Fuck, she feels good.
Too good.
My balls feel heavy, and my dick’s rock hard. Once I start, I won’t be able to stop. It already feels too good, and all I’ve done is fill her greedy pussy.
“Sam,” she moans, forgetting herself.
I tut and smile darkly, but she lifts her chin in defiance, a flare of challenge in her eyes.
“Oh, Patience, what have you done?” I taunt.
And then I fuck her, sliding in and out of her slowly at first. Her body is tight, and getting tighter with each stroke of my cock. She gasps with every thrust of my hips, and I grab her right leg and pull it up to my shoulder so I can move deeper. She throws her head back and calls out as I roll my hips, then thrust inside.
Fuck.
Fucking fuck.
Fucking motherfucking fuck.
I can’t take my eyes off her; the way she drags a hand down her flushed face, or the way her dark lashes flutter against her cheeks, or the way she opens her mouth and lets out an indecipherable whimper with each slam of my cock.
The bed thumps against the wall as I drive into her pussy over and over. She suddenly looks up at me, her eyes wide as her cunt tightens.
“Sam!” she calls out, her eyes on mine.
In the next second, I feel her coming around me, her body throbbing and trembling. Her hands clutch at me, and I bring my mouth down to her, rolling my tongue along hers as she cries out my name like I’m her God and she’s praying at my alter.
I find my own release seconds later, grunting as I slam into her, draining my cock of every drop of cum. I’m riding a wave of pure euphoria as my climax rolls through me, every nerve igniting and coming alive as we cling to one another.
I stare down at her, brushing the hair gently back as I try to memorize her face like this; flushed cheeks and bright eyes. Because in this moment, I’ve never seen anything or anyone as beautiful.
“This suits you,” I say, and she frowns in confusion. “The freshly fucked look—it’s good on you.” I smirk.
She grins back.
Thank fuck she didn’t slap me again.
Morning light begins to filter in through Patience’s bedroom window, and she stirs, her warm body moving closer to me. She’s even beautiful when she’s sleeping. I stroke some loose strands of hair back from her face, the ink black locks soft under my rough fingers.
I don’t remember falling asleep, but at some point after fucking for the second or third time, we passed out in a tumble of exhausted limbs and satisfied bodies.
And therein lies the problem.
I’ve never stayed over at a girl’s house. Fuck, I barely sleep in my own bed, so sleeping in someone else’s was never going to happen. Until last night. Until Patience.
I’ve been awake for hours now, the better man trying to break out of me not wanting to wake her. She’s wrapped around me, one long leg draped over mine, an arm across my muscular chest, and her breasts pushed up against me. I’ve thought about waking her to take her body again, but then the problem of not wanting to disturb her sleep is still there.
I sigh, my fingers trailing lazy patterns down her arm.
What the fuck is happening to me?
Where’s the rage? The anger that burned inside like a fucking dragon waiting to breathe fire upon everything I touched? I feel…calm. No, not quite calm, but my muscles that normally twitch and ache to fuck or break things are…settled, relaxed.
I sigh again and stare up at her bedroom ceiling.
“You’re such a loud thinker,” she mumbles, and I look down at her with a scowl.
“Excuse me?”
