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She loved Slater, too. He was easy to talk to, and he always listened and gave her an honest opinion. Slater hugged her all the time, held her hand, and was always touching her. Brock was her brooding lover. His touches were abrupt and unsure, except when he kissed her, and then he was unbelievable. He always left her breathless and wanting more.

Brock lifted her up, and she clung to him wrapping her legs and arms around him. He walked down the hall to their room. His hands gripped her arse, and he ground her covered pussy against him.

“Let me have just a little bit, angel.” His voice sounded gutted.

Sammy was placed on the end of the bed. Brock’s finger came up, and he stroked the side of her face.

“I would love to know what you’re thinking about right now.”

“You. I’m thinking I want to try just a little bit of y—” Sammy was cut off as Brock’s mouth took hers and his hands ripped her grey top.

Brock’s warms fingertips trailed over her lace-covered breasts, and he gently laid her back on the bed. Her own hands slid under his shirt, and she ran her fingers over his tight, toned chest. His scent surrounded her, inflaming her body as she had learnt happened any time he or Slater were close. His hands moved down her body, and he lifted her up with one hand and ripped her pants off.

His mouth left hers, and she panted for breath as he groaned. “Sammy, I need you. Let me taste you.”

His lips skimmed over her breasts leaving light kisses over her exposed skin. His fingers slid her panties down, and she helped lifting her body up. When his lips reached her pussy, he gently parted her folds and kissed her clit before licking and sucking it in.

“Oh God, that feels so good.” Sammy gripped the sheets in anticipation as he repeated the process over and over. She could feel her body building to release, as his tongue pressed into her core.

“You taste better than I imagined. I want more.” Brock growled against her, causing her body to quiver in anticipation.

Sammy squealed as he ate her up. Brock licked and sucked her clit, and his growls fueled her fire. She craved the release that she could feel just within her reach. Sammy reached down and gripped his hair as she arched up into his mouth. His growls got louder, and the vibrations sent blissful shivers over her body. A think finger slid into her core, and she groaned wanting more.

“More. Please more.”

His finger went in deeper, and his other hand held her open to him as he devoured her. A second finger got added, and together they pumped in and out of her. Sammy reached for her release and screamed out her pleasure as his fingers went in deep and Brock sucked on her clit.

Her body shattered. She let go of his hair and pulled him up. “Come up to me.”

Brock came up and lay beside her.

“No. Not over there. I want you here.” She pointed to her chest. “I want to feel you against me.”

“Please, angel, if I did that, I would make love to you. I’m holding on by a thin thread. We will be late.”

She rolled over and on top of him, looked down, and knew she didn’t want anything else. “Make love to me.” Sammy rubbed her pussy against him. She could feel his rock hard erection through his jeans.

“Fuuuuccckk.” He swapped their positions before she even had time to blink, so she was on the bottom, and then he stood and quick as lighting his shirt and jeans were off. His boxers followed.

Sammy caught a glimpse of bronzed toned skin, before he was on top of her again. “You sure, angel? Slater might get funny. We haven’t made love without him.”

Sammy pulled him down to her, and her mouth captured his and she kissed him to show how sure she was. She ran her hands down his back and rested on his perfect arse, giving it a squeeze.

Brock’s hands caressed her breasts, and his cock rubbed against her. He pulled his mouth from hers.

His cock sank into her inch by inch, and she’d never felt anything like this. It had never been like this with Greg. Sammy stared up at Brock’s fierce face as he eased himself into her. He looked like a dark angel on his last thread of sanity.

Brock pumped faster and faster, like he was crazed and needed to possess her. He rolled them over, so she was on top, and in a guttural voice he moaned, “Ride me. I want to come when you come. I want to see your face as I pour myself into you.

His dirty talk gave her incentive. Sammy picked herself up and slammed herself down on his thick cock. Brock’s hands came up to cup her breasts and skim over the tips of her nipples.

Sammy stared down at his intense look, the planes of Brock’s perfect face straining in concentration. Reaching down she stroked his cheek. “I love you so much.” She leaned down and kissed him.

Brock snarled and pulled her off him. Sammy was scared for a moment she’d said something wrong, but he flipped her over so she was on all fours and he draped himself over her.

“Hold on to something because I’m going to show you you’re mine.” His voice was inhuman.

He lined his dick up to her and slammed home. Sammy’s grunt turned into a moan as he pulled almost all the way out and thrust into her again and again. Sammy had never been taken like this. And the feel of Brock draped over her back, his cock pumping into her, had Sammy so turned on she couldn’t last any longer. Sammy let herself go, pushing back against him and screaming her pleasure as she felt her core squeeze around him.

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