Page 61 of Liberate Us (Next Generation 8)

A breathless giggle left me. “Stroke your beautiful cock, Sam.”

A thump sounded against the door, and I could only assume that he was leaning against it.

“Are you hard?” I asked him, slipping two fingers into my body.

“Yes.” He groaned. “Are you wet?”

“Yes. So damn wet.” I cupped a breast with my free hand, pinching the nipple between my thumb and finger. “Stroke yourself hard.”

“I am.” Another groan left him.

My hand picked up speed, pumping my fingers in and out of my body. The fact that there was only the door between us and we were both touching ourselves ignited this newfound desire for him. Riding my hand, a low moan left me.

“Rub that tasty as fuck cream all over your pussy and stomach, pet. I want to lick it off of you.”

I shivered at his command. Pulling my fingers from my body, I wiped them over my lower abdomen. Repeating the movement, I did as he said and ran the cream that leaked from me over my stomach, inner thighs, and pussy. All because of the man standing on the other side of the door.

“You finished?” he gritted out.

“I…I think so.” My chest rose and fell with ragged breaths.

“Good, now open the fucking door.”

“No.” I shoved two fingers back into my body, a low whine leaving me.

“Don’t you dare come,” he barked.

“You can’t tell me what to do,” I panted. “Not right now.”

“No? Are you sure about that?” His voice took on a deadly tone and I knew that once I unlocked the door, I was in for it.

I had never felt pleasure like this from my own hand. Sure, I knew how to get myself off but the fact that I was doing this, and that Sammy could hear, turned me on even more. It was like exhibitionism in a way, but it wasn’t around a stranger.

“Amber, unlock thefuckingdoor,” he demanded, his voice rising.

Thatwas what I wanted. This whole time. I wanted him unravelled, begging, pleading for me. I wanted the passion to be so damn intense that it snapped, breaking between us until we could do the only thing that would make us feel better.

Fuck.

With my fingers still in my body, I turned and unlocked the door, quickly stepping back.

Sammy slammed the door open.

My eyes widened at the sight before me. He was completely naked with his hand wrapped around his thick cock. I had never seen him so hard, so unhinged before. His muscles were tight over his bones. His eyes dark. His forehead was creased with a hard frown.

“On your knees,” he demanded. “Now.”

I dropped before I could stop myself. It was like he had control over that submissive part of me and the rest of me couldn’t do anything but go along with it.

He took a step forward. “Keep fingering yourself but if you come, I won’t fuck you.”

I whimpered.

Sammy cupped my face, the move had been so gentle, nothing like the man who was about to shove his cock down my throat. In a rough move, he gripped my hair, ripping my head back. The move had forced my mouth open and before I could even take a breath, he shoved all of his inches down the back of my throat.

I gagged around him, my lips burning at being stretched wide. My eyes welled, tears rolling down my cheeks.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful when you cry.” He grabbed onto my head with both hands, fucking his cock hard between my lips.

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