"Why? Can't wait?" Sam asked, while stroking Beatrice's knees. Making the girl even more restless as she closed her eyes. "You have to wait if that's the case. There's something I want to do here." He lowered himself further and kissed the exposed area down there. "So tempting, asking me to lick you." Each word carried a breath that tickled Beatrice's femininity. Making the girl grip the sheets tightly.
"Samuel!"
That moan coincided with the tip of Sam's tongue licking the entire core of Beatrice. Opening the folds of her womanhood with his fingers. After that, he licked the already wet insides tirelessly, without getting tired of playing there. Occasionally, he targeted Beatrice's clitoris with a slow suck, but it made the woman squirm in restlessness. Sam even had to hold Beatrice's stomach to keep her from moving too much.
Sometimes, Sam also held Beatrice's legs open wide. He briefly sucked on his fingers before directing them inside Beatrice's womanhood. And that moan filled her room along with the sound of Sam's palm.
"Sam, oh! That!" Beatrice was truly overwhelmed. "Ah!" Her back arched as Sam's fingers moved in and out with a rhythm that drove her crazy. Not to mention the suck he received on her clitoris. The two sensations simultaneously aroused her to the point where she couldn't hold back. "I... Sam... I'm going to climax!"
"Ehm?!" Sam didn't pay much attention to Beatrice's words. Instead, he awaited the moment when it would come, making him stir even more vigorously inside. Sometimes a bit rough, sometimes gentle, until he felt the hole starting to pulsate and squeeze. His fingers continued to relentlessly stroke, making the owner of the sacred passage moan helplessly. Ah... Sam couldn't wait. He wanted to feel the climax approaching Beatrice with his own.
That's what he did.
"Sam!" Beatrice stared in disbelief as that movement suddenly disappeared from the sensation that enveloped her. Meanwhile, Sam smiled faintly. He withdrew his fingers and ended the game. Choosing to enter Beatrice with his manhood instead. He teased the tip against Beatrice's already very wet womanhood. Which was undoubtedly warm and tight for Sam's liking?
"Ah!" Beatrice couldn't wait anymore. "..."
"Why?" Sam deliberately paused for a moment before doing what he intended to do. The pleading expression on Beatrice's face below him made him feel so powerful. "What do you want, huh?"
"Ehm!" The teasing touch of Sam's manhood was torture for her body, which yearned for every touch of Sam. Especially when Sam fully entered her. There were nights when she remembered the hot nights they had spent together. Especially the nights intertwined with the sea breeze.
Ah... Beatrice missed that atmosphere.
"What do you want, huh?" Sam couldn't hold back anymore, but he still wanted to control Beatrice. He wouldn't give in easily, even though he desperately wanted to ravish Beatrice. But no. He wouldn't do that with Beatrice. His girl had to receive a different treatment from the women who had been in his life. Sometimes he inserted the tip of his manhood into Beatrice's sacred passage, but not completely.
Truly a torturous tease.
"Sam," Beatrice pleaded with a helpless gaze. She cupped Sam's face to bring him closer and gave him an intense, passionate kiss. It was a form of frustration because the storm that was raging inside her suddenly stopped, but she was too embarrassed to admit it. Although the initially high desire was starting to wane, the kiss from Sam reignited the passion. Much stronger than before.
Meanwhile, down there, Sam continued to tease with the tip of his manhood. Sometimes he thrust slightly, only to withdraw again.
"Oh... Sam!" Beatrice released the kiss. She looked up to reduce the storm that was raging within her. "Don't do this."
"How?" Sam still didn't want to fully enter Beatrice. "Tell me, huh?"
"Don't tease me like earlier," Beatrice said in frustration. Her hips moved restlessly, as if begging Sam to finish their game.
"What kind?" Sam continued teasingly. He kept rubbing the tip of his manhood against Beatrice's swollen lips, ready to enter her.
"Darling," Beatrice pleaded, looking at him with longing. "I want you whole and complete."
A wide smile formed on Sam's face. Before fully thrusting himself inside, he gently rubbed against her. And in one swift motion, he entered Beatrice's tight womanhood. Sam groaned as the intense sensation below overwhelmed him.
"Ah!" Beatrice arched her back, tilting her head back and closing her eyes as she finally received what she had been waiting for. The storm that erupted inside her body created an intense frenzy that continued to ripple through her.
"Like that, huh?" Sam asked, satisfied as he gazed at Beatrice, whose eyes were now filled with a haze of passion. "I won't show you any mercy tonight." Sam held Beatrice's thighs to keep her in position. "Fill my room with your moans, and if necessary, scream."
