“I want you, Em. Please. Now.”
“You’re a virgin, right?” I ask, wanting to be sensitive if it is his first time.
Sam nods.
“Let’s go slow, okay?” I suggest.
Still above me, he reaches down to caress my breast. When his gentle touch skims my nipple, electricity shoots to my core, and I feel myself get wet fast. I whimper, and Sam smiles. Heconfidently palms my other breast, leaning down to take each nipple in his mouth, one at a time.
“Sam...” I moan, unable to say anything else with the strength of the feelings I’m experiencing.
Getting braver, he reaches down farther, finding my soaked center. It's his turn to moan, as he slides a finger up and down my slit. He looks up into my eyes, exploring my pussy. When he finds my clit, I suck in a breath.
“Good?” Sam rasps out.
“So good,” I say breathlessly.
With just a few more rubs, I feel an orgasm bearing down on me already.
It seems like I’ve waited forever for this moment. Secretly fantasizing and hoping it would happen.
With a sexy little growl, Sam positions himself right over me, fisting his length and slotting it to my pussy. He bites his lip as he ever-so-slowly breaches my entrance, pausing once the tip is inside.
The look on his face has me groaning, feeling like I can come again just from the bliss I see.
“More,” I beg.
Sam complies, going deeper inside, inch by delicious inch. Once he bottoms out, he starts to move. I encourage him with words and by thrusting upward to meet him.
Sam moves so beautifully, adoration shining from his eyes. He makes love to me, and I fall so much harder, I have to tell him.
“I love you, Sam. So fucking much.”
“Love. You. Em,” he manages to say, before his movements speed up, and I can tell he’s close.
I feel him swell inside me, which triggers another orgasm. I cry out his name, and he falls over the edge with me, filling me with hot spurts of come.
Breathing hard, Sam flops down beside me, unable to take his eyes off me. I know we should go shower, but right now, I don’t care.
I just want to cuddle with my Golden-Eyed Boy.
Ghost
I'm out for blood. I know Malishka is holed up with 3, probably fucking him. Lucky bastard.
Jealousy is not a good look for me, but I’m so envious I could spit. I do get along with 3. I didn’t anticipate Malishka claiming him as hers, nor the fact that they would have sex.
It's bad enough I have to share my girl with six others, but now another one?
Needing to change my thought process, I let my mind drift to that bastard, Maxim, locked up in the lowest level of this place. My half-brother. What a fucking joke.
My feet carry me to the stairs before I can think about it too hard. I pound down them, going straight for the metal door that will bring me to that rapist piece of shit.
I punch in the code, the door opening. I slip inside and shut it behind me.
I walk straight over to where Maxim is hanging in the shackles still. He looks like shit. Bloody as fuck, missing a thumb and an ear.
He wearily lifts his head, smirking at me. The utter audacity of this fuck!
