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“Can you believe what Daddy’s making me do? Yeah. And on top of that my stupid computer took a shit this morning and IT still hasn’t fixed it.”
I looked up from my place under the desk of Samantha Montgomery–the daughter of Mr. Scentmarkrr–with narrowed eyes. She was twirling her blonde hair around one finger and blowing bubbles with her gum every so often throughout the snarky conversation she was having on her cell. A conversation that she’d been having too loudly for me not to pay attention to.
“Tsk, no. I wish. If it were a piece of eye candy I wouldn’t be talking to you, Cindy.”
Samantha giggled before casting an eye of disinterest toward me. I held her gaze for a moment before I rolled my eyes and got back to my job fixing her fried motherboard.
How a fucking ditz like her managed to accomplish something like this is beyond me. Unless she was letting some of that supposed eye candy jack off on her tower after using her. Stupid fucking girl.
I was so distracted in my angry grumbling toward Samantha that I wasn’t paying attention to what I was doing and ended up shocking myself.
“Fuck!” I growled and yanked my hand back as I attempted to stand up before hitting my head on the underside of Samantha’s desk. “Motherfucker!”
“Don’t worry about it. That was just the IT girl,” Samantha said casually, as if she didn’t have an ounce of remorse for my clear pain. “I know what it sounds like but they’re not.” Samantha looked at me in my awkward crouched position with my finger in my mouth. “Just some dyke with a deep voice.”
Excuse me? What? My thoughts snapped as my eyes narrowed on this spoiled brat. The fuck did you just call me, you little bitch?
“Fuck you,” I said without thinking.
Samantha stopped swiveling in her chair and looked down at me with wide, surprised eyes. “What did you just say?”
It wasn’t my intention to start any trouble with someone that had as much influence and power as Samantha Montegomery, but I couldn’t hold my tongue at her crude description of me. The words cut deep and brought me back to a place and time that I thought I had escaped a long time ago. A world built on a broken caste system that always put people like Samantha at the top while people like me were thrown to the pit of the basement.
“You heard me,” I growled and held a hand up with my middle finger raised.
Samantha’s look of surprise narrowed while her full lips pursed. “I’m gonna have to call you back, Cindy,” she said and hung her phone up before pointing a finger at me. “You. Peasant. Come here.”
Who the fuck does this bitch think she is? Calling me a bull dyke one second and a peasant the next? Does she even live in reality or is everyone around this fucking princess just feeding into her delusions?
“I don’t answer to you, Ms. Montgomery,” I snapped.
I had no desire to sit in this cramped spot under her desk, a place that felt rather demeaning given the conversation at hand, but it was either that or crawl out and make her feel like she had given me a command that I was obeying–and I wouldn’t give this little bitch the satisfaction.
Samantha watched me with those cold blue eyes for several seconds before she spit her gum out, stuck it to the underside of her desk near my face and scooted her chair forward, neatly blocking me into the enclosed space. A moment later she reached out blindly to grab my short locks and the next thing I knew she was pulling me toward her so hard that I could feel a few stray hairs ripping out in her grasp before she held my head firmly between her thighs.
“You do today,” Samantha said in a throaty husk. She reached down to grab my jaw and opened my mouth before pushing my face so far between her legs that it was under her skirt and pressed right up against her panties. “Now lick your queen, peon.”
The reasonable adult in me wanted to push back against Samantha and escape her grasp–something that wouldn’t even be hard with our size difference–but that piece of me felt very quiet and far away with the other voice speaking up in my brain.
It was my inner sixteen year old whose voice was unrelenting in this situation. The one that had been bullied and harassed for being what I was and liking who I did. The same one that hated everything those mean girls did to her while also touching herself late at night thinking of those same girls pleasuring her.
To that kid this scenario was a long lost fantasy unfolding right before her eyes–and I couldn’t deny her the pleasure of fulfilling such a hidden desire finally coming true.
