“Jesus, you’re going to make me come so quick.”
I knew Sam wouldn’t actually. But that was the fucking goal. For how good he made me feel? For how fucking aroused I felt?
For what we could now be after days, weeks of dancing around the subject, refusing to let it be anything more?
Hell yeah. It wasn’t like this was the last time we’d make the other orgasm. If anything, it was the first of many, many, many more to fucking come.
Heh. Fucking come.
I went at him like this for a good minute before Sam finally leaned forward, grabbed me under the armpits, and lifted me up and further down the bed.
“You keep sucking cock like that and I’m not going to get the chance to go inside you,” he growled. “And it would be a damn pity if we didn’t get to have a mutually enjoyable experience.”
Who was I to say no to that?
The only difference, I noticed, was that Sam didn’t reach for a condom this time.
And you know what? I preferred it that way. I wanted to feel him raw. And while I did eventually want kids someday, I also knew it wasn’t the most fertile time of month for me either. If anything happened, I trusted Sam.
I really did.
“Just think,” Sam said as his cock brushed the outside of my clit. “We could literally do this all day at some point.”
“Oh yeah?”
“You’re now unemployed; I’m my own boss…perhaps I could employ you to be mine.”
“You don’t need to do that,” I said. “I’m yours already.”
“Damn right,” he said. “And no one else is ever going to have you, Hailey Cook. No one will take you. Because you’re all mine.”
Oh, fuck, that was hotter than—
He went inside me, filling me. The lack of rubber in between…oh my fucking God!
He thrust probably no more than a dozen, maybe two dozen times before I reached orgasmagain.And since Sam certainly wasn’t stopping, it prolonged the orgasm, making it easily far longer lasting than the previous one.
At that point, everything that transpired was focused around one goal and one goal only—making Sam Briggs come. I wanted to feel his hot seed fill me. I wanted to feel his cock twitch inside me. I wanted to see his face, hear his groans, feel his body tighten around me at the moment of truth.
So I did everything I could to make him finish, time spent inside me be damned. I thrust my hips into him. I contracted around him, tightening the sensation. I kissed him on the lower neck, the spot that seemed to most get him going. I mounted him and rode him, his favorite spot so he could see my breasts and everything at once.
And while it took longer than I thought it would—as if that was a bad thing; it wasn’t like I stopped feeling good just because I’d come twice—when it finally started to happen, it was even better than I anticipated.
Maybe it was because we were raw, but Sam sounded much more animated and louder than when he wore a rubber. It made me focus even more on what he was doing to me. My hips coiled and thrusted over his, and he pulled me over, my breasts smothering into his chest.
I felt his cock swell. It was…right…fucking…
There!
“Fuck!” Sam groaned in a voice much sharper and firmer than his normal one somehow.
I felt it twitch inside and shoot its warmth into me. Oh, fuck, yes. If this led to anything down the line, so fucking be it, it was so damn worth it.
Sam had a fucking massive load; his orgasm lasted a good several seconds longer than I would have anticipated, though, again, not like I was complaining. When Sam finally did finish, I leaned forward, kissed him gently, and let his body collapse into the bed before I stood up. I quickly headed to the bathroom to clean up, returned, and curled up on him.
“If that’s the kind of thing you can promise all day, then I will never get another job again,” I said with a laugh.
“Forget all day. How about forever.”
