“You’re so tight, baby,” he grunted, fingers digging into her thighs. “Are you coming for me, Ana?”
That fucking moan left her again, and he looked down to see her nod her head vigorously, biting her lip. Sam pushed her legs on either side of his body and grabbed her face.
“Words, wicked girl,” he hissed. “I want to hear that pretty fucking voice.”
“I’m coming—Sam—” She moaned, and Sam met her eyes as he loosened the grip on her face and brushed the tear off her cheek.
“There’s my good little whore,” he growled.
Ana’s heart stopped. He felt it stagger in her blood. And then her entire body convulsed.Shattered. Like the name had triggered something in her. She screamed, her head throwing back as she squeezed the sheets.
Her insides throbbing around him stopped every thought in his head. He couldn’t hold himself back. He released inside her, shooting his cum deep as he stilled fully, holding her thighs against his sides, lightning cracking outside.
And when he pulled out of her, he groaned at the sight of her juices on his cock, how pretty and swollen she was. He pumped his cock once more, and whatever was left of his release trickled out and spilled on her cunt, along with some leaking from inside her. He remained knelt between her thighs, watching that blissful state wash over her curving body.
All mine, he thought to himself.
Fuck, this would be fun.
Ana pushed up and pressed her hands to his cheeks, pulling him into a needing kiss that Sam welcomed. He pulled her body flush, arms linking around her waist as she rose to her knees, and as he sat with her straddled over him, he released her lips, and his hand brushed her cheek.
“Wicked girl…” He licked the column of her throat, her hands tightening in her hair. “Do you know how beautifully your heart stops when you come for me?” He licked the line of her collar, the top of her breast.
Her eyes fluttered as she rocked into him. “I don’t,” she whispered. “Show me again. Make me feel it.”
Begging for the stop of heart that only Death could give her.
Sam chuckled into her skin. “So greedy,” he rasped. “But not tonight. I would lick every inch of you if I didn’t have to leave for work,” he told her before pulling back to look at her face. “In time, baby,” he swore.
CHAPTER TWELVE
ANA’S ENTIRE BODY was aflame with the lingering wetness of his tongue, the weight of his touch, and the devotion of his soul to hers. She wanted him inside her again, her cunt throbbing with the thought of his cock filling her. Fuck, she had never been filled like that. Never felt such adrenaline and desire coursing through her veins.
She hated him for how much she might crave him again. And so soon. Even mentioning that he wouldn’t be staying the entire night had her greed riling. He was kissing her throat, squeezing and slapping her ass. She was intent on staying atop his lap until he forced her away.
“Sam…” her voice trickled as she reached between them, her fingers wrapping his length. He groaned into her neck and snatched her head back by her hair. She winced, sucking in a sharp breath as he stilled her.
“No, baby,” he hissed. “I have many more nights ahead with you. More nights that I plan to make you scream loud enough that the dead rise. More nights that I want to watch this beautiful cunt swallow my dick. Maybe…” His eyes darted to the long mirror on the back of her door. “Maybe next time I’ll let you watch. Doesn’t that sound fun?”
Her thighs squeezed at the thought of watching him fuck her senseless, and the bubbling anticipation had her relaxing against him. “Yes,” she managed.
His grip in her hair loosened, allowing her chin to fall, and he was smirking when she met his eyes.
Dangerous approval danced in those brown eyes. He cupped her cheek in a claiming manner. “Good girl,” he smiled, making her chest constrict with those two words. “Will you help me find my clothes and walk me out?”
Ana nearly laughed. “Here I was hoping to see you riding away naked on that bike.”
“Another time.” He slapped her ass again, and Ana rose off the bed to her feet, feeling his cum leaking between her thighs. Just as she bent to pick up his pants, she saw him staring at those thighs, at her hips, at her bare ass. She resisted a smile as she fluffed her curls over to one side and bit her lip.
“What?” she asked.
Sam stood, rounding over her shoulder. “I was just thinking how I can’t wait to have you sit on my face,” he said with a grab of her ass.
She shifted her ass into that grab, loving how he clasped her flesh. “Last breaths,” she teased.
“I fucking hope so.” He leaned down and kissed her cheek hard before taking his pants from her hands.
Ana wrapped herself in a long robe and trailed to the kitchen for a drink while Sam dressed himself, and when he had everything except his coat on, she took his hand and walked him downstairs.