I closed my eyes and slipped my tongue out from my parted lips to touch the fabric of Samantha’s panties. In my head it wasn’t Samantha I was touching though, it was a girl from high school who always seemed to have it out for me. She was also a rich blonde bitch who thought the world revolved around her so the comparison wasn’t much of a leap in my head.
It wasn’t something I would have ever admitted, but this girl was my first crush. She was the first person I thought of when I would get the urge to get off, often with dirty, perverted fantasies that would devolve into delusional thoughts that a pairing like this could somehow lead to romance.
I’m a lot smarter than that silly naive girl. I mused as I drew in the scent of Samantha–pure omega, just as I had expected. I don’t think this is my true love or an epic romance waiting to happen. But I’m not stupid enough to turn down a fuck.
I took the skimpy string garment covering Samantha’s pussy in between my teeth and yanked the fabric apart so I could get a real whiff of her scent with a growl.
Especially with someone like Samantha Montgomery.
“There you go, peasant,” Samantha cooed and released my hair with one hand so she could run her palm along my jawline. “Lick me good now.”
I resisted the grip of her hand in my hair and looked up to meet Samantha’s eyes with a fiery stare. “My name’s not peasant. It’s Dylan.”
Samantha blinked in surprise, as if she had never heard this response. I watched in amusement for a moment before I closed my eyes and buried my face into her pussy eagerly.
Not for her pleasure though. I thought as I dove my tongue inside of her. For mine.
“Yes!” Samantha cried and grabbed my hair with both hands again. “Fuck, yes!”
I ignored the way that Samantha tried to guide my head where she wanted it and instead focused on carving my own path as I devoured her pussy. When she tried to pull me toward her clit I suckled on her lips or plunged my tongue in and out of her instead. And when she tried to push me away from her clit I only latched on harder and sucked until she was crying out.
“Fucking...asshole,” Samantha panted as she desperately attempted to make me do what she wanted.
It was becoming more fun to play this game the longer it went on. Especially when I could feel the desperation in Samantha’s shaky thighs and the weak grip of her hands the more I worked over her body and turned it to jelly under my touch.
“And you’re a little bitch,” I growled against the sopping wet folds of her pussy before taking her clit between my teeth and rolling my tongue over the hard, sensitive bud.
“Fuck,” Samantha squeaked while her body trembled against my face before she tightened her hands in my hair and panted, “I am. I’m such a little bitch.”
Actual recognition or a degradation kink? I thought wildly as I suckled on her clit–making Samantha thrash her legs around me. Who knows?
“Jesus, fuck!” Samantha cried as she desperately grabbed one of my hands and shoved it against her pussy. “Put something inside me if you’re gonna suck me like that.”
Not only did I take my hand back but I also ripped my head free from her grasp so I could set her with a stare. “Ask me nicely.”
Samantha’s normal haughty nature seemed to crumble under the hot stare I set her with. She didn’t tilt her chin in defiance or look down her nose at me. The opposite in fact. She stared at me from under her lashes with a pathetic pout on those plump, kissable lips of hers.
“Please?” she asked.
“Please what?” I spit on her pussy and rubbed her clit with three fingers in rough circles. “You’re not being specific enough.”
“Fuck. Fuck,” Samantha repeated under her breath like a mantra before she steadied her gaze on me with a fresh pout. “Please finger me?”
“Sure thing,” I said, nicely enough, before I slipped the three fingers I had been rubbing against her clit inside of her slick, tight channel abruptly.
Samantha let out a howl at this sudden intrusion inside of her. She scratched at my back and bucked her hips while she made strangled noises that sounded as if her body were fighting over which she liked more–the pain or the pleasure.
Not so high and mighty with half a hand in your pussy, are you? I smirked to myself while I watched my hand saw in and out of her for a few moments before I leaned in to suck her clit between my teeth again.
