A ghost of a smirk crosses my lips. She shakes her head at me, pure ecstasy mixed with sexual frustration written on her face.
After sucking on her nipples, I kiss my way down her stomach and flick open the button of her jeans. I sit up long enough to pull them down her thighs with her panties. My cock presses against my jeans, the friction becoming too painful to stand.
I lean forward and drag my finger along her slit, pushing two fingers inside her to test her slickness. She smells so good I want to lick every inch of her. Her eyes close as she raises her hips to push my fingers deeper.
“I take that back,” I say, dipping my head between her thighs to lick her clit. “You’re a bad girl.”
She opens her eyes to watch me, a smile on her lips. Her moans become screams loud enough to wake everyone a block over on Greek Row. Sam puts on a show by gripping my hair between her fingers and screaming my name like a porn star.
It’s always the shy, quiet types who surprise you.
After she comes, I quickly strip off my clothes and roll a condom down my length. Her eyes widen as I do this, and she licks her lips. Sam moans in my ear as I rest my elbows on both sides of her head, taking it slow enough to kiss her. Her nails dig into my back and drag along my skin as I quicken my pace. The first time we were together, I fucked her like a puck bunny.
Now, she’s my girlfriend.
It’s different this time.
I want to satisfy her every need.
“You won’t break me,” Sam mutters against my lips.
Giving her what she wants, I move harder and faster, ripping a few screams from her lips. Gripping her hips, I claim every inch of her body, her pussy tightening around my cock. She’s so close I feel it, like a balloon about to pop. Knowing how close she is, I chase her orgasm, wanting to make her come again.
She does.
And it’s beautiful.
Her body tenses before it relaxes, and once she fully lets go, her body trembles with each thrust of my cock. Sam has a sexy glare in her eyes as she’s just come down from her high. I ride her high, mine right behind hers, consumed by the orgasm commanding control of my body.
I kiss her lips before rolling onto the bed, glistening in sweat. With her hair wild and cheeks flushed, she’s incredible, the only girl who has ever made me feel this way. I’m not sure if it’s love. My feelings for Sam are so strong but unfamiliar.
Sam curls up next to me, her sweat-slick skin pressed against mine, her face buried in the crook of my neck. “That was even better than I remember.”
I’m at a loss for words.
I’ve never felt like this after sex.
A sudden calmness washes over me for the first time in my life. Sam puts me at ease, making it easy for me to fall for her.
Chapter 22
Tucker
Sam looks terrified as I park my car in front of her father’s house. She stares out the window, biting the inside of her cheek. We haven’t spoken a word since we left the grocery store. I’ve heard plenty of stories about Jim Marchand—he sounds like the worst person on the planet. What kind of man would make his kid struggle the way he has Sam? I already hate him, and I haven’t even met him.
“It’s not too late to change your mind.” Sam squirms in her seat, shooting me a worried look. “I hate coming here. You don’t have to do this with me.”
I reach across the armrest to clutch her hand, holding it against her thigh. “I’m here for you, Sam. I won’t let him hurt you.”
“He’s not violent.” She squeezes my hand tighter and sighs. “He’s just an asshole who doesn’t care enough to get his shit together. You can wait in the car, and I’ll run the food inside.”
“Hey,” I say, brushing my fingers along her jaw and staring into her eyes. “I’m here. Let me do this with you. We will get through it together.”
She closes her eyes for a second and lets out a deep breath. “I’m so embarrassed of Jim. You come from money. You have famous parents, aunts, and uncles, and I come from this,” she says, pointing at the rowhouse. “From a drunk degenerate gambler.”
“Did I ever tell you about Preston’s family?”
She scrunches her nose, thinking it over, and then shakes her head. “No, I don’t think so. His dad is a hockey player, and his mom is a sports agent.”
