Page 55 of In a Pinch

He turns his head to me. “Damn, that long, huh?” He raises his eyebrows and cocks his head.

“Until recently, I had sworn off men.” His question makes me think about girls he’s been with, and I feel a slight burning jealousy that anyone else on earth has ever had the privilege to see him like this. This version of Sam, I want all to myself.

He turns and smirks at me. I just know he is going to love being the man to bring my pussy back from the dead.

“Happy to bring back the faith.”

His words stick with me more than I want to let on. Because he has. Slowly, he weaseled himself from someone I wanted to throat chop to someone I want to talk to on my bad days. It changed in such a manner that I didn’t notice it was happening until it was too late. Being that I’m laying naked on my back, I’d say we’ve gone too far to go back now. And the surprising part is, I don’t want to. I’m feeling no urge to flee. The exact opposite, actually. I want him closer.

He grants my wish and makes his way to the bed. Condom and— Oh, lord. My vibrator. If he fucks like he uses his hands, I might not need that.

“Whatcha got there?” My voice sounds more nervous than I intend, but seeing my single player toy getting turned into a multiplayer option needs some explanation.

“Oh, just a little something that might make this a little more fun for the both of us.” He turns it on and the sound of buzzing fills the air. Between that and my racing heart, I can barely hear a thing.

He wraps his arm around me and inches us farther up the bed. His tattooed arms box in my upper body. My hands find his ribs and run across his back.

He rolls the condom on before looking back at me. “Are you sure you want to do this?” He eyes me, more serious than I’ve ever seen him, and I know without a doubt that I’m in too deepto turn back now. I think we both know that if we take it there, we will never be the same.

“I’ve never been more sure in my li—” My words are cut off by his lips meeting mine.

His mouth moves over mine in a whispered confession. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted something quite as bad as I want you.”

He lines himself up with me and glides his way in. Taking in a sharp breath, I adjust to the size of him. He fills me up just to the point that I swear I couldn’t take anymore.

Our lips part and his eyes meet mine. The fire behind them sets me ablaze. Whatever this is between us is purely electric. My hands find his back again, wanting to hold him closer.

“I knew you would feel like this—heaven wrapped around my cock.”

This is some next level dick. Words fail me, and everything coming from my lips is incoherent mumbles and pleas. He adjusts his hips in a way that has him hitting a sweet spot. My body immediately reacts, arching my back and hips to be closer and to meet him faster. Thrust for thrust. My breathing becomes short pants, and I feel the ecstasy fill my body.

“Oh my—”

“Fuck, yes. Come for me, baby.” And I do. It feels never-ending.

I half expected Sam to follow, but as I come down from the high, I notice he didn’t and is as eager as ever.

He grabs my legs and drapes them over his shoulders. His thumb gently rubs the inside of my ankles. Even in the heat, the movement feels soft and tender.

My words come out in short, gasping pants. “Sam, I don’t think I can go anymore.”

“Yes, you can. Give me one more.” He nods his head, his eyes grazing down my body.

I hear the soft buzz grow closer and know exactly where this is going. I can’t tell if I’m feeling nervous or excited. This is a first for me, I am not going to lie. By midtwenties, I kind of felt like I’d all be out of firsts. But along comes Sam, ruining all of my predisposed thoughts.

“Can you give me a hand here?” His hand pulls mine up to take his place. “Play with yourself, while I fuck this sweet, little pussy.” Words fail me, so I just shake my head yes instead. His filthy words send little zings down my core. I can feel myself getting wetter just at the sound of his voice. He knows how to fuck, that is for sure.

The vibrator finds its perfect spot, instantly sending tingles down my legs and up my spine.

“Holy shit, Sam. This feels so fucking good.” He lets out a feral moan, which is almost as hot as his words. His grip tightens on my calves as he pounds deeper and deeper into me. “Shit, Sam, I think I am going to come.”

His features are laced with concentration, and a bead of sweat builds on his furrowed brow. “Come for me.”

And I do. Hard. So fucking hard.

A grunt escapes him and his movements still. My legs fall back to a normal position. Sam slouches over, propping up on his elbows and perfectly covering my body as a cheeky smile lights up his face.

There are no words for how good that just was. He must know it, too. He fills the silence by kissing me. Soft and sweet. The exact opposite of what just transpired. Which, ironically, describes him well. Two different sides somehow making up this mysterious person.

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