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I watch as she bites her lip so hard it bleeds.
Damn…
I move forward then, kiss her, taste her blood. Taste her surrender.
Then I rain kisses over her cheek to her ear.
“Are you ready, my beauty?” I rasp. “Are you ready for me to take that sweet little ass?”
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DELANEY
Ass.
He wants to fuck my ass.
I hear the animal in his voice, the threat hardening in his body.
My thighs tremble as the last shreds of my orgasm fly out my fingers.
I gasp around the word “yes” before I know I mean it, because there’s never been a more urgent need in my body than this.
“That’s my good bitch.”
He flips me like a pancake, and now I’m chest-down, cheek to the cold pillow, ass up. I claw at the bedsheets, trying to keep my bearings, but he doesn’t give me a second. He slaps both hands to my hips and pins me in place, and there’s nothing gentle about it.
He pulls my hips back until I feel him, big and thick through his jeans, rutting against my bare skin like he’s already buried inside me.
My breath goes shallow. I’m wet between my legs, but the sharp air on my asshole sends a ripple of nerves across my spine.
The clank of his buckle. Then the zing of his zipper.
He slides his fingers over my pussy, dipping them in two at a time.
“Fuck, you’re so wet, Delaney.” He breathes heavily. “I’ve never done this without lube before, but you’re all the lube I need.”
Then his fingers are on that forbidden place, massaging, and then probing.
“So tight,” he growls. “And all mine.”
I gasp as a finger breaches the rim.
At least he’s going slowly. After everything, I half expected him to just barge right in.
“So sweet and tight,” he whispers.
I gasp again as another finger slides in. He’s stretching me, and it’s painful…yet…
“Oh, God,” I whimper.
How does this feel good?
“That’s right,” Samson says. “Now you’re mine. All mine.”
I can’t breathe. I can’t move. All I can do is brace myself as he presses the fat head of his cock against the tightest part of me, forcing me to open for him.
“Samson…” I half-plead, half-growl.