Samantha was helpless to hold back against the orgasm I literally forced from her body. She pulled at my hair and raked my back while she cried and moaned and shook and trembled. I liked pulling such a reaction from a woman who was known to be such a cold, tight bitch. It reminded me of who the powerful one really was here.
If we stripped away the societal hierarchy, the financial and professional advantages she had, and every other thing that separated us into two different classes, I was the real boss here. She was an omega, a body made for owning and breeding. I was an alpha, the one that was made to own her body and breed it for my pleasure.
I waited for the chants that Samantha was repeating to die down–a mix of curses, pleas to God and me along with a touch of incohesive moans–before I pulled my mouth away from her to catch my breath. Samantha took this motion as a sign that I was done and attempted to push me away while she shut her legs on my face. Even if I were done before, a whole new fire was just lit under my ass at this dismissal.
She sure forgets her lessons quick. Guess we gotta go back to school again.
I lifted my free hand and tore one thigh back far enough for me to burrow my face back into her pussy. At the same time my hand, which had stilled for the moment, began to saw in and out of Samantha with quick, hard thrusts against her G-spot.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Samantha asked in a high voice of surprise as she continued to try and push me away.
Just like her weak attempts to guide me earlier, I ignored Samantha’s hands and did what I wanted to her body. It was time that someone showed girls like this that they weren’t always going to get what they wanted from the world without any consequence. Every now and then the world is gonna take a little back from you.
“Too much! It’s too much!” Samantha whimpered and squirmed under my assaulting fingers and tongue helplessly.
I sucked her clit hard and long enough to get Samantha crying out in a broken squeak before I tore my face away from her pussy so I could glare up at her. “You wanted me so you’ll take what I give you. No matter how much it is.”
At those words I pulled my fingers nearly all the way out of her and lined my pinky up to fit in with the other three. Samantha looked at the junction of her thighs where I was planning to thrust all four fingers inside of her with a whimper. She didn’t protest or pull back when I made my descent inside of her though. On the contrary, actually, she pushed against my hand and wiggled her hips to fight all my digits inside of her.
Fuck that’s hot. I thought with a lick of my lips.
I was just about to ease my body in toward her, eager to taste her slit while my thick fingers fucked in and out of her hole, when Samantha’s cell rang. I narrowed my eyes on the device, wedged between her thigh and her chair, before I flicked my gaze up to her.
“Answer it,” I growled and fell forward on her pussy.
I didn’t give a fuck who was calling her or what they wanted, but if she thought I was going to stop fucking her pussy and shaping it for my use while she did, she had another thing coming. Nothing was going to stop me from having some fun now that I was here.
“H-Hello?” Samantha answered tentatively. Her voice immediately turned from the soft, cautious tone to a high, fake voice that grated on my nerves. “Oh! Hi, daddy. I wasn’t expecting to hear from you today.”
Knowing that it was Calvin Montgomery on the line made me laugh against Samantha’s pussy before I sucked her folds between my teeth and began to nibble on them.
“No. No, I haven’t been able to start yet. I know that-Yes.” Samantha’s nostrils flared before she slammed a hand on her desk and said, “Yes, Daddy, I know but this stupid IT girl hasn’t got my computer running yet.”
I flicked my eyes up to hers before I released her pussy from my maw, turned my head and bit down on the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. Samantha let out a yelp and tugged my hair as she glared down at me dangerously. I only smiled in response.
“No, Daddy, I’m fine. The help accidently stepped on my toe.” Samantha’s blue eyes burned into mine but I refused to be intimidated by a woman who was grinding her pussy into my mouth and against my hand. “No. No, it’s okay. I can handle them on my own.”
Oh can you now? I mused as I swirled my tongue all around her clit while my big hand pushed slow, deep strokes inside of her like I was trying to force her pussy open for me. You’re gonna be rethinking that when I rearrange your insides with my cock.
