Clover held his cock firmly against her opening, then sank down onto his shaft, relishing the feeling of his girth stretching her, the sweet slide of him into her slick depths.
He moaned his approval and she began to move above him, hesitantly at first but then with more assurance as his gasps and groans told her that he was as lost in pleasure as she was. She ran her hands over his pecs, drew her fingers down over his flat belly and watched his abdominal muscles as the gentle touch of her fingertips tickled him.
Sam reached up and grasped her breasts, kneading the ample flesh. Every time she came down onto his shaft, taking him deep, he gave a little roll of his pelvis that made her quiver and made her pussy squeeze wantonly around his hot, hard length.
Clover began to move faster, rising up over him and throwing her head back, riding him with an increasing intensity as unbearable pleasure started to build inside her. Sam responded with a needful groan and began to buck up from the bed, his hips rising to meet hers again and again, pushing him even harder and deeper inside her. Her head swam as she ran her hands over his sweat-slick chest. He panted with the effort of holding back his orgasm.
“Touch yourself,” he groaned. “God…please…” He clutched her hips, fingers making shallow dimples in the soft white flesh. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her, and his balls were drawn up taut, ready for his release.
Obediently, the throbbing in her clit too intense for her to feel any embarrassment, she worked her hand into the apex of her thighs and rubbed her clit in delicate little circles, a sensual contrast to the deep, rolling in-and-out of Sam’s cock. Almost at once the pleasure-pain of intense orgasm snatched her away, shuddering through her body and making her cry out again and again.
Sam chanted her name over and over, then his words became a wordless shout of triumph as he drove into her and spilled himself in her slick, spasming pussy.
She collapsed on top of him, exhausted and quivering, the rolling aftershocks of her orgasm still running through her.
When Sam’s penis slipped from her minutes later, she braced herself with her arm so she could roll over and take her weight off him, but he wrapped his arms possessively around her.
“No, don’t move. I want you in my arms. It’s where you belong, Clover Jones. With me.” He stroked her hair and she tucked her face against his throat, breathing in the heady scent of his skin and basking in the heat of his body.
If he was really serious about her family of juvenile delinquents moving into his house, she could make love with him every night; fall asleep in his strong arms every night. Her brothers and sisters would be safe. And she would be safe…and loved.
