Page 64 of Easy Steal

None of this broke his rhythm, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to finishing with every stroke.

Though I tried to be quiet, small moans and squeals still escaped my lips and his hand reached up, cupping over my mouth to quiet me.

He pressed his forehead to mine, a smirk on his face.

“Don’t make another sound,” he said, “you understand me?”

I nodded, eyes wide and he removed his hand from my mouth.

He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer so he could push deeper inside of me. With a smirk on his face, he pulled out, waiting for a few seconds that felt like forever, before ramming back inside.

I let out a low moan.

Sam shook his head, pulling out again, “I said not another sound. Can you do that?”

I nodded, fingers clawing at his waist, needing to feel him again.

He smiled, before pounding against me, giving me what I wanted. I hissed in a breath, and bit down on my lip, trying my best to follow orders.

He did it again, and again, waiting between each thrust and teasing me.

He stroked in again, even harder, and a squeal escaped.

“Uh-uh,” he shook his head. “I gave you an order, baby girl.”

“Come on,” I whined, “please, more.”

He raised an eyebrow, “ask me again.”

“More, I want more,” I was begging now.

He went back to tracing his tip up and down between my legs, shaking his head.

I slapped his hand away, gripping his cock in my hands and working up and down. He closed his eyes, letting out a soft groan.

I pulled him close by the nape of his neck, “please.”

A smirk threatened at his lips.

I knew he was trying to tease me, to annoy me, to keep me on edge, but I also knew that he was having a hard time holding back. I knew that he wanted it as much as I did.

I guided him back towards my entrance, pulling him by the waist closer towards me.

“Fuck it,” he said finally, before pushing back inside me in one hard thrust.

I let out a moan as I finally got what I wanted, and he threw his head forward and closed his eyes.

“Fucking hell,” he said through gritted teeth.

The pace picked up and it was desperate and urgent, each of our hands clawing and pulling each other closer and closer.

“Sam, don’t stop,” I begged.

I was getting close, and I didn’t want the feeling to go away.

I didn’t want him to stop, or slow down, or change anything that he was doing.

“Say my name again,” he said as he nibbled on my ear lobe.

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