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The Seduction of Sam Evans – Part II
"The Send Off"
After three weeks, Sam and Mercedes were still going strong. Still getting acquainted with each other outside of the bedroom; they would fit in chat sessions throughout the work week. Sam's schedule this week had kept him very busy and quite the distance. An incredibly particular client in Newport Beach required a lot of his devotion which left little time for texts and phone calls to his new lady.
Mercedes tried her hardest not to take offense to the sudden silence between them. Sam had made sure to explain in detail that their communication would see a decline, but only for the next 6 or 7 days. Normally such an absence so early in a relationship (was that what they were really calling it?) was cause for alarm, but Mercedes was a savvy businessperson like Sam and kept reminding herself that that fact meant some things in your personal life would eventually be sacrificed.
The undercurrent of her worry stemmed from Sam's occasional secrecy and air of mystery. Sure, it was exciting and sexy, but still a bit unsettling. She hadn't had many successful relationships and the ones that crashed and burned were rooted in untruths. If she were being honest, she'd admit that she'd had more than one vision of a secret family in NoCal he was hiding or a barrel of children scattered across the country.
The man was just too perfect and wonderful to be in lust and intense like with her. It was shameful that she even let such negativity escape the bowels of her subconscious, but what could she do? It had been a slow week at Fil de Luxe and she was currently experiencing the loneliest block of nights she'd had in years. Loneliness was easier to take when you didn't have a sex carrot dangled in front of you, allowed to savor it, and then have it ripped from you. She knew she was just being dramatic. It wasn't entirely her fault. Sam Evans really worked his magic on Mercedes Jones. He came into her life when she was just about to give up on having someone to share her life and bed.
There was no indication that what they had was a "forever love" - if you discounted the soul connection they both felt (but neither had admitted to each other or anyone else). This remained a very fresh union and the slightest hiccup could spell the end. She felt herself already becoming very possessive of him. Sam had picked up on that but would never remark on it for he secretly adored it.
He'd been focusing stronger than ever on his work over the previous year and a half and had sort of bowed out of the dating scene. Of course he had zero difficulties when it came to dating, but he had reached a crossroads. Would he keep dating vapid model types and weird hippie chicks he had no intention of investing in or would he let the universe take the reins and send him "the one"? He chose the universe, wisely, and was rewarded with Mercedes Jones, via an old college pal making quite a name for herself in the matchmaking business. When he received an invite on a business networking site from Santana Lopez, he eagerly accepted. They'd met for dinner to catch up and when she delved into his personal life, he spilled the beans on his boredom with the stale dating pool. Sam having been one of her biggest supporters as a mortified, freshly out of the closet lesbian at moderately conservative Ohio State, Santana vowed to pay Sam back in kind with some free matchmaking services.
It was a seemingly random tradeoff that ended up being one of the most fateful happenings of his life. When Santana grilled him for details of his first date with Mercedes, he was mostly tight-lipped; a gentleman never kisses (or sexes) and tells, but he couldn't hide his enjoyment and excitement at the possibilities that were now widely available. Mercedes stayed pretty tight-lipped herself, but this didn't stop Santana from repeatedly pointing out the fact that she could "hear the smile on her face" through the phone.
Sam had changed Mercedes' life in ways she'd never dreamt and couldn't fully comprehend. 90% of her day was now spent thinking of him. Just thinking his name would send tingles throughout her entire body and remembrances of his touch drove her to a near orgasmic state. She'd never felt so strongly for a man in her life before. She'd never had a man so physically appealing to call hers. It was silly to say, but Sam was her trophy. He was a clarion call to the world, that somehow validated her natural tendency to hold out for what she thought she truly deserved, instead of accepting something or someone subpar because of societal myopia.
Sam was never bothered by Mercedes' body type. Being a country boy he could readily appreciate a more voluptuous feminine form, and it was quite refreshing considering the size conscious mentality of L.A. Throw in a gorgeous face, infectious smile, vast intelligence, overall sweetness and a laundry list of other perfections and Mercedes Victoria Jones was nothing short of a goddess in Sam's eyes. Her impeccable style matched his own and he enjoyed being able to discuss business with her on a mental level. He felt compelled to give her the world and he'd known her for less than a full month. She had put a spell on him without the slightest effort.
