Chapter 17

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10:32 PM FRIDAY

The rings of smoke I’m blowing grow so big that they’re almost able to fit completely around her tits by the time they reach her. Instead, they crash against her soft, sandy colored skin like waves gently crashing against the shore.

She leans forward and takes the head of my cock between her lips again. My thighs and knees twitch at the touch.

Her nails glide over the skin of my legs and grab onto my arse. He nails press firmly against my skin while she uses me as leverage to force my cock deeper down her throat.

The bubbling noise from the bong at my lips begins to drown out the soft gagging noises coming from her for a brief moment.

I inhale sharply and breathe in the hooka that was left behind.

Her grip on my arse loosens, and I look down in time to see her slowly releasing my dick from her welcoming mouth.

She inhales sharply herself—now that her throat isn’t blocked by my cock—and looks up at me with her hungry eyes.

A line of spit trails from the tip of my cock to her lips that she quickly sucks up.

By God in fucking Heaven, this woman is amazing.

A man has not lived until he has seen a woman like Sammi fucking Brighton with her lips around his cock.

I look up to the ceiling and let a long stream of smoke out from my lips.

Sammi grabs the bong from me and takes a sharp inhale of her own.

I look down just in time to see her blow a couple of smoke rings over my cock.

She leans forward just enough so that the tip of my cock is resting against her bottom lip.

“So, how do I look with your cock in my mouth?”

Her lips part and slide over the head of my dick. Her tongue swirls and maneuvers around me like I’m her own personal lollipop.

Which—let’s face it, mate—I totally am.

There is no way I’m ever going to tell Sams that she can’t have my cock whenever she wants it.

“You look so fucking sexy.”

She smiles and slides more of me into her throat.

I grab the bong from her and bring it to my lips again.

Sams takes the opportunity to cup my balls in one hand and stroke my slick cock with the other.

I have never met a woman that can handle a cock quite like Sammi. That woman’s knowledge of how to turn a man into pudding using her hands and tongue is like a gift from God.

I fumble as I set the bong down behind me somewhere. I don’t really care if it falls over. I just need my hands free.

The slurping and sucking noises coming from her lips on my cock fill our small room, and I’m pretty sure that those outside can even hear it. Even over all the slot machines and idle chatter.

Fuck it. Let them enjoy it.

I feel this clench in the pit of my stomach just as I feel this ever-familiar chill in the base of spine.

The muscles in my thighs flex and tighten. Even my breathing turns shallow.

I’m so fucking close to the ledge of the abyss that I can reach out and grab it.

There is a growl that comes from up from inside that I didn’t even realize I was capable of making.

I stop everything. I push myself away from the open arms of release.

I reach down and pull Sammi up from the velvet furniture.

My hands take her face, and I pull her lips to mine.

I can taste myself on her tongue. It makes the hunger that I have to indulge in her sweetness climb to new heights.

“I need you to taste me.” Her voice is low—husky, even—and her eyes dance with lust.

I’m more than happy to oblige.

Hell, I’m outright craving it at this point.

My hands push her dress up from her waist.

Sams sits and lies back in the love seat, her eyes watching me as I pull my shirt off. Her thumbs slide under the waist of her black, lacy panties. She bites down on her lower lip.

The lust and want coming from us both are tangible. But then, it is always is when we’re together. Almost as if a cosmic force beyond mortal comprehension keeps pushing us together.

I soak in the image of her lying there. Her body is flawless.

The flicking flames of the candles adorning the room have shadows dancing wondrously upon her warm flesh. The inside of her thighs gleam in the dim light from her desire.

Neither Aphrodite nor Helen of Troy could have ever hoped to match her beauty.

It’s a sight I never tire of. Nor could I.

And the best part of it all?

She is all mine.

I slip down in between her thighs. My hands slide along the length of her legs with a light touch.

My tongue slides out over my lips as I draw closer to her.

Sammi’s scent fills me, and my cock throbs against the velvet beneath us of its own accord.

I slide my tongue along the inside of her thighs first.

She tastes of strawberries and honey. It’s a taste that I have developed an insatiable craving for.

The soft moans that come from her lips spur me onward.

I kiss her through the wet fabric until my lips are covered in her.

My hands reach up over her legs, and I grab the lace. It doesn’t take much effort on my part to rip the black fabric from her body.

There is a sharp inhale from her.

A hungry moan follows when my tongue slides in between the folds of her wet cunt.

I hum against her and move my tongue along the underside of her clit. Her hands move through my hair and grab on tightly. My tongue flicks at her clit firmly.

She pulls on a fistful of my hair and moans as reward.

I’m having to hold her firmly against the cushions. She begins to squirm beneath me at every lick of my tongue.

“Don’t stop.”

I don’t.

After all these years, I’ve learned exactly what it is that gets Sammi going. I know where to kiss. Where to lick. Where to suck.

I know the rhythm and tempo needed to send her crashing against the waves of ecstasy. I know it all.

Every last detail of her wants, needs, and desires are known to me as I know my own.

She never remembers any of it, mind you, but she will this time.

We are getting married, after all.

My intimate knowledge of her body pushes her over, and she succumbs to me.

I can feel her flood over my lips and tongue. Her taste fills me.

Eagerly, I lick at all of her. Every last drop that comes from her will be mine.

Her grip on my hair tightens, and she lifts my face from between her thighs so that our eyes can meet.

“Give me your cock. Fuck me. Now.”

It sounds more like a desperate plea than an order.

It sounds fucking hot regardless.

I stand from behind her legs. She rolls over onto her stomach.

My hands grab her by the waist and lift her up onto her knees.

The base of my cock pulsates in my hand before my fingers even close around it.

We both inhale sharply as I slip the head of my cock inside her.

She is so incredibly hot, wet, and tight that I feel like I might cum right here and now.

There is no easing into things.

I’m thrusting into her so hard that the sound of our flesh slapping against each other floods the room. And she feels so good that I can’t even control the moans and growls I’m letting out.

I’m grabbing her waist tighter and tighter with one hand. My other is wrapping her hair around my forearm and wrist.

I’m pushing her face down against the soft cushion with every thrust.

She’s on the verge of screaming out my name, but she bites down on her lip to stop herself.

I do no such thing. I let it all out.

“You keep this up, we’ll be caught,” she pants.

I laugh.

Or rather, I want to.

Instead, I’m letting out this hushed growl as if I’m issuing a challenge to anyone to come watch.

“Fuck it. Let them watch. Let them watch you cum all over my fucking cock.”

I don’t know if it was my words, the way I said them, or just me hitting the right spot. But Sammi does something that has never happened before. Even after all these years, she’s still able to throw in a curve ball that I never see coming.

There is a clench within her that clamps down over my cock that almost feels like she’s going to break it in half. It’s like her body is trying to force me from her.

And—as much as I want to keep fucking her—it kind of hurts in a not-so-good way.

I slip out of her and step back.

And out comes this incredible geyser like Old Faithful.

Now, I’ve gotten Sammi wet enough that she was dripping. I’ve had things get pretty wet from fucking. But I’ve never made her squirt across a fucking room like this before.

It’s one part comical and one part impressive.

Normally, this wouldn’t be a fucking issue for us. Maybe throw in a joke or two and get back to fucking.

Nope, not this time.

Why not?

Well, here it is mate.

Sammi’s explosion not only clears the fucking room, but it also happens to hit an unwelcome guest right in the face.

Remember that mafia guy that Percy was sitting with earlier?

Yeah, it’s him.

Does he look as impressed as I do at Sammi’s feat of waterworks?

Not one fucking bit.

“Well, isn’t this awkward,” I say with a half-hearted chuckle.