“I understand. As soon as she’s finished I’ll get right on those spreadsheets. Yes. Yes, I promise, Daddy, they’ll be in your inbox by Monday. Okay. Okay.” I could tell that Samantha was getting exasperated in her voice and the way she grabbed at my hair desperately, begging me with her body for me to fuck her faster, harder, more. “Yeah, you too. Bye.”
As soon as Samantha hung up the call she flung her phone across the room and grabbed my head with both hands before pushing my face as far against her pussy as she could.
“Oh, you are such a fucking asshole,” Samantha growled. “As soon as you make me cum you’re gonna fix this PC and get out of my goddamn sight. Do you understand?”
I hoped that Samantha could feel my smile against her skin before I lifted my face to show it to her.
“No,” I said simply and sucked on her clit so roughly it pulled a short, surprised scream from Samantha.
“Asshole,” she growled again and released her hands from my hair to rake her nails up and down my back.
I could feel those manicured claws digging through the thin layer of my shirt to my skin, surely leaving red trails where Samantha marked me in anger. All in all it just fueled me to go at her pussy even harder until she was closing her legs against my ears and shaking in my arms again.
This time I didn’t give Samantha any courtesy to let her come down from her orgasm. As soon as her slick nectar slipped between my fingers and pooled in my palm, I tore my hand from her and pushed her chair back from the desk so I could finally climb out from the cramped position she’d had me in.
I could see the daze in Samantha’s eyes from the cum I gave her, as if she couldn’t really see me past the pleasure she was panting through.
“Feel good?” I asked her in a throaty husk.
“Yeah,” Samantha murmured with a dreamy nod of her head.
“Good,” I said and reached down to unbuckle my belt and unzip the fly of my jeans. “Now it’s my turn.”
When I pulled my cock out for Samantha to see, it was already hard. The shaft jutted from my hips with my throbbing knot cradled in the bunched up fabric of my jeans and boxer briefs. I ran a hand along the head, so desperate for attention it was weeping precum.
Samantha took in the sight of me stroking my cock as I slowly stepped closer into her space with varying shades of expression. First there was surprise, then came intrigue and finally a hungry recognition that settled darkly in her blue eyes.
“If I would have known you were packing that with you, I would have been a lot nicer from the start,” Samantha said in a smoky murmur that got my dick twitching in my fist.
“Would you now?” I asked her with a smile in my voice before I leaned my hips up so my cock was right at Samantha’s mouth level. “Never too late to start you know.”
Samantha licked her lips and let her eyes fall to my cock with a hungry hum in her throat. “C’mere,” she murmured and grabbed the front of my jeans to pull me forward before engulfing the head of my cock between her plump lips.
I couldn’t even lie about how good it felt to have Samantha’s lips wrapped around my dick. She was clearly a professional of her craft and I was happy to take a moment, stretch my legs and lower back, and feel the wonderful warmth of her talented mouth working me.
“So,” I drawled as I sunk my hands into Samantha’s long, wavy blonde hair. “Daddy check up on you at work often?”
I could feel the huff from Samantha’s nostrils on the shaft of my cock at this question. Something told me this was going to be a topic that would irritate her and something about that thrilled me. Especially with my dick in her mouth. It was a dangerous game, sure, but the pay off would be so, so good.
“Yeah, that’s what I figured,” I mused as I tightened my hands in her hair and bucked my hips up into Samantha’s bobbing mouth. “You’ve always seemed like you’d be daddy’s little girl. Always doing whatever daddy says.”
The fire that flashed in Samantha’s eyes was so hot I could practically feel the heat emanating off of her. She peeled her lips back, revealing perfectly even, shiny white teeth that she grazed along the sensitive skin of my shaft before nipping my spongy head a little bit harder than what could be called playful.
This show of intimidation didn’t scare me though. If this was as mean as she could get after my taunting then I had no fear in how she would react to the other words I had on tap.
“That’s why you’re always fucking every guy that comes in here, huh?” I husked. “You’re just trying to find a new daddy to be proud of you and the little slut you are.”
