Page 68 of The Love You Fight For
“You taste so good, baby. Your pussy is my new favorite thing to eat. I want you for every fucking meal.”
I thrust my fingers into her, curving them to stroke her, and her body starts to bow.
“I’m going to come,” she gasps out, and then she does, throwing her head back and arching against me until her legs start to shake.
Slowly, I remove her leg from my shoulder and set her foot on the ground, then I stand up and kiss her pouty lips. Her hands stay on me, twining up my shoulders and around my neck, and she kisses me back feverishly. Hungrily.
“I need you inside me,” she says between kisses, “but I don’t know if my legs will work yet.”
I chuckle against her mouth, then grip her ass and lift her.
She wraps her legs around me on instinct, and the feel of her hot, wet pussy rubbing on my hard dick is enough to make me see stars. I turn off the water and we both gasp at the rush of cold air. I walk us out of the shower and Sam rests her head on my shoulder, kissing my neck and cheek softly. I wrap the towel around her back, then carry her into the cabin, stopping to grab the condoms I’d stashed in my duffle before taking her back to her room.
“Down,” I whisper, and she releases me so I can set her back on her feet.
I toss the condoms on the bed, then take the towel from around her shoulders and dry her off, and she smirks at me as I work the water out of her hair.
“I could get used to this kind of treatment,” she teases.
I hold her gaze as I reply, “You could.”
The smile falls from her face and her brow furrows, but I don’t say anything else. I just hold her eyes and continue to towel her off, and we don’t speak again until we’re both dry enough that we won’t soak the sheets on her bed. I drop the towel on the floor and take a step back before nodding at the bed.
“Lie down, baby.”
She does, sitting first on the mattress, then scooting back until she can lay her head on the pillows. God, she’s fucking beautiful. My cock aches with the need to be inside her. To feel her come again around me.
“Bring your knees up and open your legs for me,” I say as I stroke myself. “Nice and wide, princess. Give me a good view of that greedy little cunt.”
She does what I tell her to, and fuck me, she’s swollen and glistening. Perfectly pink and waiting prettily for me.
“Do you like what you see?” Sam asks, and I flick my eyes to her face in time to see her smirk at me. “Do you like knowing that I’m wet for you?”
God, her mouth. I nod, and then my eyes widen as she snakesher hand down her body and cups herself, rubbing slowly on her clit before dipping her fingertips into her pussy.
“Greedy, greedy girl.”
I stalk toward the bed and kneel between her spread legs, wrapping my hand around her wrist and bringing her fingers to my lips. I suck her index and middle fingers into my mouth, swirling my tongue around them, tasting her arousal, and licking her clean. I set her hand gently on the bed and lower my face to her pussy. I lick her once more, then grab a condom, tear open the foil, and roll it down my aching dick.
When I glance back at Sam, she’s propped up on her elbows with her pupils blown wide, and her need for me is unmistakable. Without taking my eyes off her face, I grab my dick and slap her clit with it. She gasps, so I do it again, slapping the head of my cock against her clit before moving down to pulse at her entrance. As soon as my cock makes contact, her hips thrust, trying to force me in. I chuckle. I fucking love how eager—how unapologetically needy—this woman is for my cock.
In one smooth, steady motion, I push into her until I’m fully seated, and we both let out low moans of pleasure. She feels perfect. She sounds perfect. Sheisperfect.
“Holy fuck,” she says, her pussy fluttering around my cock. “Is that your piercing?” She moves her hips in a circular motion, then groans. “Oh my god. It feels amazing.”
I stay still as she moves on me, pulsing her hips and swirling them while she explores my dick. I want to tell her it feels even better without a condom, but I keep my mouth shut. I let her move until I can’t handle it anymore, and then I take over.
“My turn.”
I pull out slowly, then slide back in a few times before picking up pace, her breasts swaying with every thrust, and she bites her lip to stifle her moans. When I lower my body to cover hers, bracing myself on my forearms and grinding my pelvis against hers, she opens her mouth with a gasp, and I swallow it, taking her lips once more. Our tongues tangle, breaths mingling as we pant, and I startto move faster. Harder. I want to draw every ounce of pleasure from her body until she’s spent. Every sound she makes—every whimper and gasp and moan—I want to hear, and I want to know she’s making them because of me.Forme.
When her nails bite into the flesh on my back, I groan against her.
“Mark me, princess.” I press my face into her neck as I move inside her. “Scratch me up. I want to feel it. I want to see it for days just to remember this moment. The moment I made you scream with pleasure.”
“You feel so good, Chris,” she says. “I can’t handle it, it’s so good.”
I bite her earlobe, then rise back up on my knees so I can hook her legs on my left side. When I bend her knees to her chest, her moan is guttural, and it’s like a fucking trophy. Like a medal of honor I can wear around my neck. The way her eyebrows scrunch, the way her full lips part in ecstasy. I want those images burned into my brain. I want to see her face when I sleep. I want to hear her voice in my dreams. I twist my body, hitting her at a new angle, and she whimpers, clenching around me so tightly that I have to work to steady my breathing.
