This time she couldn't pull away. All the anger she had felt only seconds ago had disappeared. Feelings of want and desire for the man before her had replaced it.
His tongue pierced straight through her lips and into her mouth. He fought for dominance with her and won. She gave in, like putty in his hands.
Opening her eyes, Connie tried to focus her mind. Extending her arms forward, she let them rest against his chest – the chest she had once upon a time buried her face in, to muffle her orgasmic screams – is that where she would end up again only a few minutes from now?
Pulling away, his lips swollen and moist from Connie's passionate kissing, Sam stared down at the woman before him. Walking her backwards towards a wall, her kept his eyes firmly on her. "You, Mrs Beauchamp, are getting completely fucked.."
Hearing his grunted words, Connie groaned, pulling him, almost desperately, towards her tingling body. Hitting the wall with her back, she stood motionless, awaiting his next move – for a change he played the dominating role in their screwed up relationship.
Grabbing her left leg, Sam pulled it up and over his hip, watching in delight as her skirt rode above her waist. "Nice panties." He smirked, reaching forward to examine the elegant laced garment. "I especially like how moist they are Connie. Why is that?" Slipping one finger under the material, he slowly moved it along her wet folds, deliberately missing the small bundle of nerves, Sam knew she so desperately needed him to touch.
Embarrassed and somewhat angered by his ability to transform her into nothing more than a sexually frustrated and somewhat deprived lady, Connie groaned, throwing her head back as his rough fingers entered her moist lips. "Why's that?" She repeated, arching an eyebrow. "I'd like to think even your low intelligence would be able to concur an answer."
Removing his finger, Sam's smirk returned as he saw just how wet Connie truly was. Bringing the finger to his lips, he took one quick lick. "I think-" Moving his finger over to her mouth, he pushed it past her lips, allowing her to taste her own wetness. "- you're a little turned on." Removing his finger just as quickly as he had pushed it in, he moved his hand back to between her legs where he then discarded of her pants.
Growling at his smug remark, Connie punched his chest. "Sam." Looking down his body, she continued. "Do it, or go."
"Do what Connie. Say it? Ask me nicely.." Knowing exactly how annoyed she was becoming, Sam grinned, very slowly sliding his own trousers down his legs. "Ask me to make you orgasm. You must be needing one.." Looking down at the thigh still resting by his waist, Sam slowly walked his fingers from her knee up. "Go on Connie. Ask me.. I know you want to.."
Groaning even louder this time, Connie buried her face deep in the crook of his neck. "Fuck me Sam." She mumbled against his skin. "Please."
Hearing her, he smirked once again. Nudging himself forward, he swiftly entered his erect manhood into her wet core.
Collapsing into his arms, Connie moaned catching her breath. He still remained in her, twitching uncontrollably in a post-orgasmic state. "Sam.." She whispered, feeling a mixture of both his and her cum trickling down her thigh.
"Mhm?" He mumbled, pressing small butterfly like kisses along her flushed skin. "You look even more beautiful freshly fucked. If that's at all possible.." Smirking he found a spot of skin, hidden from view by her hair. Gently sucking on this one spot, he eventually pulled away, smiling at his work. "Definitely freshly fucked now.."
Laughing at his behaviour, Connie sighed. "I could stay like this all day.."
"Let's then." He replied. "Finish early and let me take you to a proper bed." Pulling his now limp member from inside her, Sam pulled back up his clothing. "I could fuck you all day.."