Beatrice, in a state of disarray, could only shake her head but then nodded. She was still adjusting to Sam completely filling her. Sam began to move his hips slowly, occasionally delivering powerful thrusts that made Beatrice moan. The fine line between pain and pleasure blurred, but Beatrice felt that Sam's lovemaking made her forget everything else.
"Aaahh... aahhh...." Beatrice moved in sync with Sam to achieve pleasure together. Sam thrust harder and wilder, sometimes holding Beatrice's waist to make her feel the force inside her. Sometimes, he withdrew completely, his wet member glistening from their passionate encounter, then thrust back into Beatrice in one powerful motion.
Don't ask about Beatrice's state under Sam's control.
Messy. Very messy.
"You're getting smarter, darling," praised Sam, slightly bending down. Instead of targeting her swollen lips that had been moaning his name, Sam knew how to divert his attention. He nibbled on her inviting nipples, which begged to be sucked.
"Aahh!" Beatrice moaned repeatedly, her eyes closed. Her free hand traced Sam's thick and slightly curly hair, pulling on it out of frustration from Sam's increasingly intense play. Initially, she could keep up, but now she surrendered to Sam's way of making love to her.
"Sam... aaahhh..." She grasped whatever was within her reach. "Hold me," she requested, wanting to embrace Sam's enticing body in her arms. That sturdy body was now covered in sweat.
"Hold you?" Sam asked with a smirk, but he granted whatever Beatrice asked for. His smile grew even wider. Beatrice's legs naturally wrapped around his waist, allowing his member to penetrate even deeper.
The intensity of Sam's thrusts increased. The sound of their union drowned out the rain pouring outside. Despite the significant drop in temperature, the room was filled with the blazing heat of their passion, burning within both of them.
"Oh, Sam! I... ah...."
Sam momentarily paused to let his fingers slip between their connection. His aim was to make the girl beneath him even more vocal with her moans and cries of pleasure.
"Oh! Ohhh!" Beatrice widened her eyes, looking at Sam with a helpless gaze. Yet, she spread her legs wider, granting easier access for Sam to do as he pleased. "I can reach climax if you keep doing that."
"Later," Sam intentionally withdrew their connection. He stroked himself slowly, while his other hand continued to stimulate the wet and throbbing spot between Beatrice's womanhood. Not satisfied with that, Sam leaned down, licking and sucking away the remaining wetness and dampness without
hesitation.
"Darling!" Beatrice clenched the bedsheet, trying to cover her thighs as a reflexive response to the overwhelming sensations coursing through her. "That's enough, darling. I want you inside."
Sam's satisfied grin adorned his face. "If that's your wish, I'll grant it." Once again, Sam thrust himself into Beatrice's womanhood in one powerful motion.
"Ah! Why does it feel even bigger?" Beatrice whimpered as her body writhed restlessly. "Ah! Ah!"
Sam's hips moved with increasing enthusiasm, thrusting back and forth, stirring deep within the tightness of Beatrice's embrace. He felt his own desire being massaged and desired. He couldn't forget the feeling of entering Beatrice because of this. And because of this, Sam provided additional stimulation exactly where it made Beatrice even more wild.
"I... I want to come, babe," Beatrice said.
Sam had been eagerly waiting for this moment. "Together?"
The thrusts from Sam were becoming more intense, driving Beatrice wild. She could sense his restrained groans, a signal that they were both reaching the peak of pleasure. Sam pressed himself deeper than usual. Beatrice's back arched as she was overwhelmed by the sensation. Her toes curled. Her whole body felt as if it was being doused with ice-cold yet refreshing water.
Inside her womanhood, she felt a comforting warmth, filling her womb with fluids of release. She grimaced slightly as Sam slowly withdrew himself. It felt as if a liquid was flowing out of her. It was sticky, but Beatrice didn't want to move to clean up just yet.
Their eyes met again, their breaths mingling in sync.
"You make me addicted to you," Sam said.
Beatrice only smiled faintly.
"Never think that I would leave you unless it's death," Sam's words made Beatrice blink in disbelief. She thought it was just a mere fantasy. But the reality hit her when she felt the tenderness of Sam's kiss on her lips.
"Are you ready to sleep or do you want to indulge me again?" Sam whispered. He tidied up Beatrice's messy hair and wiped the sweat off her forehead.
"Let's clean up first, okay?"
Sam chuckled. "Round two in the bathroom? Alright. I'll give you whatever you want."
"It's not like that, babe!"
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