Page 47 of The Little Black Book

“There’s an extra toothbrush in the top drawer,” I call out lamely, then whisper a curse as I turn and pace the length of the room.

What are we doing here? I was sure that night between us was a fluke. That we were supposed to go back to being just friends. That it was whatSamwanted.

But what if I got it wrong? What if that night changed things between us?

What the fuck am I thinking? Of course, it changed things between us.

And here’s Sam, saying he wants to have sex again. I think about how amazing it was, how deeply satisfied I felt after, and my core clenches with need. My chest heaves as my mind whirls, and I accept the truth…

I want him, too. I don’t know where this is going. I don’t know if we can ever be the friends we were before, and if things implode between us, I could lose him completely. But if I don’t try, I know I’m going to regret it.

I hear the toilet flush before the sink turns on, and quickly make a decision. I may regret this later, but I know I’ll regretnotdoing it even more. I whip my shirt over my head before yanking off my bra and pushing down my underwear. Then I climb onto the bed and stretch out just as the bathroom door opens.

I watch Sam as he steps out, his eyes searching the room before landing on me and widening. His steps stutter to a stop, and his gaze burns a path across my skin as he takes in my naked form. His bare chest rises with each breath he takes, and I swear I hear a low growl vibrate from his chest.

He starts to move, closing the distance between us as his hands slip beneath the waistband of his boxers. Pushing them down over his hips, they fall to the floor and he steps out of them to stand beside the bed. My eyes lock onto his cock, its hard length jutting out proudly.

“Zoey,” Sam whispers, reaching out to trail a fingertip along my sternum. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure, Sam,” I breathe, then gasp as his finger changes direction to swirl around one nipple.

He doesn’t speak again as he teases the nipple into a stiff peak, then pays the same attention to the other one. Then his hand smooths downward over my stomach and abdomen. I spread my thighs as his fingers push between them, dancing lightly over my slick flesh before searching out my clit. I gasp again and arch my back as a quiet moan slips between my lips.

“You’re so magnificent,” Sam whispers, his fingers sliding through my folds to find my entrance and dip inside.

My hips buck upward, pushing his fingers deeper, and Sam hums with satisfaction. Moisture floods my channel as he pumps his fingers inside me, my inner walls squeezing them with each thrust.

My groan of frustration echoes around us when he pulls his hand away, but Sam just chuckles before hopping onto the bed and stretching over me. His hips settle between my thighs as he props his upper half up on his elbows and stares down at me.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, his humor disappearing as he rolls his hips, making his erection press against my most sensitive bits, “but I need to fuck you now, Zoey. I don’t think I can wait another––ahhh!”

His words cut off with a moan as I wrap my legs around him and lift my hips, pushing him into me. He drives forward, burying himself so deep, a noise I’ve never made before gurgles low in my throat.

My brain goes a little haywire, my need skyrocketing now that I have Sam inside me. I need more. And I’m not afraid to take what I want. Not anymore.

Unwrapping my legs, I dig my heels into the mattress and push at his chest. Following my lead, Sam grabs onto me as he rolls to his back. Pressing my palms to his shoulders, I push myself upright. The move pushes his cock deeper inside me as my knees sink into the bed beside his hips, and we both groan. Sam reaches out to grab the extra pillow and shove it beneath his head, propping himself up slightly so he can watch me ride him.

I try to control my movements, at first, but I quickly lose my head as my need multiplies. Sam’s hands grip my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he guides the motion. In a flash, he’s upright, one hand diving into my hair as his mouth lands on mine. I groan into his mouth when our tongues tangle together. I groan louder when his other hand leaves my hip to cover my breast.

I continue to ride him, my hips rolling slowly as pleasure numbs my limbs. The hand in my hair tugs my head back, breaking off our kiss as Sam’s mouth moves to my neck. He sucks and bites my skin, blazing a path down my throat to my chest. He lifts my breast to his lips and sucks it hard, flicking his tongue against my nipple until I’m gasping for breath.

The world flip-flops, and I find myself on my back again, Sam towers over me from his knees as his hands pull my legs upright and prop them against his chest. He drives back into me, pausing for only a second before pulling out and driving back in. His hips move faster and faster as he grunts with exertion, and he pulls my thighs apart slightly to press his thumb to my clit.

Pleasure spirals through me as my orgasm builds, each of my muscles tightening in preparation for release. Sam massages my clit in time with his thrusts, the heat building between us threatening to burn me alive.

“Look at me, Zoey,” he pants out, and I open my eyes to meet his gaze. “You’re so fucking perfect. I love the way your sweet, greedy pussy squeezes my cock.”

I suck in a sharp breath as my inner walls contract around him. His eyes fall closed for a split second before popping back open. The blue irises burn with icy fire, and I hold my breath as the tension inside me unfurls.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me. Come all over my hard, throbbing cock.”

His dirty words throw me right over the edge, and I scream as my orgasm rockets through me. Sam chants the word “yes” as he pumps impossibly faster, drawing out my pleasure as he chases his own. He drives in one last time, freezing as his cock throbs inside me, filling me with his release.

My legs drop to either side of him, hitting the mattress as he falls forward to stretch over me. His lips brush across mine, soft like butterfly wings, before he deepens the kiss. I grip his hair as our tongues meet in a long, leisurely kiss. Then Sam buries his face in my neck, breathing me in as he relaxes against me.

After several long moments, he rolls to the side as he holds onto me, stopping when we’re lying face to face, sharing the same pillow.

“Hi,” he says with a soft smile.

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