The Chain of Command [King James x caliente]

[King James]

“What do you mean you’re overbooked?” asked Jason Williams, the 39 year old real estate mogul known internationally for his luxury malls and high rise condos. He had built his real estate investment firm from the ground up after graduating from Harvard Business School into the international powerhouse that it was now.

Being in such a prominent role with his company he made sure to stay in shape, running and lifting when he could but always eating clean, giving him a lean, muscular build. He kept his greying salt and pepper hair short and neat with his sharp jaw clean-shaven. His deep blue eyes seemed to pop in contrast to his hair, a smile almost always highlighting his high cheekbones.

“This just can’t be, my admin booked two rooms weeks ago, one for the CEO and the other for my CFO.” He said, motioning to the lovely woman standing beside him.

“I don’t know what went wrong, sir, but we’re overbooked.” Explained the hotel receptionist. “We only have one room—a suite. For the confusion we could even give it to you two free of charge. There’s even a living area that’s a separate room if you needed to sleep separately.”

Jason pondered the offer for a moment, looking to his CFO to read her opinion on the matter. They’d been close as could be for so long, working long hours together and making enormous sums of money. They always flirted, but in jest. “Alright, we’ll take it. But I expect full access to the minibar as well as a chilled bottle of champagne with glasses waiting for us by the time we get upstairs.” He insisted before taking the room keys from the woman.

“Hope you don’t mind, I’ve always wanted to share a room with you.” He said slyly as they boarded the elevator together, heading up to the suite they would share for the time being.

 

[caliente]

RE: The Chain of Command [BC x caliente]

Samantha - Sam - Mahoney couldnt stop the facepalm moment when the clerk at the reception of the hotel told Jason that they were overbooked.
You did not tell Jason Williams that your hotel was overbooked. You threw another customer out! When they offered the suite for free and Jason shot her a quick glance with a single raised eyebrow she simply shrugged and nodded her head once.

She had to grin a bit. Who cared if they shared a room? Sam had joined his enterprise directly after her graduation. He had hired her in the blink of an eye. She had joined the business when he was on the worst low the company ever suffered, and it had been largely due to her work that they had not only recovered but had risen like a shooting star. Yes. Sam Mahoney posessed a sharp intelligence, a quick wit, a dark humor and a body to kill for.
Jason and her had started as boss and the "new little light" and had turned to CEO and CFO and - naturally - "somehow best friends". Not that they'd call each other "friends" but... the person you spend around 80% of your time with, the person youve known for years... you couldn't do this without getting close. They had spent so many nights working, had mutually fallen asleep on each other, she had spent nights on the couch in his office and vice versa... so... really. Who cared if they shared a room?

Sam chuckled when he wrenched the champagne and the access to the minibar out of the clerk as an additional extra. When they boarded the elevator she lifted her eyebrows at his sly remark. Jason and her had been flirting ever since she had joined the enterprise. The sexual tension between the two of them was a constant in her work life... sometimes it was very prominent, sometimes it faded to the background... but it was always there.
Neither of them had ever given into this however. Flirting... yep. Teasing... relentlessly. But actually crossing the line? Never. Sam didn't know why he never had advanced, she just knew that "Never fuck in the factory" was the best advice she had ever gotten. She didn't want to ruin their professional relationship with something vain and unimportant like sex. And she wanted to ruin their "closeness" even less. He was one of the -very- few people she was totally at ease around. He let her be who she was, never doubting her motivation, decisions or intelligence. He -trusted- her - despite the sexy outside of her. Sam treasured this... and had kept her fingers to herself.

"Mhm... you sure do, it's because Im irresistible!" she retorted with a wink. "But that's okay, ever since you organized champagne I will forgive you your unbearable admiration for me!" she teased back.

 

[King James]

RE: The Chain of Command [BC x caliente]

Sam Mahoney had been a blessing to him when he needed it most. The company’s stock was nearly worthless, their offices were down to being in the back of one of their malls, and worst of all he had lost his swagger, allowing depression to hit him hard. But in cake the busty young college graduate with a mind for business and the instincts of a shark to help right the ship. Since the day she’s been brought onboard his funk had turned around, as did the company’s fortunes.

She was the hardest worker he’d ever met and she helped bring out the best in him. When it came to raising capital or negotiating a deal they made the best tag team imaginable. When they were behind closed doors with a client “no” was never an answer.

