“Go to hell!” I shout, my voice cracking with fury.
He smirks. “I’ve already been. It was a luxury experience. Be a good girl and I’ll take you sometime.”
“Fuck you,” I spit, lifting my chin. “I’m not getting on that bed and you can’t make me.”
His gaze alights on my trembling hand, and his smirk morphs into a full-blown smile.
“Sweet, sweet Zilphia,” he croons, excitement shining in his blue orbs. “You just made my day a whole lot better.”
I suck in a sharp breath as he swoops down on me like an avenging angel, grabbing me under the arms and tossing me onto the bed.
“Are you insane?” I shriek, pushing up on my elbows to glare at him. “Do you see how big my stomach is? You can’t just be throwing me around like a sack of potatoes!”
“Am I insane?” he laughs, latching onto my ankles and pulling me to the edge of the bed. “We both know the answer to that question, don’t we?” He stares into my eyes as he rips my pajama bottoms down my legs and drops them onto the floor. “Tell me, who’s to blame for my lack of sanity?”
“Me…” I breathe, though a response isn’t needed.
He nods, turning me onto my side. “I was chasing heaven but ended up in hell.”
Having that much power over a person can be a blessing and a curse. In my case, it unleashed an all-consuming hate. I never want that much power again.
“You wrecked me, Zilphia,” he continues, positioning his knee just above my ass on the bed while keeping his other foot firmly planted on the floor. “You were supposed to be my salvation, but you turned out to be a Trojan Horse.”
I bite down on my wrist, holding my breath, as his fingers coast over the soaked cotton clinging to my labia. Moments later, I hear the hiss of his zipper, and my panties are pulled to the side. Cool air caresses my heated sex, and a sound I didn’t know I could make escapes my lips.
“Hurry,” I beg, needing him inside me.
“Say my name,” he growls through clenched teeth.
“Sandman. Sandman. Sandman,” I chant, his name an entreaty on my lips.
“No, say my other name.”
“Sam,” I whisper so softly, for a second, I question if I said it. He warned me never to call him by his given name—he wasadamant that Samuel Hendricks died long ago. But maybe he was just buried under Sandman’s hate.
He seizes my hip with strong fingers and slams into my pussy in one spine-rattling thrust. Raw pleasure explodes through my body, dispelling all logical thought and reason from my mind.
“Again!” he orders, pounding into my weeping walls.
“Sammmm!” I scream so loud that my ears ring.
“Again!”
“Sam! Sam! Sam! Sam! Sam!”
I scream his name over and over again, our flesh colliding in a violent symphony, amplified by the slick desire between my thighs. The bed shakes beneath us with each frenzied thrust. I reach back, placing a hand against his hard abs.
“Nah,” he rasps, pushing me further onto the bed while remaining thick and full inside my pussy. He lies down behind me, his chest pressed firmly against my back, and then he’s moving inside me again. “Take all of me.”
“Yes,” I moan as his hungry lips settle over the spot where my shoulder and neck meet. He sucks the sensitive area, every pull of his strong mouth a thunderbolt to my throbbing core. His mouth and dick move in sync, and soon the velvet heat growing between my thighs ignites into a firestorm of smoldering sensations.
“How can it be this good?” he rumbles against my neck, delving his hand into my panties and expertly kneading my clit. “You make me fucking crazy.”
“You don’t think you make me crazy too?” He’s taken over my body, my mind, and my soul. There’s nothing left of me. He consumes every inch of my being but constantly wants more.
He flips me onto my back and kneels between my thighs, yanking my legs over his shoulders. A sharp gasp bursts from my lungs as he fills me up again, hammering into my pussy like a wild animal. Sweat runs in rivulets down his handsome face and drips onto my belly.
“I’m coming,” I pant, my slick walls tightening around his erection.
