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Fuck me. I will never get enough of her.
Over and over, Sam sends her body back to accept mine. My left hand grabs her tit. Shoving her bra out of the way, I grip her hard enough to leave bruises. My right hand locks in her hair, tugging her back harder than before. Her scalp must be screaming.
She wants pain, I’ll give her pain.
Wetness builds between her legs, and her pussy ripples as she nears the edge quickly. Pinching her nipple, I twist and pull, ripping the orgasm from her.
She’s loud and frantic as she comes, coating my cock with her juices.
I push through her tensing muscles, giving no reprieve.
Sam cries out again as her cunt contracts once more.
Over and over, I fuck her as hard as I can. Each cry of pain is followed by an orgasm bigger than the last. The headboard knocks against the wall with the force that I thrust.
Finally, her continued denials turn to begging.
“Please, please.”
“Give me one more,” I order.
Releasing her chest, I bring my hand down on her ass. Every time I pull out, my hand rains down in the space between us.
The ache in my hand adds to the ache in my balls. I need to come. I need to fill her. Remind her who I am. What we are.
Roaring, I grip both of her shoulders and yank her back onto my hips. Thrusting and pulling with everything I have.
I know it hurts her. My own hips feel sore, but I know it’s the right thing to do when she screams in pleasure.
Her orgasm shakes her entire body. Our juices mix and flow out of her, and she gushes with every pump.
Together, we’re left breathless. My shaking legs are barely able to hold me as I climb off the bed.
“I get why you like sleeping in here. The bed’s comfy.” I wink, buckling my pants.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Samantha
My face pales. “What are we doing?” I ask, climbing off the bed. I close my eyes when I feel cum rush out of me. It drips down my thighs, and the feel of him leaving me as my body cools is a slap in the face.
“Us.” He smooths my hair back. “We’re just being us.”
My tears win, spilling over my lashes.
“Are we really going to rip our family apart for something we can’t even say aloud?”
Kaleb rears back as if I slapped him.
“I’m not ashamed of us, Sam. I told you before that I was done fighting this, and now so are you. This is happening, Samantha. If you need me to make that decision for you, if your morals won’t allow you to accept us, then fine, I’ll do that. I’ll be that force for you,” he tells me with a small nod. His hands reach up and cradle my face. “You and I are happening.” His thumb wipes away a tear on my cheek. “I’m going to fuck you.” His nose nudges mine. “I’m going to provide for you.” He kisses my right cheek. “I’m going to punish you.” He kisses my left cheek. “I’mgoing to love you,” he whispers, his lips brushing mine. “And when you’re ready, I’m going to marry you.”
“We shouldn’t.” I shake my head. “We can’t.”
We stand there together in the middle of our parents’ bedroom, our lips barely touching, the smell of sex pungent.
“I love you, Samantha Cromwell,” Kaleb declares. Gray eyes pierce into mine. “And you,” he breathes, “you’re going to let me. I’m not asking if that’s what you need, but I’d rather you choose.”
I cry as he pulls me closer.