As winked at him and teased him about his admiration for her he couldn’t help but shake his head and smile. “You know that cockiness is what I admire most, right? You just can’t seem to be modest—ever.” He teases as the elevator dinged. They’d arrived at the top floor, only one door, their door, in front of him. “This better be good.”

As he opened the door to their luxury suite he nodded his head, loving what he saw. “Oh yes, this will do.” He said as he went to the window, overlooking the city’s skyline with a jacuzzi right there to enjoy. There was a king size bed, a full bar, and a beautiful standing shower in the bathroom.

He finally stopped at the bar, finding a bucket of ice and their bottle of champagne ready to go. He popped the cork and poured two glasses, handing one to his most loved, trusted friend. “To us, and our continued fortunes!” He toasted before downing his glass, topping them both off once able.

 

[caliente]

RE: The Chain of Command [BC x caliente]

Sam laughed at his reply. That deep, throaty laugh that had driven dozens of Men crazy. "Aaaaach, I -can- be modest!" she answered. "You can still order me to be, bossman!" This was another continuous joke between the two of them. Sam -never- had met him with the shy, subservient attitude of an employee. She respected him as the one who had the final say, yes. She -did- follow his orders. But she discussed things with him all the time. She had her own opinions, and she would defend them passionately. There had been weeks when the two of them had fought against each other. Those "wars" had been terrible for both of them, once he had called Sam in the middle of the night, to tell her how ANGRY he was at her disagreeing so strongly - and publicly. That he couldn't sleep because he was still fuming. They had sorted it out on the phone then - for him. When she had him calmed down, Sam was SO ANGRY that he just didn't seem to get her point that she had not slept for the rest of that night. The next morning he had stepped into the elevater with her... and he had seen it from the shadows under her eyes. And while he had not said one single word, the plan he had wanted to execute and that Sam had been fighting so passionately had slightly been altered - in all the points that had driven Sam crazy. Fact was - however - that Sam never had been "obedient" in the classical sense of the word. She did not obey "Boss Jason" ... she did what the company needed. She obeyed the business. Not the man. And thus the two of them had been joking about her lack of subservience like forever. A "SIR... YESSIR!" Usually told Jason clearly that she was disagreeing, while a "Such a GOOD gir!" usually made Sam stop in whatever she was doing and rethink if it really was a good idea.

"Oh it IS good!" she exclaimed. She smirked at him a bit. "Better than what I usually get. I think I need a talk with my boss about accomodation during business trips!" She accepted the glass of champagne and smiled. "To us and our fortunes!" she replied. He downed the glass in one large sip, and Sam smiled... and followed suit, holding out her glass for a refill. Taking another sip she smiled impishly. "Let's see if the bedroom meets the standard" she suggested, eager to explore the rest of the suite.

 

[King James]

That boldness to stand my her ideas and opinions even when he, her boss, was against them, was one of the things that drew him to her so much. The way she was so defiant and quite honestly hard-headed—it was simply incredible to have met his equal when it came to sticking your guns and getting the job done. They’d caused each other to lose more sleep than a couple in a struggling marriage—and they’d never even had sex. But maybe that would change soon enough.

“Maybe you do need to talk with him. I’m sure you’d be able to convince him if you took the right angle.” He joked, sipping from his second glass of champagne. “Of course with you there is no bad angle.” Between sharing the suite together and the tension already built between them he was feeling something he was normally able to suppress. On a trip like this he’d usually hire an escort, a call girl, someone to take care of his needs. Needs that had been ignored for over a week due to their heavy work schedule preparing for this trip. But now it seemed there was a golden opportunity to press.

“Yes, let’s see the bedroom.” He agreed as he led her back into the spacious room, a California king bed with the finest silk sheets adorning it. The view of the skyline continuing in here and set a sensual ambiance you couldn’t miss. “Mmm, did they call this a suite or the honeymoon suite? These sheets look like they were meant for some rough and tumble.”

 

[caliente]

It was those moments when it was almost impossible for Sam to ignore the flirting. When he shamelessly told her he found her attractive. That there was no "bad angle" with her. Usually she was able to ignore those moments. Or rather.. push them aside. In the dead of the night, when she was at home alone she would once every blue moon give in to her fantasies about him and enjoy a guilty session of pleasure with herself. Sometimes, when the tension had been high for days or even weeks and she felt close to throwing inhibtions and ratio away she'd hook up with some guy and distract her from him.

