him. Still loved him if her declaration in the face of death were true.
Satiny tanned skin, with pale triangles that gave away the shape of the bikini she must wear beside the pool…triangles Sam now traced the way a kindergartner might follow the lines on a drawing, not straying from the lines. Just enjoying. Taking in the firm flesh, the silky skin, feeling her heartbeat accelerate under his fingertips.
Bending, he took one turgid nipple between his teeth, sucked it in. Urged on by her whimpers and breathy little moans, he laved it with his tongue. When she threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him there, he nipped her gently.
“Harder,” she murmured. “I won’t break. Please.” She never wanted him to go slow, not when she was hot. As she always had from the beginning, Marcy wanted immediate gratification.
He liked to play, though, and though she’d whine and beg him to fuck her hard and fast, she always came harder and longer when he’d tortured her into a frenzy of need before giving her his cock. “Be still. If you come for me this way, I’ll reward you with a good, hard fucking.” Not stopping to explore the soft curves and flat planes of her belly, he cupped her baby-soft mound, spreading the hot, wet core of her with his fingers.
Then he remembered the cucumber. Grabbing it, he slid it along her slit, rubbing its blunt end in a circular motion around her anus. Her little whimper told him she liked it, wanted more. Good thing he’d bought the smooth, burpless variety at the store. Very carefully he pressed it against her until she relaxed enough to take an inch, then two.
“Feel good?”
“God yes. Sam, make love to me now.”
He slid the cucumber in another inch, imagining it was his cock invading that tight, tight hole. Every minute he got harder and hotter, watching her anus throbbing against the dark-green vegetable. Lubrication gushed from her cunt and gathered along her slit, wetting his fingers and the swollen, stretched tissue around her anus. “You want my cock here?” Did he have a condom anywhere aboard the Lucky Lady ? He didn’t think so.
“Not there. My pussy. Oh God, yesss . Sam, I’m coming.” The way she whimpered and squirmed had his balls ready to burst. “Please. Don’t make me wait any longer,” she gasped.
He wouldn’t. Withdrawing the cucumber and setting it aside, he knelt between her legs and sank into her hot, wet cunt. “Like this?”
“God yes. Fuck me hard. Make me come. Damn it, make me forget there’s ever been anyone but you. Oh God, Sam. Nobody can fuck me the way you do.”
Nobody else ever had brought out the need in him to conquer, to master. Nobody else had made him bubble over like this on contact, ready to explode. His balls tightened more painfully with every plunge of his cock into her heat, each retreat against the sucking motion of her cunt.
Determined to fuck her hard enough, well enough to make her forget every other man she’d ever had sex with, he clamped down on the urge to come, to claim. Not yet! Not until he made her scream with pleasure.
Maybe if he thought of something else…shit. Trying to recite the periodic table in his head reminded him of the powerful chemistry that flowed between them. Concentrating on human anatomy got no farther than his cock, her cunt, the explosive reaction when the two merged.
Sam gritted his teeth, increased the motion. Marcy’s whimpers spurred him to go faster, fuck her harder. She liked it rough. Always had. She wanted him on the brink of meltdown, herself caught up in the storm of sex.
He’d give it to her. Hard. Fast. His cock slammed against her cervix with every punishing stroke. The bed shook as he pressed her body into the bed and she threw her cunt at him. He had to taste her, mark her as his .
“God yesss ,” she hissed when he sank his teeth into the tender spot where her shoulder met her throat. “ Ohhhhh .”
He tasted blood, soothed her damaged flesh with his
Satiny tanned skin, with pale triangles that gave away the shape of the bikini she must wear beside the pool…triangles Sam now traced the way a kindergartner might follow the lines on a drawing, not straying from the lines. Just enjoying. Taking in the firm flesh, the silky skin, feeling her heartbeat accelerate under his fingertips.
Bending, he took one turgid nipple between his teeth, sucked it in. Urged on by her whimpers and breathy little moans, he laved it with his tongue. When she threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him there, he nipped her gently.
“Harder,” she murmured. “I won’t break. Please.” She never wanted him to go slow, not when she was hot. As she always had from the beginning, Marcy wanted immediate gratification.
He liked to play, though, and though she’d whine and beg him to fuck her hard and fast, she always came harder and longer when he’d tortured her into a frenzy of need before giving her his cock. “Be still. If you come for me this way, I’ll reward you with a good, hard fucking.” Not stopping to explore the soft curves and flat planes of her belly, he cupped her baby-soft mound, spreading the hot, wet core of her with his fingers.
Then he remembered the cucumber. Grabbing it, he slid it along her slit, rubbing its blunt end in a circular motion around her anus. Her little whimper told him she liked it, wanted more. Good thing he’d bought the smooth, burpless variety at the store. Very carefully he pressed it against her until she relaxed enough to take an inch, then two.
“Feel good?”
“God yes. Sam, make love to me now.”
He slid the cucumber in another inch, imagining it was his cock invading that tight, tight hole. Every minute he got harder and hotter, watching her anus throbbing against the dark-green vegetable. Lubrication gushed from her cunt and gathered along her slit, wetting his fingers and the swollen, stretched tissue around her anus. “You want my cock here?” Did he have a condom anywhere aboard the Lucky Lady ? He didn’t think so.
“Not there. My pussy. Oh God, yesss . Sam, I’m coming.” The way she whimpered and squirmed had his balls ready to burst. “Please. Don’t make me wait any longer,” she gasped.
He wouldn’t. Withdrawing the cucumber and setting it aside, he knelt between her legs and sank into her hot, wet cunt. “Like this?”
“God yes. Fuck me hard. Make me come. Damn it, make me forget there’s ever been anyone but you. Oh God, Sam. Nobody can fuck me the way you do.”
Nobody else ever had brought out the need in him to conquer, to master. Nobody else had made him bubble over like this on contact, ready to explode. His balls tightened more painfully with every plunge of his cock into her heat, each retreat against the sucking motion of her cunt.
Determined to fuck her hard enough, well enough to make her forget every other man she’d ever had sex with, he clamped down on the urge to come, to claim. Not yet! Not until he made her scream with pleasure.
Maybe if he thought of something else…shit. Trying to recite the periodic table in his head reminded him of the powerful chemistry that flowed between them. Concentrating on human anatomy got no farther than his cock, her cunt, the explosive reaction when the two merged.
Sam gritted his teeth, increased the motion. Marcy’s whimpers spurred him to go faster, fuck her harder. She liked it rough. Always had. She wanted him on the brink of meltdown, herself caught up in the storm of sex.
He’d give it to her. Hard. Fast. His cock slammed against her cervix with every punishing stroke. The bed shook as he pressed her body into the bed and she threw her cunt at him. He had to taste her, mark her as his .
“God yesss ,” she hissed when he sank his teeth into the tender spot where her shoulder met her throat. “ Ohhhhh .”
He tasted blood, soothed her damaged flesh with his
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