Chapter 30

Lock

2:17 AM THREE YEARS AGO

“Mmmm,” Sammi moans as I pull my fingers from her dripping pussy. I stare deep into her green eyes as my cock throbs hard for her sweet, little cunt.

No woman has had this effect on me before, but Sammi fucking Brighton has me under her spell. Any mate would tell me I’m loony, but I mean it.

“I want you, Lachlan!” she cries out.

What else am I to do but deliver the lady what she’s ordered?

As we’re standing face to face, I position my cock right at her slick little hole and look her right in the eyes as I slide myself inside her.

The suspense all leading up to this moment was all so incredibly worth it.

Her tight little pussy has my head all fuzzy as I thrust in and out of her. She just feels so fucking good. And her little moans and whimpers are driving me even more wild.

I pump in and out ferociously. I’ve never had a more euphoric experience with anyone. Here I am, latched to the first girl I flirted with at this conference, and I’m perfectly okay with that.

Sammi pushes me down forcefully onto the table behind me. I take her lead and slip out of her to scoot up on the furniture.

Quickly, she climbs over me and shoves my cock back into her pussy, full force and full length. I nearly cum right then and there.

Sammi rocks her hips back and forth, all while grinding her pussy against my body, stimulating my throbbing cock inside of her. She grabs her tits and tosses her head back, moaning wildly.

I stare at her face and then to the ceiling above us. Three dimensional hammerheads are swimming all about, creating such perfect fucking ambience to an already amazing moment.

Sammi’s face stays extended upward, marveling at the view herself.

“God. It’s a fucking shame this isn’t a reality for us. Why can’t we just see this view in person?” Sammi comments.

“Well, you know, doll. People just aren’t taking care of the planet. And that affects the fuck out of the oceans we work so hard to study and protect. It’s a damn shame, ain’t it?”

“Yes! It really is!” Sammi says, excitedly as slaps down on my chest still grinding those hips against me. Her pussy is so satisfying, I barely feel the sting.

“We need to come up with a global plan to save the oceans. The ocean life should look like that projection above us! Not some bullshit dumpster,” I suggest.

“Ooh! We can totally do that. Samira and Lachlan save the fucking oceans together. I love the sound of that,” Sammi continues, her words growing much more…sultry with each breath.

She’s close. And so am I.

“Let’s save the fucking oceans, Sammi! Let’s do it!” I shout as I thrust into her from below. Her pussy tightens and relaxes around my cock.

“Aaaahhhhh!” she screams, gushing cum all over my dick. Who knew that a new Save the Fucking Whales campaign would get this girl off. But it actually did.

Sammi fucking Brighton, the most passionate marine biologist on the goddamn planet.

As she pants and winces on my cock, I thrust into her a good few more times before finally, I erupt as well, unloading streams of cum all into her wet cunt. Her eyes widen and pierce through me as the last load glides itself deep inside her pussy.

My mind clears, and I sit up as Sammi lifts herself off of me. I push her messy, dark hair out of her face and tuck it behind her ear.

She really is a gorgeous gal. I can’t believe my small talk with her through the night got us to this very moment.

Shit, I’m still pretty damn sure this is all in my head and that I’ll wake up in the morning wishing I’d talked to her the moment I saw her.

“Lachlan?” she says, getting my attention. Apparently, we’re back to a full first name basis. Good to know.

“Yes, Samira?” I return.

“I hope I don’t forget this,” she admits in her hazy, post-orgasmic, drunken state.

“Don’t worry, babe. You won’t.”

“But how do youuu know? You don’t know me and my friend Jose very well,” she goes on and starts giggling to herself. She’s so fucking cute I can’t help but chuckle with her.

I trace her hair line with my finger and turn her around, laying her head in my lap, just admiring and petting her.

“That may be true, but I know this was fucking special,” I say. I’m trying not to get too into this. After all, we did just meet.

“It really was. Thank you so much for being my company all night. I’ve never been to one of these before. I was just so nervous, I guess.”

“Trust me, hon. You’re fine. You’ve been amazing company to me, as well. And I can’t wait to talk with you even more after the conference. Can I give you my number?” I ask, like we’re back to being awkward teenagers after a kiss during a game of spin the bottle.

“Yeah! Fuck, yeah! And I’m gonna call you as soon as I’m back home and settled. We can check up on each other and shit,” she says, still very insistently drunk.

“Fantastic. Hand me your cell, and I’ll add myself in,” I tell her. She slaps her hand around the table and doesn’t find it.

“Hold on,” she says.

Sammi gets off the table and fishes through her purse on the floor to grab her phone.

“Aha!” she shouts as she holds it up above her head. Again, cute. But drunk.

I take the cell from her hand and add my number and my name into her contacts. I’m damn giddy that I’ve just made such a great connection with this gal. But I’m doing my best to not seem over-enthusiastic.

“There you are, babe. I’m all in. Just shoot me a text when you’re up for it, eh?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely!” she assures me. “I want to thank you, Lock.”

“Thank me? For what exactly?”

“For being here. For spending the last few hours with me. And especially for that cock. Holy mother fuck, that cock!” she starts spieling on.

And here we go with the monster cock comments. If I’ve heard them once, I’ve heard them a million times.

“That cock is so fucking huge. Like…I won’t forget that cock, right? How the fuck could I?”

“I certainly would hope not. And even if you did, I definitely won’t forget tonight,” I reply.

“You mean that?” she says in a high-pitched, sweet voice. I’ve tickled her once again.

“Of course I mean that. Say, how about you give me your number as well, just in case?” I try to suggest. By the time I actually get the words out, Sammi is off the table, darting for the restroom.

Shit.

Well, there’s no way she’d blank on a night like this. It’s too fucking significant.

I head over to the bathrooms myself, making sure she doesn’t pass out naked in one of them and embarrass herself in the morning. Despite the discomfort it brings me, I walk in to the ladies’ room.

There she is, on the floor, praying to a toilet.

“Come on, babe. Let’s get you back to your hotel,” I coerce her as I peel her off the cold, tile floor. She grunts and nods.

I hold her stable and walk us back to the hammerhead room, much to my own dismay, getting her clothes back on her.

As I care for her and hail us a taxi, she says one more time before her words turn into exhausted babbling noises, “I really hope I don’t forget tonight. You’re the most amazing man I’ve ever met, and I deserve to remember that.”

“You will, doll. You will,” I say, kissing her forehead before easing us into our cab.