It wasn't as if Sam had a crush on him. Or harbored any silly ideas about love and marriage and children. Nope. This was something entirely different from "romantic love". He was... an equal. Sam rarely met somebody equal. Most people were slow. Slow thinking. Slow moving. Just slow. Brilliant Sam outwitted most other humans... but not Jason. With him being older, having more experience it was her for a change that had to "hurry" sometimes, to keep up. He was the only person she knew that she could absolutely be herself around. Without holding back. She could rage against his plans, she could defend her ideas, and he would listen. He had always encouraged her to be even better than she had been minutes before, had fostered her, nurtured her hungry brains, given her responsibilities far bigger than her age suggested she'd be able to shoulder... and she had never disappointed. No. Sam was not looking for romantic nonsense. Far from it. The tension between them wasn't of the sweet, loving, caring nature either. No. The rare times Sam did allow herself to fantasize about him, she harboured ideas of intense, heated moments of passion. Of two bodies devouring each other. Of teeth and fingernails. Of a hand around her throat, and a cock mercilessly shoved into her mouth. Of animalistic fucking, until theyd both scream, until theyd both be too exhausted to even walk.

Sam swallowed. Hard. For once her big mouth was kept shut when he joked about the honeymoon suite. Her brilliant mind was jumping up and down furious, yelling her eternal moral rules into her head: "Boss! Bad idea! Hands off! Never fuck in the factory! Don't ruin what you have. Don't be stupid! Stop it! BOSS! BAD IDEA!" while her fantasy was sending her vivid images of those lush silken sheets completely disshelved, of her body bathed in sweat, of her make up ruined, of mascara streaks running down her cheeks, of her legs slung around him.... her voice sounded strangely flat when she simply said: "Yeah... let's have a look at the couch, k?" and quickly turned to leave the room, feeling silly when she blushed heatedly when she accidentally brushed against him in the door frame. "Uh.. sorry"

 

[King James]

Time and time again they had ended up together for nights on end, but they’d never made the leap into acting on what they would flirt about. Something was different this night, something that drew him to her more than ever. His equal, subordinate by title but his equal as a person. He needed to experience her, it was as if he already knew that nothing could be more gratifying than that.

“Yes, let’s have a look at the sofa.” He said as he sat his glass down before placing his hand firmly, possessively on the small of her back. He led her to the couch, pushing her back lightly to get her down onto the sofa before sitting beside her. He pulled her legs over his lap and began massaging her calf with one hand and her thigh with the other.

“It’s a shame.” He said with that familiar, cocky smirk on his face. “It’s a shame that you haven’t shown up on my Tinder here.” He joked as his hand moved up her skirt to her upper thigh. “Because I’d be doing everything to get you in a situation like this and fuck you until dawn.” The alcohol helped these words to escape his lips, but while they were intoxicated words, they had been sober thoughts many tines over.

 

[caliente]

Sam felt his hands against the small of her back. Firmly. She bit down upon her lip, closing her eyes briefly for a moment. "Focus" she told herself, sternly, and found herself sitting besides him, her legs pulled over his lap. His hands felt SO good on her legs.... Sam felt herself relax. In fact everything about this felt good. She snorted at his words. "Tinder! Are you serious Man?" She couldn't help put shake her head and chuckle. "As if I'd EVER use that chauvinistic, sexist dating portal designed for men in their midlife crisis on the hunt for slutty teens!" Yep. She - was - being mean there. But then the smile deepened. "You'd have to use okcupid to get me!" she joked back.

Suddenly she didn't feel easy at all around him. His last sentence rang a bell. Her eyes narrowed. She did nothing to stop his hand from inching up on her thigh. Instead she leaned back slightly, her body visibly relaxing. "Until dawn, huh? Someday Ill call you out on your empty promises!" she said, with a chuckle. The champagne made her legs feel bubbly. She wasn't drunk... just that little bit tipsy enough, to silence the voice of ratio that was still raging inside her head.

 

[King James]

“Ouch, my pride!” He jokes as he pulled his hand off her calf and brought it towards his heart, exaggerating the verbal dagger she’d stabbed him with. “At least I get something out of it. But if it’s not the right method to get in these panties then maybe I’ll need to change my ways.” He said as he moved his hand back to her calf, the other continuing to creep higher up her thigh.