The anger that was burning in Samantha’s eyes died out in an instant before drowning in lust.
Looks like I hit the nail right on the head.
“Well guess what, baby?” I asked her while a smug smile crept onto my lips. “You’ll never have to ask yourself who your daddy is ever again, ‘cause theyʼre right in front of you.”
My hips began to buck into Samantha’s mouth with quick, deep thrusts, so it was hard to tell if it was what I said or the way that I was using her that caused the reaction, but she absolutely melted. Her legs fell open and a hand crept down to touch her slick, greedy pussy while she attempted to bob up and down on my cock as I facefucked her. It was a moot attempt really, but she sure looked pretty with her watery eyes, smudged makeup and a line of drool slipping from her lips.
“You’re really determined to swallow this cock, aren’t you?” I asked her with an amused laugh under my breath.
Samantha nodded vigorously and attempted to say something around my dick but it was impossible to make out. Clearly no one had taught her not to talk with her mouth full.
“Show me and I’ll give you this big cock where you really want it,” I said before gripping my hand in her hair and easing her down on my shaft.
Samantha needed no coaching or coaxing to take all of my inches with glee. I could see in the way her eyes twinkled and smiled that she enjoyed showing off what she could do with that talented mouth when she wasn’t using it for gossip and throwing around barbed comments.
Once her lips were pressed snugly against my knot Samantha looked at me with a cock of her brow before she hummed in approval. It was her way of saying, ‘what do you think of that?’
“Not bad,” I murmured with a nod of my head. “But I think you can do a little better than that, don’t you?”
Samantha’s bright eyes dimmed for a moment as she dropped her gaze from my eyes down to what was right in front of her–my knot. I could feel her swallow against the head of my dick, making my shiver where I stood and push my dick further against her mouth. There was a panic that flashed in her gaze for a moment before it and the uncertainty were erased to make room for something new–pure, stubborn pride.
Somehow, Samantha unhinged her jaw and opened it even wider before she eased her mouth over my knot. My brows raised as I watched her, unable to believe that she had actually risen to my challenge, before I felt the entirety of my knot engulfed in her hot throat with the rest of my cock.
“Oh, fuck,” I growled and gripped her hair tight in my hands while I ground my hips against her stuffed mouth.
I lingered in that amazing feeling of this bratty princess’ mouth all wrapped up over every inch of my cock before I pulled my hips back with a sigh. There was a comical popping sound when my knot freed itself from Samantha’s mouth, but with the dazed and stricken state that my cock had put her in, she was unable to appreciate the humor.
Probably for the best. Wouldn’t want to take away from the moment, after all.
“I’ve never done that before,” Samantha said in a voice that was between awe and surprise.
“And I’ve never felt that before,” I said with a bark of laughter. “So we’re both virgins in that aspect.”
Samantha threw me a sly look and wrapped a hand around the base of my cock. “I haven’t been a virgin in a long time,” she purred as she spun in her chair so she could lead my cock between her legs.
“Me either,” I husked.
“That’s good, because I don’t need a virgin right now,” Samantha said while her needy hips bucked against my cock.
“No, you need a daddy,” I agreed as I placed my big hands on Samantha’s inner thighs and pushed them as far apart as they would go before driving my cock inside of her abruptly.
“Oh, holy fuck,” Samantha cried out and grabbed at my back with clawed hands.
“Yeah, you’ll get that too,” I said while my hips rocked against her, reminding her pussy of the thick knot that had just been in her throat moments before. “But first I want you to tell Daddy how much you wanna be fucked. Tell me how much you want this cock.”
“Fuck, Daddy, I need it,” Samantha mewled and threw her feet up on her desk so she could give me better leverage to pound her pussy. “I need that big alpha cock all the way inside my pussy.”
“All the way, hm?” I hummed thoughtfully and ground my knot harder against her slick lips. “What a greedy little girl you are.”
