Page 37 of Justice for Samara

“Yeah.” He held up his index finger. “This is the magic right here.”

“That’s not the only magic you’ve got. Shit, I thought you were gonna split me wide open. You feel good in there.”

“And you feel good around me. Wow.” He didn’t really want to pull out of her, but he was exhausted, and he fell to the mattress beside her, then drew her to him. “Oh, god. That was… I don’t have a word.”

“Sexy as hell. That’s what it was. It was sexy. As. Hell. Babe, I ain’t never been fucked like that before. I don’t know who that older woman was, but you were right. She taught you well.”

“I tried to tell you. I may be kinda goofy and inept, but by god, I know my way around a woman’s body, and yours is exceptional.”

“Why, thank you! Yours is amazing too. That dick right there is pretty damn special.”

“Oh, my dick’s special?”

“Yes. It is. The minute you buried that thing in me, mmm-mm-mm-mmmmm. Oh, yeah. My belly’s never felt that heavy before. Damn. I needed that.”

“Good. Glad I could deliver.” Her head rested on his pec, and he stroked her face as he committed every line and shadow to his memory. “You are beautiful, Samara. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

“Now Iknowyou’re lyin’!” she said and laughed.

“No. I’m not. Damn, I wanna be inside you again. That was… You were… Well, fuck.”

“What?”

“I’m getting hard again.”

A soft palm stroked up his length. “Well, you sure are, baby. And I want some-a that.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah. I’ve gotta have it. Give it to me,” she said and rose up to kiss him?hard.

“You want more of my cock, I’ll make that happen. Need a new condom, though. Hang on. Let me get rid of this one.” The old one was rolled off and thrown on the floor. “Just don’t step on that in the night.” That made her laugh as he rolled on the new one.

He’d stroked himself a couple of times when she pressed his shoulders back onto the mattress and climbed on top of him. “I’m gonna ride you. You mind?”

“Oh, no, ma’am. I do not mind. Not one bit. You ride as far and as long as you want.” Michael flattened his hands behind his head, clasped his fingers together, and lay back, watching her rise and fall, watching those beautiful tits bounce with every stroke. He thanked the heavens that he was a man. The woman on top of him with his shaft as far up in her as it would go was a wonder to him. She rode him until she was weak, until she’d come twice, and the third time, he stroked her clit until she screamed and shook, then rolled her to her back and pounded her. She screamed and squeezed his arms, her breasts shaking, those nipples as hard as flint. He finally just gripped her ass, leaned down, and fucked her for all he was worth, listening to her beg him for more the entire time.

“Oh, damn!” he shouted out as he came inside her. “Damn, woman! Your pussy has teeth, I do believe.” Once again, he dropped to the mattress beside her, heaving in air. “Shit, I’m beat. You’ve completely drained me.”

She giggled. “I bet I could get it up again if you?”

“Noooo. I’m not as young as I used to be. You’re gonna have to give me time to work up to this.”

“Lightweight,” she said, and she tweaked one of his nipples as she stood and made her way to the bathroom. “I think I need a shower. Coming?”

Coming indeed. What took place next was the thing fantasies were made of. The hot water beat into his shoulders as he hunched her from behind, listening to her begging him for more. His cock pierced her over and over, and he didn’t know how long he could hold out, but he knew she’d already come. As soon as his release came, he pulled out, grabbed the soap, and washed everything between her legs tenderly, like a parent caring for a child. They stood, their lips locked together, under the hot water. It was like a dream come true.

When they were both dried off, he took her hand and led her back to bed. Her body curled against his and he absentmindedly toyed with one of her nipples, loving the sigh she breathed out. If nothing else, the day had told him one very important thing.

He was exactly where he was supposed to be.

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Samara moldedherself to Michael’s side and let out a deep, leisurely sigh. He was everything she’d ever wanted. He was smart, funny, resourceful, sweet, gentle, self-confident, and considerate. The best word she could find to fit was… gentleman. He treated her like a lady, but not like a helpless, fragile flower, and she loved that.

She could feel him relax, and that let her relax too. Even sleeping, his arms were still locked around her, and she felt safer than she’d felt in… She didn’t want to think about that. It was in the past. Michael was her future, and from where she lay, it looked pretty bright.

He eventually rolled to his back and threw his right arm out to his side, but his left arm was still under her, and she could feel his fingers cup her back. It was time to try to sleep, but she just couldn’t help watching him, so peaceful and relaxed. If anyone had earned a rest, it was him. He’d moved that morning, and when she’d looked around his house, it was obvious that he’d been putting in an enormous amount of work in time that he really didn’t have to spare with their call-outs. It had meant late nights, entire weekends, any time he could find, but he still tried to do it right, and it showed. The house would be beautiful and even more solid when he was finished.

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