Page 72 of Nocturnal Sins
“Yes.” Her lips were so full I couldn’t help myself. I had to suck on them. She granted me access to her mouth and I slid my tongue inside. Moments later, Sammie was on her back and I was busy sliding the crown of my cock up and down her wet slit.
I’d just sank all the way inside of her with a deep and carnal groan when her phone chimed over and over like an annoying fucking bird. I started to reach over and silence it but she said, “Leave it. I need you to fuck me…now.” Who was I to turn down my fiancé?
Her walls were slick and slippery. My dick throbbed with every hard stroke. I loved that I didn’t have to be gentle with Sammie. She was such a good little freak. Every time we made love I molded her a little more. Now she was handcrafted to take my dick like a pro.
“Fuck, Sammie. Your pussy feels so good. You were born to take my cock.” I leaned down to kiss her and ended up swallowing her moans.
“I was born to take your dick, Santana,” she agreed with her green eyes focused on me. “I love the way you make me cum.” Her words were driving me absolutely insane.
Pressure built deep inside of me until I couldn’t hold on anymore. The moon seemed to draw closer and Sammie’s moans reached a fever pitch. Her tight body writhed beneath me while I pressed the soles of her feet against her ears. Once I had her locked in, she couldn’t move anymore…she tried to though.
“Take it, Sammie. Don’t try to run.”
“I’m gonna explode,” she whined. Her pussy gripped me so tight I had to shut my eyes before I exploded along with her and we turned into mist floating through the air. When she came, I came. She pulled every drop from me, and my movements turned jerky inside of her.
“Fuck, I hope I put a baby inside of you,” I sighed with a little laughter clinging to the ends of my words.
“Shit, me too.” She wiped the sweat from my forehead and sat up letting her honey hair fall down her dewy back. I ran my fingers through it and pulled when I got to the ends. She tipped backward and smiled while I kissed her lips. I let her go and she sat up straight to pull herself together.
“Santana…” I didn’t like the way her voice sounded. She sounded scared. She was sitting on the edge of the bed staring down at her phone. In a blink, I was by her side taking the phone from her hands.
When I looked down at the screen, I saw dozens of messages from the same unknown number that texted Sammie last night. My brows drew together to a tight point on my forehead as I read text after text.
UNKNOWN: Sam, where are you?
UNKNOWN: Happy birthday, beautiful.
UNKNOWN: Sam, why aren’t you ever home?
UNKNOWN: Sam. When can we talk?
UNKNOWN: Sam
UNKNOWN: Sam
UNKNOWN: Sam
UNKNOWN: Sam
UNKNOWN: Sam
The texts continued over and over until I put the damn phone to sleep because I was afraid it would turn molten in my hand from the heat of my rage.
“I’m going to find out who the fuck is sending these messages. They’re watching the house and I don’t like that shit. You stay here and don’t move. I’m going to Pop’s.”
“Santana, you’re not going anywhere without me, fuck that.” She was up and pulling on clothes in a blink. Stubborn ass. I pushed wild strands of hair from my forehead and glared at her.
“No. If he doesn’t know where you are then you’re safe here.” My voice was a low growl that dared her to challenge me but this was Samira. Of course she was going to challenge me.
Determination filtered into her olive pools making them seem lighter, like they were glowing. We stood there snared in each other’s gazes but neither of us wanting to falter. “Samira, you’re not going with me. Whoever this is knows where we live…well knows where Pop lives. I have to warn him and you need to stay safe.” Samira eyed me while she whipped her hair into a high ponytail then she took one step toward me.
“I agree with you. Papa needs to know but I’m not safe unless I’m with you. So I’m coming.”
I stared at her for a long while trying to figure out how to get her to listen to me. It was never that easy with Sammie though. She tried me around every corner ever since she was little. “Sammie, if something happens to you…I’d be lost.” I curled my fingers around the back of her neck and brought her mouth to mine as the jagged edges left my voice. “I want you somewhere safe.”
“I told you…I’m safest with you, Santana.” The way she stared up at me made me want to protect her forever with my life. I knew I wasn’t winning that argument so I told her to finish getting dressed then we headed to Pop’s house.
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