As she relaxed her legs spread slightly, an opportunity Jason wasn’t going to pass up on. He moved his hand to her pantyline, his knuckle firmly against her sex as he looked down to her with lustful eyes. “Call me out right now then, Sam. You’ve never experienced anything like me.” He said as he put pressure on her clit through her thin panties. “Unless your little pussy is too scared to fuck the big bad boss.”

 

[caliente]

Sam felt a strange, nervous tension inside. Something was different tonight. He had never been so... persistent in flirting. And she had never been SO inclined to react to it. Usually either of them would back off after a while.

Sam however felt the inclination to be responsible dwindle with the champagne induced lightheadedness. When his knuckles pressed into her sex she gasped. All her alarms setting off furiously, almost making her politely back out of the situation after all. But then he said the one thing that was bound to get him the reward of his advance. He challenged her.

Sam Mahoney had never in her life backed away from a challenge... and this time was no different. Her eyes behind the glasses started to sparkle, color rising to her cheeks. Her legs parted some more, her back arching gently.

Ah... she was up for fight that surely would ensue. Up to push him... and being pushed. There was a warning flicker in her eyes, betraying a certain vulnerabilty. If she played along now... then she would go through with it. And never forgive him if it was some cruel joke. "What's there to be afraid of?" she retorted. "I dont see a bad boss around and "big" remains to be proved.... "

 

[King James]

He knew just how to press her buttons—Sam Mahoney would never back down from a challenge, even if that challenge was fucking her own boss. He saw the way her eyes lit up with determination the moment he’d challenged her. He knew doing this would be a challenge in and of itself but he was more than capable.

“Oh you doubt me, Sam? Haven’t you learned not to doubt me yet?” He teased her as he pushed his finger firmly against her slit, pushing her panties into her pussy for a moment before retracting his hand and standing upright in front of her.

While he didn’t tower over her he was considerably taller than her as he removed his shirt. He then moved to unfasten his belt, pulling his pants and boxers to his hips to reveal his thick, uncut nine inch member. “Proof enough for you, Sam?” He asked as he took his cock in one hand and the back of her head in the other, pulling her towards him before slapping her cheek with the thick head of his cock.

 

[caliente]

"Haven't you learned not to doubt me yet?" He was still relentlessly teasing and Sam reacted accordingly. "Faith is good..." she replied, his boldly advancing fingers finding heat. Moisture. The slender blonde finding her inhibitions rapidly dwindling as she felt the iron grip around her self control slip. "...but control is bett---Ahhhh!" her voice was low. Husky. A tremble was rushing down her spine, she still felt the shivering anxiety he was simply taking their usual jokes one step further.

Her eyes feasted on him when he rose, she sat up on the couch, her skirt riding up on her thighs, revealing the line of her halterless stockings. Ah, she had seen him shirtless before, once or twice, but she had never allowed herself to steal more than a quick glance. Now she was drinking in the sight of his body. When he pulled down his pants she knew without any further doubt that there was no going back from here. When he reached out for his head, pulling her towards him she felt the last of her inhibitions shattered, and his question was met with a low, feral gasp.

Sam's entire body suddenly seemed to be on fire. It was like a feverish dream... just... better, and she let out another moan when he slapped her cheek with his cock. "I... will have to double check!" she replied, her breath a hot caress against his skin, her head turning towards his cock when she rubbed her cheek against the smooth, hot, quivering length of his shaft. "My boss is fond of qualified assessments, you know?"

 

[King James]

The way her voice trailed off as he pushed harder against her slit was intoxicating, but not quite as great as seeing his cock slapping firmly against her cheek, seeing her eyes as they first fixed on his thick, throbbing member. Surely they’d both mentally trailed down this path many times before. Had envisioned what it would be like to finally have one another. But this wasn’t a vision, this was no simple dream, this was his slapping his CFO across the face with his cock as she told him she’d need to doublecheck for proof.

Watching Sam as she turned her face towards his cock and began to rub her cheek against his throbbing member was enough to give him blue balls. But he knew he wouldn’t need to worry about that with her. Sure she would tease, but she had always been one to close a deal properly. “Yes, I am very fond of qualified assessments.” He said before pushing his cock against her lips, parting them as he pushed a few inches in before pulling back and slapping her cheek once more, his cock wet with her saliva. “But I’m just as fond of someone ready to dive right in to a risky situation.