“I am greedy,” Samantha readily agreed and dug her fingers into my back while grinding against my dick. “I’m just a desperate slut that needs to get fucked.”
“You sure sound like it, but how can I be sure,” I replied, my voice low and taunting as I rocked into her with shallow thrusts.
“Please, Daddy?” Samantha cooed, easily rising to my challenge by reaching down to spread her lips apart so we could both see the way my knot was pushing at her. “Don’t you wanna bury yourself inside this tight little hole?”
Fuck yes I do.
I didn’t justify Samantha with a response. She didn’t deserve one. She only deserved to get dicked down like she was begging for.
With a rough shove of my hips I pushed my knot past Samantha’s lips and into her hot pussy. She let out another scream and grabbed at my back in a way that was sure to draw blood and maybe even tear my shirt apart. That was the furthest thing on my mind though.
The only thing I could even remotely think of was how good it felt to have her slick, tight channel squeezing and gripping at my knot and how much I needed to focus if I didn’t want to nut right now and ruin everything.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Samantha babbled in what was becoming a familiar mantra while her legs clumsily wrapped themselves around my lower back to lock me in place–as if I were going anywhere.
“How’s it feel to have me all the way in?” I husked against Samantha’s ear before I nipped the lobe sharply.
“Pretty goddamn good,” Samantha mewled and rocked her body against mine, causing my knot to push and pull against her tight walls deliciously. “Howʼs it feel to be inside me?”
I hummed and ground my hips against hers roughly. “Pretty goddamn good. So good in fact...” I yanked my hips back, abruptly dislodging my knot from Samantha, and growled, “I wanna feel it all over again.”
Samantha let out a noise like the air had just been knocked out of her when I pulled my knot free from her tight channel. Her blue eyes went wide as saucers and her mouth fell open in a near silent scream of pleasurable agony.
Then I shoved myself back inside of her hot, tight cunt so I could feel the explosion of warmth around me, the grip of her muscles milking my knot, begging for my cum inside of her.
“Fuck...” Samantha whimpered as she gripped my body with her limbs as hard as she could.
My hands slipped down from Samantha’s hips to cup her shapely ass before I squeezed it generously. “That’s how you really like it, huh? You want a big alpha knot fucking your pussy?”
“F-Fuck. I don’t know if I can ag-”
I didn’t give Samantha the courtesy to finish her sentence before I was jerking myself back out of her with a grunt. She thrashed her hips against my dick, as if she were seeking the thing that she was already missing before I gave her what she wanted and shoved my thick knot back in. Her whole body fell against me with a convulsion and shudder before she looked up at me with eyes that told me I had unlocked some deep, primal want inside of her that she wouldn’t be able to erase from her memory.
“Do it again,” Samantha rasped against the skin of my throat between sloppy, open mouthed kisses to my neck.
I wasn’t one to take orders from Samantha Montgomery, something that I had made all too clear, but I was already too hot, too high, not to want to do exactly what she was demanding of me.
So fucking hot. I thought as I watched my knot pop free from Samantha’s pussy for the third time. Instead of pushing right back into her however, I gripped her ass in both hands and rocketed my cock in and out, letting her feel the full length of my shaft before I dove back into her with my full knot one last time.
“Fuck,” I breathed and bit Samantha’s neck unconsciously with a growl.
“Don’t leave a mark,” she gasped and reached up to grab my hair.
My growl intensified against Samantha’s skin before I dug my teeth into her until I felt a surge of blood touch my tongue. I licked the spot on her with another possessive growl before I flicked my eyes up to Samantha’s and bared my teeth so she could see the flecks of her blood against my lips.
“I’ll do whatever I want to you,” I said and dipped my head back to her neck to suck on the inflamed patch of skin while my hips bucked and pushed my cock deeper into the furrow of Samantha’s womb.
