute of sex, kissing, or affection. No, we spent hours listening to her rant about how her idea of killing Conor was better than ours of helping Rachel leave in a slower yet safer process. We’re trying to help her get the independence and courage she needs to give her closure, by initiating the process herself.
And she has. Most of her stuff is already here. We helped her open a bank account separate from Conor’s, so he couldn’t control her expenses anymore. Sam got her a car he keeps in a garage within walking distance to her house and gave her the keys, should she need to leave rapidly. And we bought her cameras he can’t find, hidden them all in the house for when she takes him to court for the horrors he put her through. We’re going to get him fair and square, and he will regret the day he ever put a hand on her. All she has left is the most arduous task: telling him she’s leaving.
“Sam,” Rose cuts through my thoughts. “Do you have issues satisfying your boyfriend?” she questions as she turns to Sam. “Because he’s in a much better mood when I fuck him.” His back is to her, making us both coffee, and he decides to ignore her.
I don’t.
“First of all, you don’t fuck me. I fuck you.” I walk to her and cage her in between my arms from behind. Putting both hands on our wooden table on either side of her, I bend down to talk right into her ear. “I fuck you real deep in that tight pussy of yours. Or have you forgotten already? I can fix that.”
She hits me in the chest with the back of her head. It doesn’t hurt, though I enjoy that I made her uncomfortable. I pull away and keep going. “Secondly, who said we were having sex.”
“Sounded like more than a prostate check-up if you ask me,” she tells me, a hint of mockery in her voice.
“Did you spy on us to hear me moan, princess? You should have joined. I could have fucked you while he fucked me.”
“That’ll have to be an offer for another day,” Sam cuts us off. “You guys have classes, and I have work to do.”
He puts a small bowl at his feet and taps it with a spoon. The sound is followed by a long mewl as Bella makes her way to her food. She rubs against Sam’s legs and purrs when he strokes her behind her ears.
“Eat,” he tells her before returning to the counter.
“Is that your cat?” Rose asks, watching her eat.
“Does your brain shut down in the morning? Who else’s?” I tell her. She didn’t ask me, but Sam won’t bother answering her anyway.
