He was not ready for this.
Vanessa used to joke about that all the time. About how Sam
and she could never be a thing. He was too good and wholesome.
How could he ever handle a girl like her? Hell, maybe she hadn’t been
joking. And every time, the boy just agreed with her.
Because she had no fucking idea. It wasn’t that he was afraid
of the more experienced woman —
— He was afraid he wouldn’t be able to control himself.
“I told you to stop,” he stated quietly, breathing the cool words against
the curve of her ear as his teeth scraped against blushing skin. His body
was smooth granite against her own — solid and unmovable, his growing
erection rock hard as it pressed into Nessa’s inner thigh.
(I want to make you mine.)
She arches her back and lightning strikes again, Sam’s fingers
gripping to the point of bruising as he feels Nessa grind against
him. Fuck, he’d always known she was attractive. Hot. But
it was another thing to feel her nipples scraping over his chest
and her leg trying to draw him closer….
A flash of movement and Nessa was facing the wall like he
was putting her ass in time out. In his mind, the man saw himself
whispering sweet nothings and handling her with a sort of loving
reverence.
But instead of tender affirmations, the air filled with the sound
of ripping fabric —those yoga pants stood zero fucking chance against
his abilities. Every shred in the material revealed more of that perfect, heart shaped ass, Sam kissing and nipping and licking every fucking inch of tanned
skin.
“God. Fuck. I cant wait
to taste you on my tongue.”
A single flick against her slit, a moan rumbling in the back of his throat.
she could feel him against her leg and it just
makes her gush way more than it should into
her panties, whining at the feeling of his teeth
on her lobe and wanting so badly to reach
down to touch his length fully with her fingertips.
AND HIS VOICE, reverberating through her core as
her body molds up further into his yelling him to take
what’s always, always, already been his.
the pounding in her ears as he turns her distracts
her as the anticipation boils within her, trying to grip
at the walls as her hips push back immediately and
without hesitation, as if they've done this before for
him (they have). him ripping her yoga pants makes
her keen out as she whines and bites her lip softly.
"sam," she chokes out when suddenly she feels
his tongue on her skin and a everything else in the
world doesn't matter. just him and his tongue.
"sammyyy," she moans, spreading her legs and
whimpering out for him. his mouth, his perfect
mouth, his perfect him (her other half, her constant,
her rock) makes contact with her skin finally and
she melts for him, knees going weak already as
she twitches back to him with a soft yelp.
no no no n-no she wants more, needs more.
"please please," she moans out loudly,
jerking her hips back without meaning
to as she peeks back with hazy eyes.
"what the fuck i need more, please, dammit..."
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