Page 48 of With You

Sam spun on her heel, her chest heaving with each breath, challenge glinting in her eyes. She wanted to fight me, to make me earn my right to touch her again. I’d betrayed her trust and I needed to prove that I was worthy of her, that I wouldn’t hurt her again.

I stepped forward and her hand whipped out, lighting fast, striking me across the cheek with the open-handed slap. My head jerked to the side with the force. When my lips tugged up at the corners, my cheek stung, flaming hot.

My cock pulsed in my jeans, ready to punish her, ready to demand her submission because we both knew it was what she needed, what I needed, too. For her to give herself over and trust that I’d take care of her every step of the way. I turned my head back and watched her lick her lips with anticipation. Then the muscles in her legs tensed like she was going to run from me but I snagged her around the waist before she could take a single step.

Hefting her into my arms, I forced her long legs around my waist. She thrashed in my arms, her hands grabbing and clawing at my hair and skin until I trapped her between the outside of the building and my body, careful to protect her head and the exposed skin of her shoulders from the rough brick with my hands.

“Enough!” I shouted and she stilled. Her pulse raced under the skin of her neck and her breath was coming in loud pants. “Enough,” I said again, softer this time. “Let me give you what you need.”

She jerked her head upward, her body still tense but her desire to fight me stopping. I slid my hand under her ass, fingers drifting over her soaked core. I hooked one digit into the dripping fabric of her thong and pulled it to the side, watching her the whole time for any signs of hesitation.

Sam sighed as I dragged my middle finger over her slick opening and circled her clit, causing her hips to jerk in my arms. “Easy, kitten,” I soothed, slowly inserting that same finger inside of her, then another until she was riding them with the same sensual movements she’d used on the dance floor.

“It’s not enough,” she panted, a crease forming between her closed eyes.

“I know, I know,” I pulled my fingers from her, causing a whimper to leave her throat.

I settled her ass on my thighs, holding up her weight so that I could release the fly on my jeans. My cock sprang forward, propped up by the tension of my briefs which I’d tucked under my balls. I paused, distracted by the glistening pussy in front of me, welcoming me. It was a sight I’d never get tired of.

Her hand drifted into view and she wrapped long fingers around me, pumping my length once, twice and causing my head to drop to my chest with a groan. Then she surprised me again when she angled the head of my cock, rubbing it against her wetness, her hips starting to roll with pleasure. Holy fuck, she was rubbing her sweet little clit with my cock. My balls clenched tight, wanting to come from the erotic sight.

But my girl needed to come and I’d be damned if I let anyone else have the pleasure of doing it, even her. I batted her hand away and I was so hard that my dick bounced against my abs when she let go. Then, I wrapped my hand around it, not nearly as enjoyable as when she did it, and tucked myself inside of her.

“Fuck, yes,” I kept my thrusts shallow, giving Sam time to stretch around me. It had been too long and I wouldn’t risk hurting her.

When I was balls deep, I ground my closed fist into the brick next to her head, the bite of pain helping to keep me from shooting my load inside of her before I was ready. Sam was impatient, though. She started to flex and push, her heels biting into the top of my ass as she lifted herself up and slammed back down on me.

I was gone. My mouth found hers as I fucked her harder than ever before. We’d both be bruised when we were done but damned if either of us cared.

Her nails tore at my forearms, causing me to hiss in pain and pull back only to have her teeth grip my lip, biting down hard enough that I tasted blood when she released it.

The brutality had me fucking her faster, my thumb going to her clit and pushing down hard. No more teasing. I encircled her neck with my other hand, my grip loose enough that she could breathe but firm enough that she could feel it. Reminding her that she was mine, that I was hers, that we could only feel like this together.

When I felt the first pulses of her climax around me, I let go and went over with her. The tingling in the base of my spine my only warning before I came, locking our lower halves in place as we both cried out in the empty alley. My vision went blind and my legs cramped from the exertion of holding our position.

Sam’s legs dropped, her weight suspended only from her pelvis resting against mine. “I’m still mad at you for leaving,” she whispered but her body stayed relaxed.

I pressed my lips against her thundering pulse. “I know, kitten. We need to talk.”

Helping her to her feet, I held her waist when her legs wobbled. There was wetness starting to slide down the inside of her thighs and my dick started getting hard all over again. I wanted to take a picture, make it my fucking desktop background. I’d probably never get any work done but damn this ticked every single possessive box on my kink list. I’d never seen anything sexier than my woman’s thighs covered in my come.

“Don’t even think about it,” Sam chastised. My hand had been halfway to my pocket where I kept my phone.

My eyes bounced to hers and I shrugged, smirking when she rolled her eyes. Neither of us spoke again until we were dressed. Sam shifted uncomfortably in her heels and I took her hand, wanting to get her home where she could take them off and relax while we talked.

“Is your car here? I caught a ride with the girls. I should probably let them know I’m leaving.” She pulled her phone out of the crevice between her pushed up tits and started typing. I shook my head, both impressed and turned on thinking about what else I could put between them.

“Yeah, I drove. Shit, Baz. I forgot that he came with me.” I looked back to the door we’d exited but there wasn’t a handle on the outside. Pulling out my own phone, I called his number and he answered on the first ring, the music from the bar loud in the background.

After I confirmed with him that he’d make sure the rest of the girls got home safely and he still had the keys to my place, I once again grabbed Sam’s hand and led her to my car.

“Baz is here?” Sam asked once we were on the way back home.

“Yeah, Gray finally convinced him to come work for the good guys if you can believe it. We came back this afternoon. Of course, he hasn’t had a chance to unpack yet, seeing as how I had to track your ass down.” I threw a narrow-eyed glance her way but couldn’t help the smile on my face from being near her again.

“Well, maybe you would have known where I was if you hadn’t disappeared off the face of the earth, no phone call, text or even a damn note to tell me where you were going.” She released my hand and crossed her arms firmly over her chest. Though the move was supposed to be defiant, I couldn’t help but admire the way her arms pushed up her tits causing them to threaten to spill over the top of that scrap of gold fabric she called a dress.

“You’re right,” I said, surprising the hell out of her. “I shouldn’t have left without telling you. Although in my defense, we didn’t exactly leave things on good terms the last time we talked.”

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