 

[caliente]

Sam sighed. Deeply. A sound of sheer bliss when he impatiently forced himself into her mouth. A moan humming around his shaft when he withdrew, and Sam couldn't help the sound of protest ripped from her lips. But despite her protest he pulled out, his cock slapping her cheek again. He was slick with her own spit, shiny, his scent driving her wild. "If the reward is right..." she replied, her eyes hungry, her hand diving between her legs, marvelling at the effect he had on her.

"... I was never one to shy from the risk!" the words spoken, before her lips locked on his cock. Gods. She wanted him. So bad. She wanted him inside her... everywhere. She moaned, helplessly when her own finger teased against her sensitive clit, while her lips explored him, feasted on his flesh. Her lips around his tip, her tongue circling his head... she moved her head some, her mouth open, touching him with the cavern of her mouth, before she stiffened her tongue, assaulting the underside of his tip, the spot where skin connects to flesh, flicking against him at this sensitive spot.

Her eyes were closing, when she let go of him, inhaling a deep, shivering breath, her lips moving to the base of his cock, her tongue hot, wet against his shaft as she licked up his entire length. Oh just fuck it... it wasn't enough. Not by -any- means enough. She hungrily went down on him, swallowing him as deep as she could, another low, hungry, feral moan vibrating against his shaft when she gagged herself with his glorious meat.

 

[King James]

“Oh I know you never have been. Some of the risks you’ve taken have been the most lucrative moments of my life.” He said as she plunged her lips down into his cock, hungrily swallowing every inch she could manage as he throbbed against her throat. She was talented, eliciting a few moans from him as their eyes met and she worked her tongue like the lustful expert she was. His eyes rolled as she gagged herself on him, a low feral moan escaping against him.

“Fuck Sam, you’ve been hiding this from me all this time? I should fire you for such insubordination.” He jokes as he ran his hand through her perfect golden locks. “Tits out. Now.” He commanded, speaking sternly as their eyes stayed focused on one another. “In fact, I want you completely naked this instant. And don’t you dare let my cock free from your lips until you’re bare.”

 

[caliente]

His eyes locked with hers, and a wild hunger washed through her body when she heard him moan, her entire body starting to throb when his eyes rolled back into his head. Wild triumph washing through her veins, mingling with adrenaline and desire. Fuck... she wanted more of that. More of him. She wanted him to moan and buck into her mouth. So bad.

"I should fire you for such insubordination!" His voice a tease, when he ran his hand through her hair. And then his voice took the commanding tone he usually saved for dressing downs of all sorts. Something inside Sam protested against his tone, and the sparkle in her eyes clearly told him she'd repay him for that. At the same time she was incredibly turned on. Insolently she let her lips linger on his shaft, a challenge... a promise, and then she withdrew until only his very tip was still connected with her hot, hungry mouth. Her fingers danced over the buttons of her blouse. Feverish. She tugged on the fabric, her blazer shrugged off of her shoulders, carelessly falling down. The blouse following suit, as did her bra only moments after. Her hands lingered on her full, heavy tits for a moment, squeezing them together, absorbed in the feeling of hardening nipples against her own palms.

Sam shifted, moving uncomfortably, wiggling and squirming, her face reddening when she struggled with her skirt. Sucking him deep into her mouth again, when she shimmied out of the material. She let go again, until only the tip of her tongue teased around the mushroom head of his cock. Too impatient, too hungry to try to wrestle her legs free from her panties, one after the other. A small fist curling around the delicate material, and without any regret she tore the flimsy bit of material from her body. What was left was her heels and her stockings... she sucked him back into her mouth, just his tip again, slowly working her tongue against it. Teasing. Caressing it with long, steady strokes, coating it with her saliva, one eyebrow quizzically rising.

 

[King James]

He should have learned by now that anytime he wanted something of Sam all he had to do was challenge her, try to show doubt in her abilities to give her the opportunity to prove him wrong. So was the case in his cock sucking stripping challenge to her. He watched intently as she would let all but tip free from her mouth as she shimmied out of each piece of clothing, slowly but surely stripping each article off.

He was surprised when she found trouble with her skirt and suddenly took his entire length back in, his eyes rolling back again before setting down on her own beautiful orbs and her free tits. When she raised that eyebrow he gave her a smirk. “Perfect. This should be your new work uniform.” He taunted as his hands settled on either side of her head, holding her steady. “And here’s your reward.” He said before thrusting I TK her mouth forcibly, his cock filling her mouth and pushing at the entrance to her throat without hesitation as he used her mouth relentlessly, causing her tits to bounce wildly.

