Page 36 of Justice for Samara

“Yeah. So beautiful.” No more talking, at least not right that minute. He wanted to see if he could get her to squirm a little before he went any farther. The sensation of her nails scratching his scalp under his hair made him moan against her skin, and he dragged his free hand up her ribs until he could tweak the other nipple. It took a few seconds, but she finally gave a little wiggle, and he knew she was feeling it. Still pinching and pulling just a little, he lifted his head. “Does that feel good?”

“Oh, god, yeah. Oh, Michael…” The words had no more than slipped from her lips when he flexed his pelvis and dragged his cock up her leg. “Oh, god…”

“That’s how bad I want you, Samara. I want you so bad, girl. I’m so fucking hard for you, babe.”

The sheet billowed as she threw it off, giving him a view of that supple, smooth belly. She surprised him by grabbing his free hand and dragging it down her torso. “Oh, god, Michael, touch me. Please touch me? I need it so bad.”

His lips left her nipple and claimed her mouth again as his fingers opened her slit. The second he touched that little bundle of nerves, she cried out, “Oh! Oh, god, Michael, please. Please?”

“What do you want, angel? I swear to god, you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Want me to stroke you?”

“Yes, oh yes. Until I come. Make me come. Please make me come.”

“Tell me if I’m going too fast.” His finger quickened, and he could feel her pelvis rocking.

“Ohhhh. Damn, I need this.”

“Scratching your itch?”

“Yeah, babe. Definitely. Ohhhh,” she moaned again and thrust her pelvis upward. “Damn, Michael, you know what you’re doing.”

“Yeah?” He kissed her cheek, then kissed downward again until he was back at that luscious nipple. “I want you to fly, girl,” he whispered before he sucked it between his lips again. Between his teeth and tongue and the stroking he was giving her clit, she was growing more worked up by the minute. He almost stopped to ask her if she was okay, but he decided not to. The bud between his lips was like velvet, and the pearl in her slit was swollen. He dragged his finger deeper between her lower lips, then used her juices to keep her nub slick.It’s time, he told himself.

As he ramped up his stroking, he was careful to get it just right, watching her belly until it quivered, knowing her core was heating up and blood was pooling below her navel, making everything inside her feel heavy. His nips and sucks grew more insistent, and he trapped her nipple between his teeth, then pulled outward to stretch it. “Oh, god, babe! Oh, please, Michael, I need to come. God, I want you. I want you so damn bad. Please make me come. Please. Oh, god, please.”

Michael propped himself up on his elbow, letting his finger and thumb grip her nipple, and looked down. Every muscle in her belly was tight, and her hips were pumping. Watching his finger moving against her clit, he picked up the pace just a little and tried circling it. That coaxed another cry from her lips. “You’re getting close, angel.”

“No. No, I want you inside me when I come. Please? Please, Michael? Please? Oh, damn. Damn, damn, damn.” That was not what he thought she was going to say.

“You sure you’re ready?”

“Oh, god, yeah. Please.”

It took him a whole two seconds to grab a condom and roll it on, and he crawled between her legs and braced himself over her. “You sure you’re ready? Because you need to understand, I do this, you’re mine. There won’t be any seeing other people. It’ll be us, the two of us. That’s how it has to be.”

“Yes. That’s what I want. Please, Michael? Make me yours.”

There were no three words she could’ve said that would’ve lit a hotter fire in MichaelEdwards’ soul. The head of his hardness pressed against her warmth, and it only took a second for her to relax enough to let him in. Halfway there, he whispered, “You okay?”

“Yeah. This is amazing. Damn, you’re long and hard. I need you all the way in, babe. Please.”

“You got it.” When the tip of his shaft hit the bottom of her channel, he thought he heard angels singing. She was warm and wet and plenty tight enough. He moved until his knees were barely under her ass and told her, “You need to grab the headboard and hang on, precious. I’m lighting you up.”

Looking up the length of her body, Michael was stunned. She was easily the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. There was something about being able to gaze on the underside of her breasts as his balls pressed against her that made him harden painfully. As soon as he was in and still, he started to stroke her nub again, watching her twitch and moan. Every muscle in her channel gripped him tightly, and he wasn’t sure how long he could hold out. She’d had her feet flat on the mattress, her legs bent, but to his surprise, she let her knees fall outward, and she was totally open to him. There was a little rhythm to the way he pressed into her, not stroked, just pushed slightly, just enough that she could feel it, and she shocked him by playing with her own nipples. “That’s it, babe. Enjoy the ride.” He knew he sure was.

She was almost there, he could tell, so he stroked a little faster. “Babe, let go. Just let it take you. It’s okay. I’ll take care of you. You know I will. I want you to grip me hard. That’s it, that’s it. Damn, girl, you?”

Samara let out a shriek. Her back bowed and her whole body jerked as she convulsed forward, her channel pulsing around Michael. He kept going, waiting for her to tell him to stop, but she didn’t. It only took a few seconds before she arched her back, her legs stiffening and shaking as she grabbed the headboard and screamed out her pleasure.

Breasts heaving, she gasped for air as he stopped and stared at the beauty before him. It had been a powerful moment, and he couldn’t remember any woman reacting that way to him before. Thoughts almost paralyzed him until she grabbed his hands and pulled him down to her. “I need you to move inside me, Michael. Please, god, please. I need you to move. I need it, I need it, I need it.”

His hips drew back of their own accord, and he plowed into her with every ounce of passion he felt for her. The guttural sound that came from her throat told him he was right on the money, and he stroked hard, his balls slapping her ass, listening to her cry out, feeling her squeeze his biceps. He felt strong and powerful, giving that woman what she wanted and taking his pleasure from her in return. “Oh. Oh, oh, oh, I’m gonna do it again. Oh, god!” Her pussy gripped him so tightly that he saw stars, and he began to pound her even harder. “Yeah, that’s it. Oh, god, yeah. Oh, Michael, yes. Yes. That’s what I want. Give it to me, baby, please.”

“Girl, I hurt for you. I’m so damn hard… Samara, baby, I need to let go. I wanna last longer, but I need to… Oh, god, yeah. I need to come. I just… Ohhhh. Damn, baby.” His mind spun away and he moved instinctively, the length of his shaft forcing her open and then retreating, over and over. He gripped her breasts with both hands and squeezed hard as he pounded into her, and he felt her muscles ripple again, gripping him tighter and tighter. “Oh, damn. I’m… I’m… Ohhhh, yeah, baby. Oh yeah.” Heat flooded the condom and he knew that was it. He was done but, by god, he’d given her a good ride too.

He stilled inside her and leaned down to kiss her. As soon as her arms wound around his neck, he pressed his full weight on top of her and deepened the kiss. When he finally pulled back, he smiled down at her. “Did I give you what you needed?”

She let out a little huff. “Damn, baby, I’ve never come that many times in mylife. What the hell, boy? You magic or somethin’?”

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