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I don’t have to be told twice. I push back onto my knees, and Samantha helps me lower her dress to reveal her full tits. I drop to suck one, but she writhes. “Nuh-uh. Lower.”
I push her dress up so it’s bunched around her waist and in the moonlight, I squint at her panties. They’re pale—pink or peach, maybe? And there’s something on the front. “Does that say something?” I ask.
“Get closer and check,” she orders.
I sit back on my heels, spreading my knees wide so her legs lay over them, opening her core to me. Bending down, I inhale her sweet, musky arousal, and from this up-close perspective, I can see that her panties read LICK ME!
I chuckle aloud. “Cute, but you don’t need your panties to speak for you. You have no problem telling me exactly what you want.”
“Touché!” With that, Samantha pulls them aside to reveal her puffy, bare lips. “Then do it.”
Smiling, I touch my lips to... her right inner thigh, kissing and licking and nuzzling. And then her left, getting closer to where she wants me but not giving her what she wants yet. If we had time, I’d start at her fingertips and worship her entire body again, but neither of us has that degree of control after waiting.
Next time, I vow to myself.
Especially when I see that Samantha is taking matters into her own hands and rubbing her clit lazily while I pay attention to her delicious thighs. I groan, “That’s mine.”
Holding her finger out, she says, “Then take it.”
I suck her finger into my mouth, savoring the juices. Once clean, I move to her clit, and she shifts, settling in to let me work. Happily, I do—drinking her down with licks and sucks and sliding two fingers into her slippery pussy to fuck her. It only takes seconds before she’s got her hands in my hair, holding on for dear life as her hips rise to get even closer to my torturous tongue.
“Yes... yes... yes...” Samantha cries into the night.
I look up her body, her breasts shaking as she quivers and her head thrown back. She’s on the edge, and I want her orgasm. She deserves it, especially after opening herself for me by sharing thoughts and feelings she typically keeps locked down. I want her to know that she can trust me with it all—the physical and the emotional. I double my efforts, and she spasms, shattering beneath me and spilling her juices over my hand.
“Goddamn, Samantha,” I groan, stunned at her utter beauty when she completely lets go. But I’m at my limit. Past it, perhaps. I pull my fingers from her, licking them sloppily, and when I sit up to rip my shirt open and undo my belt, I tell her, “Touch yourself. Keep it going. I wanna feel you coming when you’re wrapped around my cock.”
Her fingers return to her pussy, dipping inside to gather cream and then smearing it over her clit. “Like this?” she asks, smirking. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me and is enjoying the hell out of it.
I get my pants and underwear pushed over my ass and take my cock in hand.
“Want me to suck you?” Samantha purrs, and I have to squeeze the head sharply so I don’t come instantly.
I shake my head. “Can’t.”
She seems to understand that it’s not that I don’t want her mouth but that I’m about to come right now after waiting so long. “Then fuck me. I want your big cock inside me, Chance. I need it.”
She’s holding her panties out of the way, her pussy right there, and I don’t think, I fall over her, one hand on either side of her head as I slam inside her, bottoming out deep on the first stroke.
Samantha cries out at the invasion, and I grunt hard. “Too much?” I manage to grit out, praying she doesn’t say yes because I want her like this—powerful, hard, raw.
“Moooore,” she moans instead, and my soul ignites inside me.
I give her what we both want, thrusting into her roughly, my balls slapping against her ass. I feel her gripping me all over, her nails leaving marks on my chest, my arms, my waist as she tries to find somewhere to hold onto as I pound her into the soft turf beneath us.
She’s unlocked a beast inside me I didn’t know existed, and that side of me relishes the freedom of unleashing my primal lust on her. The power of the night, the woman under me, her breasts shaking with each savage thrust, her mouth open as she begs for more, harder, deeper. It’s freedom.
It’s power.
I grab her throat, holding her tight as I pound her mercilessly. “Tell me you love it. That you want me to fuck you on the ground like a dirty slut.”
“I... I love it,” she rasps around my fingers. “I love your cock.”
“Whoownsthis pussy?”
“You do.”
I growl, pumping harder. I squeeze her throat tighter, and she moans, grabbing my wrist when I’m on the edge of going too tight. For half a second, I go past that line before letting up, and we lock eyes. But then hers roll back and flutter shut.
