Page 21 of His Dark Vices

"Here?" he murmurs. "You want me inside you, Bree?" The way his eyebrows raise, how he teases my entrance while looking into my eyes, willing me to answer, hanging on my every breath, it turns me into a puddle. I'm completely at his mercy.

I nod helplessly, but I can tell from the look on his face that it's not enough.

"Tell me, Bree. I need to hear you say it." Sam strokes his dick in front of my entrance, keeping the tip close enough to make me ache. "What a beautiful pussy."

"Please," I whimper, trying to inch toward him.

"Tell me. Tell me what you want, where you want it."

I cover my face, positively aching for him. "My pussy…"

"Look at me and tell me."

I can hear him pumping his dick faster, and I want to see him, watch him stroke his dick while he watches me. I part my fingers to see Sam's expression. He wants this as badly as I do.

He's thick and long, and I want him to make me scream. I can't wait another second.

"I want you to fill my pussy up," I say, dropping my hands to the side and locking eyes with him. My face feels hot, but I'vegiven up on trying to hide my embarrassment. I can't care about anything else.

"Mmhm. That's what I wanted to hear."

Sam tosses his hair back behind his shoulder, exposing his Adam's apple with the motion. My stomach clenches at the gesture. This man is so fucking sexy. I gently squeeze my tits in anticipation as he gets serious, lining himself up with my entrance again and inching in.

His dark eyes are on my face, watching me take him. I can't look away.

Sam sees everything, from how my eyes widen at the size of him until they shut as they roll into the back of my head when he touches that spot deep inside of me. He pulls out, excruciatingly slow, but not all the way, just enough to make me miss him stretching my walls. Then he's pushing himself back in, deep, right where I want him.

I squirm on his dick, grinding on his hard length as he fucks me nice and slow, steadily working me up but never picking up the pace. It's perfect. And his eyes never leave me, not even as his lids grow heavy with lust.

"Sam, oh fuck, Sam!"

I can't stop writhing, and he lets me, keeping his hands firmly on my hips. God, I want him to fuck me fast and hard now, but at the same time, this is pure fucking bliss.

"Fuck me, Sam!" I whisper under my breath, my voice laced with pure desire.

He doesn't speed up. Instead, he starts to rub my clit, making me buck hard.

"Yes, yes, yes!" I chant, working my hips harder, trying to get him inside me faster. "Oh, Sam!"

"Fuck, Bree, you feel amazing," he whispers back, fingers digging into my hips.

With a groan, he curls his body forward. His abs tighten with the effort of his restraint, and my walls tighten around his dick in anticipation. Has he finally had too much? Will he lose control of himself and fuck me like an animal?

He grins and shakes his head, answering the question I hadn't asked.

"No, Bree," he continues in that low voice. "I'm going to keep fucking you just like this. I want you to come for me, just like this."

I slap at the bed with my hands, over and over, unable to release the tension building up in me in any other way. My movements are futile, even the way I buck my hips, trying to get more stimulation. I still only crawl to my orgasm, inch by inch, while Sam sets the pace for me from above, willing me to submit to the way he wants to have me. And even though I see him fighting to keep control, there's an iron will in him that won't break.

Watching him is what pushes me over the edge, watching him watch me.

"Sam—!"

"Come for me, take me with you," he grunts.

I'm bucking as hard and as fast as I can. Sam pants, his deep voice filling my ears and cranking up my pleasure. My nipples are rock hard as he strokes my clit, and my attention sharpens to a narrow focus, of him inside me, touching me, getting closer to his own climax, all the while watching me, drinking in my body.

"Fuckyesfuckyesfuckyes!!" I scream, my body arching off the bed as I come with explosive force.

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