Finally, after fucking her mouth for a solid three minutes he withdrew his cock from her lips. “Still think you can handle me? Your mouth has passed the test, but I still wonder about that pussy. And that ass, we’ll have to test that out too, won’t we?”

 

[caliente]

Sam -knew- her pride and her stubbornness were her greatest strength... and her greatest weakness. He knew it too. Heck... he was the same. "You cannot do this or that" was bound to cause either of them to just do it.

When he held her head and just so sunk himself into her mouth there was no way she could have mustered a cocky reply to his taunt. He caught her off guard, gagging her on his cock. The impact making her eyes water. For a few precious seconds she struggled around him, choking and gagging, wasting precious moments in a futile albeit sweet attempt to resist, before she accepted his assault. She relaxed, her eyes still watering, giving in to his ruthless plundering of her mouth.

A fierce desire consumed her, she started to moan around him, her throat constricting from time to time when anothet relentless thrust triggered her gag reflex again, each of his motions causing a fire to burn between her legs.

When he stopped she needed a few moments to catch her breath, shuddering, greedily sucking in air. So cocky! "We'll see if you are... ahem... capable of such... draining assessments!" she teased back. Confident. Cocky herself. The wild, throbbing desire making her bold. "The day I cannot handle one of your... challengrs has yet to come... and today is not that day!" she dared him.

 

[King James]

She took his challenge in stride even as she gasped for air once he’d released her from his cock. He had been a bit rough with her, a bit ruthless, and that would only continue as the night went on. “I’ll believe it when you withstand the night. I’m not betting against you, but I’m certainly not going to believe it until I see it.”

Without anymore notice he pulled her to her feet before spinning her around and pushing her down against the couch so she was bent over. Her perfect ass jut out towards him and her pussy lips shimmered in the lighting of the hotel suite. “I really do hope you’re ready for this, Sam.” He said before bringing his cock to her dropping slit, running the head up and down along it to spread her juices.

Suddenly, he pushed his cock inside of her, inch by inch stretching her perfect pink pussy until his hips met her ass, his hands holding her steady. “Jesus fuck, woman...you’re so fucking tight.”

 

[caliente]

Sam shot him a fierce look. "I will not believe it until I see it." She felt a familiar twinge of being annoyed. Heck, she always was when he went into: "I know it better" mode. He -often- teased her like that. "What -are- you capable of?" "Lazy ass, get working" - those usually uttered in the middle of the night, after at least 6 hours of overtime. So while Sam knew without any doubt he was merely teasing, sometimes it did annoy the shit out of her. Usually she boxed his shoulder then.

But not today.... she felt herself being forced to her feet as she spun her around, bending her over the couch. "Brave
..." she commented. "You -are- aware girls have an advantage over guys, right?" she moaned, when he closed in, his cock rubbing through her soaked slit, his head spreading the tears of desire her pussy was eagerly weeping all over her sex. "Fffffuuuuuck..." she gasped, the witty talk backs fading into the back of her head, her hips rising, a slender back arching deeply, changing the angle to allow him better access.

"W..we d...don't need as much time to recover... so let's.... "
she felt him enter in one single, slow, smooth stroke, each glorious inch throbbing and pulsing inside her tight passage. "Oh my fucking god..." she gasped in response to his exclamation about her tightness. "Let's... aaaah.... see.... who's.... oooooooooooooooooooh... going to... going.... OH MY GOD YESSSSSSSSSSS, FUCK me!"

 

[King James]

Jason couldn’t help but chuckle as the notion that women had an advantage due to quicker recovery after orgasm escaped Sam’s lips. She really was trying to withhold submission from him, but her mind was quick to be persuaded as she started screaming for him to fuck her after only inserting himself into her and holding his entire length inside.

He gave her perfect ass a hard slap as he pulled his cock nearly entirely from her depths before pushing it back inside. Each thrust slowly grew in strength and power as his equal moaned and screamed in pure lust, his hands holding her hips and body in place.

“I knew you’d give in, Sam. But I didn’t know you’d be moaning like a slut after one thrust.” He taunted, punctuating his teasing with another hard smack on her ass. “Mmm, this is almost too easy. You disappoint me, Sam” he said as he yanked a handful of her hair, causing her back to arch as he challenged her, trying to rule her up.