Page 24 of Mark my Words

“Fuck me harder,” I whispered, and he nodded, his fingers digging into my waist. I could tell something was still holding him back, so I ensured he knew I was serious. “Now, Sam. Hard.”

His control snapped as he pulled me toward him, setting a punishing rhythm of thrusts that had me gripping his sheets for dear life, my knuckles turning white, and my arms burning with the exertion of holding myself up. Sam was a giver, and I took every fucking inch of it as he wound me up again, using my hips as leverage.

“Oh...” I moaned as I felt myself start to get close again, the angle he was holding me at hitting just the right place. “Right there...” I panted and almost laughed aloud at the satisfied smirk that pulled at his lips as he continued to work me over. Sam knew he was good at this, and I hated him a little for making me react so intensely to his touch.

“I don’t know. Maybe I should slow down,” he teased, pulling out and sliding back in slowly, grinding his hips against me in a way that sent tingles down my spine.

God, he was good at this. Cocky bastard.

“Don’t you dare,” I growled as I tightened my legs around him and began bucking my hips into his movements. I was so close. He wasn’t stopping now.

“I thought I was supposed to be bending you over the bed?” he laughed as he slowed down again, teasing me with the head of his cock. He was trouble, but I loved it. Goddammit, was one night going to be enough with him?

“Make me come first, and you can do whatever you want...” I moaned, my eyes closing as he picked up the pace again.

“I’ll hold you to that,” he panted, thrusting into me repeatedly, the pleasure worth the fingertip-shaped bruises I knew I’d have on my hips tomorrow.

“Shut up and fuck me,” I moaned as I arched my back, feeling the sheets pop from the corner of the bed as I gripped them for dear life and held on as I felt myself start to fall over the edge again. A loud groan tore out of Sam as I pulsed around him, adding to the intense satisfaction.

It took me a few moments to return to earth, opening my eyes to see Sam clasping my hips, eyes wide as he throbbed inside me, still hard. Holy shit, he had stamina. “That was fucking hot. The way you...” He was panting, holding back as he watched me. It almost seemed he got as much enjoyment from watching me come as I had doing it.

I was reasonably sure I blushed as I bit my lip, returning his intense stare. Now was when I usually ran, hopped into an Uber, and fled back to the safety of my apartment, but he hadn’t come yet, and I wanted him to use me as he’d promised in that bar.

Pressing my hand on his chest, I urged him to step back as my legs fell limp to the edge of the bed. Summoning all the strength I had left, I rolled over and shook my ass as he stood there staring at it.

“Come on, don’t get shy on me now, Sam. You have a promise to fulfill.”

That seemed to snap him out of it as he stepped forward, using his foot to spread my legs a little wider and stepping in toward me, teasing me with the head of his dick before he pushed back inside, groaning loudly. “Fuck, you’re still so tight.”

I grasped the loose fabric above my head, pushing onto my toes as he thrust inside me hard, using one hand on my hip for leverage as he held my ass firmly in his other hand.

“Do it,” I taunted as I looked over my shoulder at him, using my hands as leverage to push my shoulders up from the mattress.

He squinted as his pace slowed, his eyes flashing to mine as realization crossed his features. “Shit,” he groaned as he drew his hand back and swung it forward, a loud smack joining the sounds of him fucking me. I moaned as I watched his chest heaving, his eyes riveted to where I knew his hand had left a mark.

“Fuck, that looks...” he groaned, closing his eyes and tilting his head back. Both hands held my waist as he picked up his rhythm again, forcing my hips into the mattress with every thrust. “I’m...uh...fuck...”

“Come,” I moaned, my forehead falling to the fabric in front of me, my thighs burning with the effort to hold myself up as he used me for his pleasure.

“Fuck. Kristine,” he groaned as he held me flush with him. “Gonna come so hard inside you. And you’re going to take it.” I felt him pulse inside me seconds later. He kept me there for a moment before he leaned over my back, his lips kissing my shoulder blade as he pulled out.

It was hard to catch my breath as I lay there and realized that maybe I didn’t know who Sam was at all. He seemed like he’d been almost embarrassed when we were reading through all those scenes, but tonight he’d shown me a completely different side of himself. Not knowing how to manage this, I closed my eyes, enjoying his weight on my back and the soft kisses he lazily placed across my shoulders.

“I, uh...” I cleared my throat as I felt the bed shift, and Sam sat along the edge of the mattress next to me. He placed his warm palm in the center of my back and softly rubbed circles as I tried to form a coherent sentence. “Um. I can go home now if...”

Sam shook his head as he leaned toward me, grasping my shoulders as he pulled me up to sit next to him, his arms closing around me as he kissed my forehead. “It’s late. You don’t need to run away. Stay.”

I started to shake my head, but he stopped me, cupping my cheek softly and leaning in to kiss me lightly. “Stay, Kristine. I promise not to make this into something it’s not.”

“I...”

“Stop thinking so much. I’m offering a warm bed and maybe breakfast if you play your cards right in the morning, but I’m not looking for a relationship either.”

I don’t know what about that statement made me feel a little disappointed, but he was right, it was late, and it would be nice to curl up with him in this big bed and pretend that tonight meant something more than it did. Before we’d worked together, this was the last thing that I wanted, to depend on someone. But now he was in my head, and I was beyond confused after that performance.

“But...”

“And I wouldn’t be opposed to you waking me up in the middle of the night for a repeat performance,” he teased, tilting my chin with his finger and kissing me. “But you’re in charge next time.”

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