Making every effort to be open and honest with her about his upcoming lack of communication felt good. It had been a while since he'd felt truly accountable for the feelings of a woman in his life. Truth be told, Sam's possessiveness surpassed that of Mercedes'. Santana finally plied him with enough Reese's Peanut Butter Cups to spill his guts during a quick office visit. He didn't admit to their mind-blowing sexual relationship, but he alluded to "seeing himself developing serious feelings" for Mercedes. He bellyached about upcoming travel plans and in a round about way asked Santana to check in on Mercedes in his absence. A proud Santana flashed an unabashedly knowing smile and agreed to comply. If it were to be that Sam and Mercedes eventually walked down the aisle - and by Christmas - that would make Santana Lopez 10 and 0 for matchmaking this year alone. Not that anyone was placing bets…
7pm was fast approaching on an unusually quiet Friday night in Beverly Hills. Fil de Luxe was empty. Mercedes began her nightly closing duties a few minutes early. She tidied up the Men's and Women's dressing rooms as usual and began readjusting the sales floor. She'd had a little traffic around lunch time, and a few stragglers around 4pm, but nothing too major. Clean-up would be a breeze and she'd head off home to another lonely night with no contact from Sam for she was only on the 6th of the "6 or 7 days". Mercedes was the type to hedge her bets on the long shot and fully expected not to hear from Sam until the 8th day. The front door buzzed as she was folding sweater vests near the cash register. She turned around to find Sam standing silently just inside the door.
Her heart thumped in excitement. Immense self-control prevented her from screaming like a school girl, but it was on the tip of her consciousness. Her lips parted into a smile of disbelief and gratitude and Sam simply crinkled his eyes as he absorbed her lovely expression. His arms were crossed and his head cocked to the side as he admired her stunning beauty. She had chosen to wear a white Grecian dress with a skinny red belt and matching red platform heels. Her hair was in a grand romantic bun at the crown and he thought she resembled an actual goddess. She was a feast for his penetrating green eyes and he couldn't help but take a moment to let it all sink in.
"Sam?" She spoke breathlessly.
He smiled wide and moved towards her.
"Hey baby." He retorted with his intermittent Tennessee twang.
His voice sent sparks to her womanly place and she braced herself on the cash register counter. He often made her weak in the knees and this was something she was going to have to get used to for the rest of her life, if she were lucky. She sighed loudly in relief and they embraced tightly. His body was so firm and masculine. He smelled fantastic as usual. She'd missed him more than he would ever know. He moved to kiss her cheek then planted a soft kiss on her lips. Their lips smacked lightly and he went back for more, this time sucking her upper lip gently then tugging on her ripe bottom lip. His tongue quickly darted inside her mouth and danced with hers. This was a greatly missed sensation for both of them and he grunted while she moaned. Their lips parted and he gazed deeply into those dark eyes that he'd missed so dearly over the past week.
Suddenly feeling a little self-conscious, Mercedes broke their gaze. She admired how handsome he looked in his matching lavender dress shirt and lightweight v-neck sweater. He wore a well fitting pair of black dress slacks and shiny black wingtips. He could've stepped right out of a catalogue. His hair was parted to the right and neatly styled, just the way she liked it. He was heaven in her eyes.
"Did you miss me?" He growled sexily.
Mercedes rolled her eyes and sighed. "Captain Obvious has returned." She chuckled. When she flashed a delicious smile, he went in for another hot kiss. He emitted a loud guttural moan and squeezed her so tightly to him which elicited a high pitched moan from her. He planted two baby soft pecks on her lips that caused her eyes to flutter out of the sheer sweetness and gentility.
Sam uttered breathlessly with his massive biceps cradling her "You have no idea how much I missed you." Mercedes' eyes twinkled. A smirk crept across her face as she registered his erection pressed against her middle. Huskily she remarked "Oh, I think I have an idea, Mr. Evans." Sam smirked knowingly as his eyebrows danced. Mercedes' eyes were heavy as she glanced down at his delectable mouth and leaned in for another gentle kiss. The kiss instantly turned wanton as her tongue requested entry. Their tongues merged repeatedly and her nipples grew rock solid as his cock threatened to burst through its fabric cage.
They were interrupted by an email notification loudly sounding on Sam's smart phone. They both inhaled deeply as they broke apart momentarily for Sam to check the message. "Sorry, I need to check this." He uttered mournfully. He grunted knowingly and placed the phone back in his pocket. He was suddenly quiet.
"Is everything alright?"
"Yeah. Yeah." He nodded and averted his eyes to the floor as he stuffed both hands in his pockets. Mercedes' head cocked to the side in silent questioning. She took a step back and folded her arms firmly. He was obviously bothered by something. Glancing back at her and noticing her new defensive pose, he screwed up his face lightly.