“Yes, Daddy. Whatever you want,” Samantha moaned and writhed against me. “Just don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
“Not until you cover my cock in your cum, baby,” I murmured.
Samantha took her bottom lip between her teeth and shook her head. “Not yet. I wanna feel you cum inside me first.”
I was obviously planning on cumming inside of Samantha, but hearing her tell me that was what she wanted made my balls tighten so suddenly I had to grit my teeth to stop myself from spurting.
“You want me to pump my seed in you and fill your belly full of cum?” I growled next to her ear. “Is that it?”
Samantha nodded enthusiastically. “Yes!”
I chuckled darkly and took the lobe of her ear between my teeth with a bite. Something about feeling her skin between my teeth, soft and warm and so fragile, made my dick twitch and my balls tighten.
“You really are an omega, aren’t you?” I murmured. “Just a poor little omega bitch that needs to be bred.”
“Uh-huh,” Samantha uttered.
I could feel that my orgasm was right there, right on the verge but I didn’t want to give it to her. Not yet.
“What a pathetic little slut. Can’t even cum without a big load in her,” I grunted and bucked into her as hard and rough as I could.
Samantha whimpered and clenched her legs around my waist tighter. “I can’t.”
“I wonder...” I trailed off before I pulled back from Samantha and dislodged my knot from the depths of her tight gripping pussy before I slipped out of her completely, pushed her tailored shirt up and laid my slick covered cock on her belly. “What if I just cum right here instead?”
Samantha stared at the sight of my cock on her belly for several seconds with half lidded eyes before a high growl erupted past her lips and she gripped me by the base of my cock.
My eyes widened at the sound Samantha made, like some kind of hellcat warning me off with a hiss, as I watched her guide me back inside her effortlessly.
The way that I fit inside of her so easily, as if I was already made to fuck this pussy, sent a shiver down my back. It was nothing to the way every nerve stood on end when she roughly shoved my knot back inside of her until she was full with me again, however.
“Oh, holy fuck,” I grunted and bucked my hips erratically as the sensation that I had been trying to stave off finally overtook me at the feeling of being consumed in Samantha’s warmth again.
“Yes!” Samantha cried and pulled me into her with her ankles wrapped around my lower back. “Fuck yes! Fill me, Daddy. Give me all your pups. Knock me up.”
“Fuck,” I growled and bucked my hips shallowly as the cum drained out of me in endless ropes.
Samantha seemed to enjoy the feeling of me cumming almost more than I did. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she wore such a wide, happy smile that she almost looked deranged. This only lasted for half a second before her expression suddenly changed to surprise before she drew in a deep inhale of breath.
“Ah!” Samantha said in a high, thin cry before she dropped her face to my shoulder and bit down with iron clamped jaws.
“Fuck!” I yelped and grabbed at her hair to try and pry her off.
Samantha was locked on though, and I could feel her teeth pressing hard enough to break the skin. There was a wild sort of adrenaline that flew through my body to accompany the pain of Samantha’s bite. It mixed together with my orgasm high to make a heady cocktail that I lingered in.
I could get used to a place like this.
Eventually, Samantha released me from her maw with a sigh and a lick of her lips. Her eyes were dark and hard to read when I met them but that didn’t stop me from leaning in and pushing my lips against her in a hungry kiss.
“You know,” Samantha said against my lips breathlessly before she pulled back enough for me to see the playful light dancing in her blue eyes. “It’s a shame you never got to fix my computer. I guess you’ll have to come back for the rest of the week to work on it.”
“Oh darn,” I said in mock disappointment before I attacked Samantha’s lips with kisses that got both of us moaning against each other.
I’m nowhere as naive as that stupid girl I used to be. The one with all those delusional fantasies about love and mates and all that romantic bullshit. I brushed away a stray lock of Samantha’s blonde hair with a grin before I kissed her nose, pulling the most beautiful giggle out of her. But there’s no way that I’d say no to making this one time thing more than one time.