Page 12 of Not-So Real Breakup

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JAMES

Igrowled my question in her ear and brushed my thumb over her damp flesh.

Samantha shivered, and her opening became even slicker. “I don’t…um…don’t—” She sucked in a sharp breath when I circled her clit with the pad of my middle finger. “I don’t usually wear them to bed.”

“You didn’t go back to bed, baby,” I pointed out as I cupped her pussy with one hand and slipped the other under her knee to bend her leg and pull it back, exposing her even more. “Were you hoping I’d notice, Samantha? Did you want me to touch your hot little pussy?”

More wetness gushed from her center when I spoke, making me wonder if she got off on dirty talk. I dipped a finger into her channel and groaned. “So fucking wet.” Her muscles clenched and tried to suck more of my digit inside, making me chuckle wickedly. “I’m ready to come just thinking about fucking this tight pussy. It doesn’t even want to let my finger go, so it’s going to squeeze the fuck out of my cock.”

Samantha moaned and coated my fingers with even more of her sticky arousal. Oh fuck, yeah. My girl definitely liked my filthy mouth.

“Is that what you want, baby? My big, fat dick filling you up and making you scream my name?”

“James,” she whimpered. “Please.”

She sounded a little apprehensive, and I raised my head from her neck to look down at her. Her blue pools were a swirling mix of need and…confusion, as if she had no idea what was happening to her.

“Samantha, are you a virgin, baby?”

She bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut for a second before meeting my gaze again and whispering, “Yes.”

Well, shit.I hadn’t expected that. Nor could I have predicted the overwhelming sense of possession that swept over me. I’d already determined that Samantha was mine, but knowing she was mine alone? Fuck, it was almost enough for me to come in my pants like a horny teenager.

Her legs began to close, and I slapped my palms onto her thighs, forcing them wide open again. “Don’t,” I growled. “You made the decision to give me this pussy when you put on my shirt without anything underneath. So don’t even think about trying to hide it from me.” I cupped her center and pushed my middle finger back inside her. “This is mine. I’m going to pop your cherry and claim it.”And plant my baby inside it.

I wasn’t sure how she would react to the last part of my plan, but that wouldn’t stop me from attempting it. That might have made me a bastard, but I would do anything and everything to keep Samantha. And the idea of having a little Samantha running around filled my heart with warmth.

Fuck, I needed her.

I fucking loved her.

But I knew it was too early to tell her, so I decided to show her instead.

I yanked up the shirt she’d borrowed and ripped it off, tossing it to the side and leaving her naked. Her gasp of surprise barely registered because my eyes were devouring every inch of her perfect body. “Damn, baby. You’re gorgeous.”

Samantha blushed, and I watched in fascination as the pink color spread from her cheeks to the tips of her breasts. Something told me that when she came, she’d be flushed all the way to her pussy, and I was determined to see her like that.

I dragged a hand up her stomach to cup one of her full, perky tits while lazily pumping my middle digit in and out of her snug heat. She was small, and I worried that my cock—which was above average size and length—wouldn’t fit. But I reminded myself that she was made for me and knew I’d figure out how to make it work.

Samantha’s eyelids drooped, and her hips began to undulate, seeking more of the pleasure I was giving her. My hand was soaked, and the need to taste her honey burst to the surface. I grinned devilishly at her whine of protest when I removed my finger. “Patience, baby,” I murmured as I hit the button that would further recline my seat. Then I grasped her hips and guided her up so she was on her knees, straddling my legs. “Move back,” I commanded and licked my lips when she obeyed. I wouldn’t have thought ordering her around and having her submit would be such a damn turn-on. I’d have to explore that more later. But right now, I was starving.

“Bend over.” I gently pushed on her back, urging her to rest on her hands and knees. When she was in position, I had a perfect view of her slick pink flesh, and my mouth watered. Grabbing handfuls of her ass cheeks, I spread her apart, then licked up the center of her pussy.

A groan rumbled in my chest as I savored her sweet, unique flavor. “Fuck, you taste amazing. I think you just became my favorite snack,” I rasped before burying my face in her sex and eating her like she was my first meal after a long fast.

Samantha moaned and pushed back against my face. I slapped one of her pale globes and grunted, “Don’t move.”

She whimpered but held still when I went back to my meal.

“Oh yes,” she cried out. Then she went silent, and I heard muffled sounds.

I spanked her other cheek and growled, “Let me hear you, baby. I want to hear what I do to you. Every moan, every cry, they belong to me, and I want them. Nobody is gonna hear you but me, so don’t hold back. Or your sexy little ass is gonna be cherry red.”

Samantha gasped and looked at me over her shoulder, her expression wide with shock, though her crystal blue orbs were clouded with passion. She must have seen the truth in my eyes because she blinked a few times, then nodded. “Okay. Just…please don’t stop.”

“Not a chance in hell,” I muttered.

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