She screamed from my cock tearing through her inner walls, giving her no time to prepare for my size. I wanted to fuck, rough and hard, until I rubbed her pussy raw.
I ran my hand over her ass in a circular motion and then gripped her hips firmly enough to leave a mark. She felt amazing, soaking wet and tight. It was like fucking a virgin, and for a split second, I wondered if she was, though I hoped she wasn’t. Taking someone’s virginity was a responsibility, one I didn’t want.
“Oh, God,” she moaned. “Yes, yes…”
“That’s it.” I moved one hand to her hair to grip her locks between my fingers, tugging hard enough to force her to look up at me. “Now be a good girl and come for me.”
And she did. As if my command was enough, she tightened her hold on me. Her pussy milked my cock, squeezing me in a vise as her orgasm rocked through her body. She trembled beneath me, her pleasure hitting her in waves which helped to speed up my own. Not long after she came, I collapsed on top of her, my cock pulsing one last time before I pulled out of her.
She hit the mattress with a loud sigh and rolled over. “Wow! That was…” Samantha was so out of breath she couldn’t finish her train of thought.
I dropped to the bed next to her and smirked. “Glad you’re satisfied.”
“More than satisfied,” she whispered. “I think you actually broke me.”
Her comment made me laugh. “Hey, I warned you.”
She closed her eyes for a second, a smile on her lips.
Being with Samantha was one of the highlights of my sex life too. But I wasn’t about to confess that to her. Her lips, that mouth, her tight pussy, she was perfect as if made for me.
Samantha moved her hands behind her head and looked at me as if she were trying to extract all my secrets. Something about the way she stared at me sort of freaked me out. And then I felt the need to be as far away from her as possible. Intimacy was fine while I was in the moment, but once I’d come down from my high, I disconnected. I didn’t do commitment.
She focused on my face giving me a dreamy look that made me wonder if she was planning our wedding. That happened a lot—more times than I could count.
My relationships lasted a total of one night. Nothing more. I never made promises, apart from making them come and sending them home with a smile on their face.
“I don’t do relationships,” I confessed to clear the air.
She pulled her eyes from mine, her smile slowly turning into a frown. Fuck, I didn’t mean to upset her, but I wanted to make it clear. Hockey came first.
“It’s all good,” she said after a long pause. “Me either.” Samantha sat up and leaned forward to retrieve the sheet from the floor along with her thong. “I’m kinda busy with school, so don’t worry about it. This was fun.”
I nodded. “Yeah, it was.”
A small part of me wanted to ask for her number in case I wanted to see her again. But that was the strange thing about how I felt at the moment.
“I remember her,” I say to Romeo. “Best blow job I’ve ever had.”
He winks. “You never forget the good ones.”
“Sam works with Eden, you know… at Broad Street Beans.”
“Really?”
He nods. “They work a lot of the same shifts.”
She must have watched me walk into the coffee shop and sent Eden in her place.
But why?
We had a good time that night.
She knew the deal and was okay with nothing more than one night of sex.
Now, I need to find out why she’s avoiding me.
Chapter Six
Sam
Gripping the grocery bags in my hands, I reach into my pocket for the key to my father’s house. My fingers tremble as I flip through the ring, fumbling with each of them. Nerves rock through my body while I stare up at the row house where I grew up in the Mayfair section of Philadelphia.
I hate this house.
No, I despise this house.
And I hate what awaits me inside.
Every Saturday I have to confront my father. He’s an embarrassment, a poor excuse of a man, and can barely take care of himself. The bills are only ever paid on time because of me. There’s only ever food in the refrigerator because of me. And he’s the reason I have to work three jobs.
My father makes enough money working for the gas company that I don’t qualify for grants. But he spends it on beer and cards—the two loves of his life. Though, I did receive a partial scholarship for my grades, and it helps some, but not enough to make my tuition more affordable.