“Tell me you want me to fuck you,” I whispered as I bit her nipple then her lip and teased her clit with my fingers. “Tell me you want this as bad as I do.”
“I want it,” she said then buried her lips against mine.
I felt wild and out of control. This was going all wrong—I should’ve been trying to kill Cullen.
Instead, I had to take Sam. I had to taste her.
I slipped down between her legs and peeled her panties off. Her pussy tasted like heaven as I lapped her up, tongue rolling along the length of her lips before I spread her wide and sucked on her clit. I moved my tongue faster and faster, slid my fingers deep inside, and her moans got louder as she dug her fingers into my hair.
I couldn’t take this much longer. I moved up and kissed her and she pulled off my boxer briefs like she couldn’t stop herself. I moved aside to get them off, and she took my cock in both hands while I lay on my back. She took me into her mouth, moaning as she sucked my cock, and I teased her pussy as she buried me into her throat. Fuck, she was incredible, and I groaned with the wild pleasure of it.
I pushed her back down, held her hands above her head, and slid myself deep between her legs.
She took every inch, and god, it was perfect.
Her hips wiggled side to side as I started to fuck her. Her breasts shook with every thrust, and I licked her nipples, then kissed her neck. I wanted to see this girl come, wanted to see her skin flush with pleasure, wanted to see her sweat.
I fucked her faster, then slowed, then fast again. I teased her clit and bit her nipples and licked her lips.
“You feel like heaven,” I whispered in her ear. “I’d take you a thousand times before I’d touch another girl in this city. Where have you been hiding?”
“Right here,” she gasped as I stroked her deep. I loved the way she arched her back, loved the line of her collarbones, her small, pink, stiff nipples. Her skin was smooth and pale and her eyes stared up at mine and burned like fire, and her dark red hair fanned out around her like flames.
She climbed on top of me and I let her ride. I loved her ass, spanked it hard, pulled her hair. She put her hands on my chest and rode, faster and faster, moaning the whole time. I watched a drop of sweat roll down her forehead, then down between her breasts.
I licked it up. I fucked her faster and whispered in her ear. “I want to watch you come. I want to taste it when you’re done. You hear me, Sam? I want you to come on my thick cock and thank me for it when you’re finished.”
“Oh, god, yes,” she moaned. “Fuck me, Matteo. Keep going.”
I pinned her down and gave her what she wanted. I slid in and out, blinding and wild and dizzy, and I didn’t know how long we’d been fucking, or how much longer we possibly could. It was like the pleasure overwhelmed me, threatened to short circuit my brain, and I loved riding that edge, getting right up against it and moving along it forever. I kissed her, tasted her tongue, and her back arched, her head tipped back. Her eyes opened wide as she gasped my name, and I felt her pussy clench down as she dug her fingers hard into my back.
She came in a wild wave, in the most gorgeous shuddering gasp I’d ever seen. She was beautiful, perfect, the epitome of lust and sensuality. How I’d picked this girl, how I’d found her, I didn’t know how I could’ve gotten so lucky, and I kept fucking her as she finished, kept going faster until I felt my own orgasm explode in between her legs.
She moved her hips and took every drop of me inside her. We kissed for what felt like hours until she collapsed back onto the bed, sweating, panting, exhausted.
And sure enough, her skin was covered in a gorgeous pink blush.
“Look at you,” I whispered, kissing her neck. “Exactly what I wanted.”
“Yeah? You came here looking for me?”
I remembered Cullen then, my target.
Fucking hell. I didn’t know how long I’d been with Sam, but it must’ve been a while, based on how tired I felt.
“Absolutely,” I said, kissing her softly. “Came looking just for you, and I’m glad I found you.”
“I’m glad too.” She sighed and stretched like a cat.
“I’ll be right back,” I said, getting out of bed.
She sat up on one elbow. “You’re running out on me? Could’ve at least waited until I fell asleep.”
“Not leaving,” I said, tugging my pants on and slipping the gun into my waistband as subtly as I could. I pulled my shirt on overtop and left it untucked. “Getting some drinks. I’ll be back.”