“Listen, I would never do anything to jeopardize this. Jeopardize us.

“Well, my thought process was simple: property doesn’t cheat.”

“I get that, but you want to know what I think?” she asks as she begins to take her clothes off.

“Yes,” I say, swallowing thickly.

“The woman who was meant for you wouldn’t do you dirty like that. She’d be your ride or die bitch. She’d put you above all others and never let you forget she knows how lucky she is. She’d rather die than take another man’s cock. She’d be the best thing that ever happened to you. She’d know what you needed before you did. She’d please you as no other woman could. She’d be the one you want to carry your children. She’d be the only person who knows you inside and out. She’d know your deepest fears and darkest secrets. You wanna know why they strayed and with your piece of shit of brother no less?” she says. My heart swells with her words. Who the fuck am I? Her gorgeous body is on display for me, and I reach out to touch her. I grip her hips and bring her close to me.

“No. Why would she do that?” I ask.

“It’s simple because she knew that you were waiting for someone else. Someone better than her. Someone who knows that those who seek to take what’s not theirs are not worthy of them. Lastly, she knew you needed someone who can take everything you can give.”

“And who is that woman?” I ask, already knowing the answer, but I want her to say it.

“She is me. I am the one made just for you. You knew it when you bought me, and you believe it even more now.”

“I do,” I tell her before leaning down to kiss her.

“Now, let’s execute this contract. Own me completely.”

“Fuck,” I growl. I’ve never stripped so fucking fast in my life. I watch as she climbs onto the bed and spreads her legs for me. “Oh, no, peaches. We’re taking this slow. I want to savor you.”

“You can savor me later. You have no idea how much I need you. We’ve been going slow for three months now. I’m tired of going slow. Just this first time, please do it.” I smirk at her. The poor girl doesn’t know what she’s asking for, what she’d be missing out on. So, just this once, I ignore her wishes. Climbing on top of her, I kiss her, sucking on her lips and tongue before moving down her body. Her tight nipples are just begging to be sucked. I pull one peak into my move and suck it hard while pinching the other one lightly, then switch. She writhes under me, and my dick is leaking on the bed. Kissing down her body, I reach her pussy. She’s wet. So fucking wet. I don’t know how I am ever going to last. I coax her cunt open with my tongue and thumbs. That first taste of her pussy juice is too much. Just knowing that I am the first man to have my face buried in her priceless snatch makes me crazy. I feel like I am planting a flag, claiming her in my name as I rub her clit and have my finger in her shallowly.

“Fuck, you taste so sweet,” I say. I can feel her juices coating my beard. I lick my lips and move back up her body. Kissing her, I let her taste herself.

“Stop teasing me, Samson. I need something. Anything. I feel so empty.”

“I’ll fill you so full, peaches. Just you wait.”

I grip my dripping cock and stroke it a few times to calm down before slowly sliding into her. I move painstakingly slow in her. When I reach her cherry, I lean down and kiss her.

“Samson? What are you waiting for?” she asks, wiggling a little.

“You ready?”

Chapter Six

“You have no idea what kind of fantasy fuckfest scenarios you inspire. My dick’s never gonna go down. You own that motherfucker.” -SM.

Riley

He pushes past my innocence with his huge cock, and I’m no longer a virgin. Then he starts to move, and I can’t breathe, or maybe I’m breathing too much. I can’t tell which. I feel him in every part of my soul.

“Samson,” I cry, desperately reaching for something only he can give me.

“Come for me, Riley. Let me feel you,” he demands. I reach between us and rub my clit the way I like. I can’t even remember how many times I touched myself while thinking about him for the last three months, but I learned what I liked. It doesn’t take long before I am coming. I feel like I’m flying. I think he’s done, but then he pulls out and moves my leg, lifting it, so it’s straight up in the air. He kind of looks like he is doing push-ups but using his dick instead of his hands. He’s like an animal or a machine. He knows what he’s doing, and I can’t complain. He thrusts and thrusts and thrusts, never tiring. I come over and over and over again, losing track of just how many orgasms I have. When he starts coming, I think he won’t stop.

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