Page 99 of So Wild

“I mean it. It’s so fair and cut and lovely.” She gestured for him to come closer. He obliged, and she slid out a hand and caressed his cock, stroking it down the base and cupping his balls. When she bent her head to suck the tip, Scott bit the insides of his cheeks, willing himself not to come. She was touching him as though this was all new, and in a way it was. Last night in her bedroom, they had gone at each other like they were fighting in a melee. This was soft and entirely intimate.

Samantha drew him into her mouth, sucking with a timidity that bordered on shyness. Then she glanced up at him. “You’re so big. I don’t know if I can get it all in.”

“I don’t need that,” he choked. “I just need you to keep going.”

She bent her head and continued to suck as her free hand explored his thighs and ass. When she brushed against his balls, he hissed through his teeth, so close to coming he was in agony.

“Can I try something?”

“Anything.”

Sam stroked a damp finger over his asshole and Scott felt like he’d died and gone to heaven. Her mouth was warm and tight around the head of his cock and as he looked down and watched the girl of his dreams suck him off in her school uniform, he knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer. “Samantha, baby, if you want to do more, if you want to use the condom, we have to stop this.”

She hummed her approval and pulled away from him, lying back down on the couch. Scott took the condom from his pocket and tore it open with trembling fingers. His pulse was so fast he could feel it in his ears and as he rolled the latex down, his hands were shaking.

“Are you nervous?”

He considered lying, but what would be the point? “Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re the most beautiful girl in the world and I want to make you feel good.”

She smiled up at him. “You will. I know you will.”

She tugged off her underwear, and the sight of her gorgeous pussy brought him to his knees in front of her. She let him lick her for what felt like no time at all before tugging at his hair. “No! If you won’t let me do it, you can’t either.”

Scott swore but complied, moving on top of her again. Sam wove her arms around his back and he knew the moment was finally here.

“Ready?”

It would have been easier to close his eyes, but he made himself look at her as he lifted his hips and pressed himself to her entrance. “Ready?”

“Beyond ready.”

Scott slid down and there he was. There they were together. For a moment he simply held himself there, trying to memorise the velvety feel of her around him, but then Sam’s fingers braced at his back, urging him to move. He moved, and as soon as he did he slipped into an ocean of airless, noiseless pleasure. Within seconds, his skin was tingling. He was close but he wasn’t worried he was going to come, the sensation was too intense. Like shoving your finger into a wall socket, like drumming along to Come As You Are and hitting every note perfectly every single time. He drove inside her, the wet from her pussy slicking his thighs, and watched her face. She was so beautiful it made him high, it made him think he’d never feel sadness again.

“Deeper,” she whimpered. “Please, deeper?”

He gripped her thighs and shoved them forward, driving into her like a man possessed. The hot slap of their bodies grew louder. He felt her legs spasm, he knew she was close. “What can I do for you? How can I make you come?”

Sam’s eyes were closed, her hair pooled around her head like a puddle of silk. “Call me names. Say something bad to me.”

Half-mad with pleasure, Scott said the first thing that came to mind. “You like taking my cock, you filthy whore?”

“Yes.Yes.”

“That’s good, because you’ve got it, you’re going to have it for as long as I want to give it to you.”

Sam’s hips were rocking, she was chewing her lower lip hard. “I swear I’m so close.”

“Good.” He gave her upper thigh a sharp slap, delighting in her squeal of pained excitement.

“More,” she said. “Please?”

He spanked her again. “There you go, you dirty girl. Now come. Come on me.”

Despite his command, it took a little while longer. She humped against him with her eyes closed and he was free to watch, to feel her tighten around him. When her nails bit into his shoulder, he knew she was there. He pumped hard, forcing her tightening walls apart and wondered if anything would ever feel as good again. Twenty seconds later, he had his answer—it would only get better.

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