Sam snaked his hand behind Maddie’s head, pulling her head down roughly to meet his hungry mouth. He devoured her, his silken tongue dancing with hers, demanding and rough. She was positioned on top of him, but still, he mastered her. His hands moved to her temples, spearing his hands into her hair, securing her in place for his possession.
She gyrated against his heavily swollen cock as her hands fisted into his hair, needing him, wanting him inside her so desperately that she moaned into his mouth. She was lost, she knew it…and she didn’t care. Breathing in the scent of him, tasting him, feeling that massive cock against her core turned her wild, insane to have him inside her. Buttons popped on her button-down short sleeved shirt and she whimpered against his tongue as his hands frantically sought her bare breasts, opening the front fastening of her bra and cupping her breasts possessively. She panted as she pulled her mouth from his and shrugged out of the torn shirt and bra, letting them fall haphazardly to the floor. “Please, Sam. I need to feel you inside me.” Rocking backward, she stood in front of him and yanked at the drawstring waist of her cotton capri pants, shedding them with her panties, standing before him completely naked.
Still dressed in his gray suit and tie, he looked like he was ready to go into a business meeting; until she looked at his face, and his bulging erection. He fucked her with his eyes, his gaze so heated and tortured that she knew he was already anticipating the act…and needing it desperately. He jerked at his belt and unzipped his fly, his hot stare never leaving her body. “Ride me,” he grunted demandingly, pulling his engorged cock from his pants.
She looked at his enormous member and then his expensive suit. “It might stain your nice suit,” she said hesitantly, but her pussy was creaming at the thought of covering him right now, exactly as he was, rocking his world when he was dressed like a powerful executive.
“Then it will become my favorite goddamn suit. I’ll get it cleaned and wear it every day, remembering what it felt like to fuck you in it. Come here. Now,” he rumbled, opening his arms to her.
She straddled him and his arms came around her body possessively, his mouth seeking her sensitive nipples before she had even settled on his lap. Her back arched as he bit gently at her nipples with just enough pleasure/pain to drive her insane. Rocking her hips, she slid her clit along his member, moaning at the friction, his cock as hard as steel, allowing her to stimulate herself against him. Hands gliding down her back, Sam cupped her ass, sliding one hand between their bodies from the back, his fingers gliding through her drenched folds.
“Christ! You’re so fucking wet. Hot. For me.” His voice was strained, his control barely leashed.
“I need you,” she whispered, leaning forward to nip the lobe of his ear, feeling his harsh whiskers against her soft skin. His skin abraded hers, adding to the feral wildness that was taking over her body.
Frantically, his fingers invaded her pussy, his breath ragged and hot against her breasts as he stopped laving and nipping at her nipples, inhaling and exhaling as though he was trying to gain control of himself. One hand clutched the cheek of her ass as the other left her saturated folds, and worked to her anus, wetting the star-shaped entrance with her own juices. She gasped as one cream-soaked thumb worked its way into her ass, easing gently into her after breaching her tight external sphincter.
“Ahh…” she groaned, throwing her head back as he eased a little further into her, gently pumping. It didn’t hurt; it was so damn erotic she almost climaxed.
“Fuck!” Sam jerked his thumb from her, his chest heaving. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” he chanted in a husky, confused voice.
“What? What is it?” She jerked back to look at his face.
He was sweating, droplets pouring from his forehead and onto his pristine white shirt, his face pale and haunted. “I’m sorry,” he repeated again. “I don’t do that. I shouldn’t have violated you that way.” He was breathing hard, his whole body tense.
Oh, shit. Obviously Sam didn’t do anal sex…or anal anything because of his past experience. Neither did she, but the sense of fullness had been hot, erotic. He’d been so gentle and careful not to hurt her. “Sam, you didn’t hurt me. It felt good. It was hot.”
“I shouldn’t have done it. I shouldn’t.” He shook his head, perspiration still dripping from his face. “I was just so damned obsessed with being inside you in every way that I forgot.”
Grasping his face, she forced his eyes to meet hers. “It was erotic. I loved feeling you inside me. I’m not ready for anal sex, but you nearly made me come. You were gentle. You. Did. Not. Hurt. Me.” She stared at him with adoring eyes.