“Oh, god, Trace,” Samantha moaned, gasping as she ground herself against his tongue.

So fucking good, Trace thought as he dropped his hand away so that he could wrap it around his cock as he continued licking her, imagining how it was going to feel to slide his cock inside her. Over the past two weeks, he’d imagined what it would feel like to fuck her and now, he was done thinking about it.

Sliding his tongue inside her one last time, Trace stood up, licking his lips hungrily as he moved closer, lining his cock between her legs so that the tip was pressed against her wet slit. Unable to help himself, he slowly stroked himself, watching as the move caused the tip to brush against her, earning a moan from his wife.

He watched as the tip moved against her, sliding down along her slit only to slide back up as the move coated the tip until he was sliding it between her lips and-

Found himself pushing inside his wife.

“That feels so good,” his wife groaned as he stood there, watching as his cock slowly disappeared inside his wife.

Grabbing hold of the edge of the table, he continued to roll his hips, feeding his cock slowly into his wife as he felt her wet sheath tighten around him. She was so tight, so fucking hot, and so incredibly wet, he thought as he pushed the last inch inside her until he felt his balls brush against her soft bottom.

A groan escaped him as he found his head dropping back as he stood there, allowing himself to enjoy the feel of his wife wrapped tightly around him as he fought for control. She felt so good, he thought, groaning as he felt his wife shift seconds before he felt her fingers thread through his hair and she was pulling him down for another kiss.

Placing his hands on the table on either side of her, he leaned down so that he could kiss her as he slowly pulled back only to roll his hips and pushed back inside her.

“Is that good, wife?” he whispered as he did it again.

“God, yes,” she moaned against his lips.

As he kissed her, Trace found himself focusing on every sensation from the feel of her soft lips encasing him to the way that it felt to slide past her entrance, the way her walls gripped him, wrapping his cock tightly in a wet caress as the tip slid back and forth, every pull back teased the underside of his cock with a perfect stroke, and every push back ended with the perfect wet caress of his cock.

He’d never felt anything like this before, Trace thought as he felt his wife run her hands over him, running over his chest, down his stomach, around his back and finally, over his ass, giving it a squeeze as she pulled him tightly against her.

“What do you want, wife?” he asked, breaking off the kiss so that he could watch her as he continued to fuck her.

With a teasing smile that nearly had his legs buckling, she pressed a kiss against his chin before laying back down on the table. He watched the way that she licked her lips hungrily, the way that her large breasts jiggled with every thrust, the way that she slid her hand down her stomach, drawing his attention to what he was doing and-

Had his jaw clenching tightly as he watched her run her fingers between her legs until they found the little pink nub that had teased his cock. As he worked his cock inside her, she teased herself, somehow making her sheathe wetter and tighter. Every teasing caress of her fingers brushed against his cock, adding pleasure that had his balls pulling up tight and had him fucking her harder and faster until he felt her walls suddenly contract around him, threatening to break his cock in two. His thrusts became unsteady as he struggled to hold back only to lose control when her back suddenly bowed off the table and she screamed his name as hers left his lips in a prayer.

Chapter 38

“We should go inside,” Samantha said, only to moan when Trace pressed a kiss against her neck as she felt his fingers slide back inside her.

“I like it out here,” Trace said as he shifted behind her on the cot so that she could feel just how much he liked it as he slowly continued fingering her.

“I figured as much,” she said, feeling her lips twitch only to groan when she felt his cock slide back inside her as his fingers went back to teasing her clit, something that he’d become obsessed with since she’d showed him how much she liked it.

He’d been a virgin before tonight, but she hadn’t said anything because even with that being said, she’d still enjoyed every kiss, lingering touch, and caress. He’d taken his time as though he was working off a list of things that he wanted to do with her and was afraid that he’d miss something. He’d made sure that he got every touch, caress, and thrust perfect. It had given her a chance to get used to his size. He was large, very large, and god, did he feel good.

“You feel so good, wife,” he said, his accent becoming thicker with every thrust back inside her, something that she noticed happened whenever she touched him.

She opened her mouth to respond only to find herself moaning and grabbing hold of the old brown blanket he’d placed on the cot to try to make it more comfortable for her as she pushed back against him, enjoying the way that he felt as he slid back inside her. She’d never had sex so many times in one night before, never thought it was possible, and she’d never enjoyed sex this much.

With Craig, it had been awkward and over before she knew it, barely giving her enough time to fake interest, but with Trace…

She couldn’t seem to get enough of him.

She was exhausted, every muscle in her body was sore, her voice was raw from screaming his name, and she was pretty sure that she would die if he stopped touching her. Her grip on the old brown blanket tightened as he pressed tightly against her, gently rocking her with every roll of his hips as the sounds of the cot creaking in cadence to his thrusts echoed throughout the small cottage only to be drowned out by the sounds of their moans.

He felt so good, Samantha thought as he ground himself inside her as he kissed the back of her neck while his fingers slowly circled her clit, teasing it as he pulled back and she suddenly found herself laying on her stomach and her hips pulled back until she was on her knees. She felt Trace shift behind her and then he was slowly sliding back inside her with a groan.

For several minutes, she laid there, hands fisting in the blanket as he slowly fucked her, his cock sliding inside her only to be pulled back until just the tip was inside her and then he-

Tore another scream from her, leaving her throat raw as his grip tightened around her hips and he was groaning her name with one last roll of his hips before she found herself dropping back on the cot with a satisfied sigh while her eyes slowly slid shut when exhaustion finally took over.

When she opened her eyes sometime later, it took her a moment to remember where she was and once she did, Samantha couldn’t help but smile. Her smile softened when she spotted Trace standing near the fireplace, watching the fire as it consumed a log, and-

Tags: R.L. Mathewson Pyte/Sentinel Fantasy
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