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know!” she screamed, but he ignored her ire.
“Fine.” He lifted from her body. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them at her sides as he crawled up her body and straddled her chest. He used his thighs to push her breasts together around his cock.
“Suck me,” he said, angry. He wouldn’t give her satisfaction. He wouldn’t ease her pain until she told him. He didn’t want Natalie in his bed. He wanted Samantha, no barriers between them. He may walk away in the end, but he’d be damned if she got what she wanted.
She lifted her head off the bed and sucked the tip of his dick between her lips. She couldn’t reach much more than that unless he moved up. She licked at him. He pumped his body slowly between her breasts. She felt so good. He pressed harder, watching her nipples shudder as he moved. He slid forward a little so that she could take him further into her mouth. With each push, he could feel her tongue dancing over the head of his cock. He groaned, pleasure going through him.
“Yes. Just like that, baby.” He moved harder into her mouth. He let go of one of her hands and reached back to play with her clit. She moaned around his flesh, the sound vibrating over him. She shook beneath him. She sucked his cock harder, her cheeks hollowing out with each pull. He watched her, so amazed by her feel. She was like fire, and he was burning up. He flexed his hips, pushing into her mouth, but it wasn’t enough, not nearly enough.
Joel pulled from her mouth and moved down her body. He lifted her legs until her ankles rested on his shoulders. Without a second’s warning, he pushed his cock into her. She cried out, body tensing. He held still, refusing to give her that last bit of pleasure. She was tight, so tight. He moved in her slowly, not wanting to ignite her too far. She clenched around him, her hands grasping his biceps. She tried to pull him closer, but he didn’t let her. Not now. He needed more than this.
“Tell me,” he demanded, sliding in and out of her one slow inch at a time. She panted as she gripped him, her body tightening.
“Joel, please. I don’t know what you need. Help me.” She looked at him with wide, pleading eyes, and he felt his heart stutter.
Give in. Tell me who you are , he pleaded silently.
“Are you everything you seem?” he asked instead.
“What?”
“Answer the question,” he said, pushing into her harder and then grinding against her mons. She wailed when he stimulated her clit.
“I am who I am. I can’t be anyone else.”
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Who are you?” he asked then.
“I am Natalie, the woman in your bed. The woman who wants you to fuck her with that big cock of yours,” she said finally with a seductive smile, and he felt something in him go cold. He didn’t want Natalie in his bed. He wanted Samantha. He pulled from the pleasure of her body, feeling lost when his cock slid from her.
“So be it,” he spat at her, and didn’t turn around to see what she looked like before he walked out. The only sound he heard was the resounding slam of the door.
Chapter Thirteen
Something had changed between them. Samantha didn’t know what it was, but she could feel it. Joel was kind and attentive, but the camaraderie of the first few nights was gone. As the days passed, he came to her bed every night. Sometimes he just went to sleep. Other nights he took her in his arms and made love to her like a desperate man, but he didn’t speak to her during sex, didn’t command her to do a thing. He just took her with his body, his face blank, his eyes guarded, until he came, and then what she saw there didn’t make sense. She saw pain, so raw she could barely breathe, and then it would be gone as if it were never there.
During the days, she shopped and was pampered. He called in house calls from spas that had her skin softer than she had ever felt it, and beauticians who made her hair look like she needed to be on a magazine cover. She
“Fine.” He lifted from her body. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them at her sides as he crawled up her body and straddled her chest. He used his thighs to push her breasts together around his cock.
“Suck me,” he said, angry. He wouldn’t give her satisfaction. He wouldn’t ease her pain until she told him. He didn’t want Natalie in his bed. He wanted Samantha, no barriers between them. He may walk away in the end, but he’d be damned if she got what she wanted.
She lifted her head off the bed and sucked the tip of his dick between her lips. She couldn’t reach much more than that unless he moved up. She licked at him. He pumped his body slowly between her breasts. She felt so good. He pressed harder, watching her nipples shudder as he moved. He slid forward a little so that she could take him further into her mouth. With each push, he could feel her tongue dancing over the head of his cock. He groaned, pleasure going through him.
“Yes. Just like that, baby.” He moved harder into her mouth. He let go of one of her hands and reached back to play with her clit. She moaned around his flesh, the sound vibrating over him. She shook beneath him. She sucked his cock harder, her cheeks hollowing out with each pull. He watched her, so amazed by her feel. She was like fire, and he was burning up. He flexed his hips, pushing into her mouth, but it wasn’t enough, not nearly enough.
Joel pulled from her mouth and moved down her body. He lifted her legs until her ankles rested on his shoulders. Without a second’s warning, he pushed his cock into her. She cried out, body tensing. He held still, refusing to give her that last bit of pleasure. She was tight, so tight. He moved in her slowly, not wanting to ignite her too far. She clenched around him, her hands grasping his biceps. She tried to pull him closer, but he didn’t let her. Not now. He needed more than this.
“Tell me,” he demanded, sliding in and out of her one slow inch at a time. She panted as she gripped him, her body tightening.
“Joel, please. I don’t know what you need. Help me.” She looked at him with wide, pleading eyes, and he felt his heart stutter.
Give in. Tell me who you are , he pleaded silently.
“Are you everything you seem?” he asked instead.
“What?”
“Answer the question,” he said, pushing into her harder and then grinding against her mons. She wailed when he stimulated her clit.
“I am who I am. I can’t be anyone else.”
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Who are you?” he asked then.
“I am Natalie, the woman in your bed. The woman who wants you to fuck her with that big cock of yours,” she said finally with a seductive smile, and he felt something in him go cold. He didn’t want Natalie in his bed. He wanted Samantha. He pulled from the pleasure of her body, feeling lost when his cock slid from her.
“So be it,” he spat at her, and didn’t turn around to see what she looked like before he walked out. The only sound he heard was the resounding slam of the door.
Chapter Thirteen
Something had changed between them. Samantha didn’t know what it was, but she could feel it. Joel was kind and attentive, but the camaraderie of the first few nights was gone. As the days passed, he came to her bed every night. Sometimes he just went to sleep. Other nights he took her in his arms and made love to her like a desperate man, but he didn’t speak to her during sex, didn’t command her to do a thing. He just took her with his body, his face blank, his eyes guarded, until he came, and then what she saw there didn’t make sense. She saw pain, so raw she could barely breathe, and then it would be gone as if it were never there.
During the days, she shopped and was pampered. He called in house calls from spas that had her skin softer than she had ever felt it, and beauticians who made her hair look like she needed to be on a magazine cover. She
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