"What's wrong?" He questioned lightly.
"I don't know. You tell me." She said firmly.
Sam grimaced, averted his eyes to the floor once again and stuffed his hands deeper into his pockets. Mercedes stood her ground, but this time shifted her weight so that one of her hips jutted to the side and her knee peeked out of the dress hem in a firm stance. He began to pace around the sales floor and sighed powerfully. He fingered the neatly organized men's tie selection a few feet away. Mercedes shook her head in disbelief. His avoidance tactic was completely unoriginal and her eyes rolled fiercely. She could feel her ire increasing and she balled one of her fists in frustration. She was a calm woman but not when she felt she was being insulted, disrespected, or lied to.
"Sam." She stated firmly. He stopped short on his way to another accessories table and grasped the back of his neck. His bicep flexed proudly through the colorful knit fabric. Even in her current state of annoyance, she couldn't help but admire his beautiful body. It was impossible for her to decide if he looked better naked or dressed. Both states pleased her to no end. He finally met her serious eyes and pulled his lips in bashfully before speaking.
"I've sort of got some bad news."
"I gathered as much."
Sam unwittingly flashed a pair of puppy dog eyes and she steeled herself against the cuteness. He was going to have to own up to whatever was plaguing him. She'd waited too long to see or hear from him to let him skate by with childish evasion techniques. They remained standing in silence. She was a Taurus; she could wait all damn day if she had to. His Scorpionic intensity was no match for bullish determination, at least not in this instance.
"My cousin Quinn is pregnant."
"I remember." Suddenly her eyes searched rapidly and she uttered in brief panic "Is something wrong with the baby?"
Her sudden heightened concern for a stranger melted his heart. Sam donned a sweet half smile.
"No, no. She's fine." His hand out and splayed in reassurance. Mercedes clutched her chest in relief and sighed.
"But," he continued "She's about to pop and she wants me there for the delivery." What should have been delivered in a happy tone came out as a slight lamentation.
"What's so bad about that?" She questioned innocently.
"Her husband Puck is in the military. He's still deployed overseas and she's up in San Francisco all by herself. I'm the closest family she's got and I agreed to be the godfather to their child. She called me late last week in a crying fit. She's scared to do it all alone and she wants me to come up and stay a month or so to help her get adjusted."
Mercedes grabbed her stomach and felt a warm batch of tears waiting at the ready. She blinked them back as she retorted "And you said yes?" Not waiting for him to respond she finished "As you should." She sighed heavily and a single tear rolled down her plump cheek. She turned quickly to face the register in an effort to hide her heartsickness. Her shoulders slumped and Sam paced swiftly to her. He wrapped his arms around her middle and nestled his face against the back of her neck. She collapsed under his embrace and the full batch of tears fell. Turning her to face him, his eyes were now watery. He used his massive thumbs to wipe the droplets away from deep brown eyes clouded with sadness.
"Please don't cry, baby. You have no idea what that does to me."
She still found difficulty meeting his gaze and shook hear head and huffed. Her heart was breaking. She loved that family was so important to him and that he was such a giving man, but she couldn't help her natural selfishness toward him. She'd missed him an immeasurable amount over the past 6 days and now she was learning that very soon, she'd be without him for a now indefinite amount of time. She broke away from his grasp and moved behind the cash register. She began tidying things there and tried to continue the conversation coldly.
"So, uh, when are you leaving?" She spoke as she sniffled.
His heart lurched. She was already visibly upset about the fact that he was leaving again and he hated having to deal another leveling blow. He sighed. "Tomorrow."
She stopped abruptly and looked at him. He might as well have punched her in the gut. Her eyes dropped swiftly to the floor and she shook her head in disbelief. With resolve, she continued to tidy the area and refused to look at him for the remainder of their exchange.
Sam began slowly "That's what that email was – a check-in reminder for my flight." Mercedes rolled her eyes and continued on her cleaning shirk.
"But, I'm not leaving until tomorrow night! We can have the rest of tonight and all day tomorrow. I was going to ask you for a ride to the airport. You know, give us every minute together until I go." Nothing he said brought her a sense of comfort. She wanted to chuck her hot pink Swingline stapler at him. How could he be so casual about leaving her so suddenly after a torturous week? Deep down, she knew she was just being selfish and petty, but she loved him.
Yes! She already loved this man and it would be hell not seeing him or touching him for a "month or so" more. This is precisely the reason she never let herself get truly attached to anyone in the past. She could do alone because that was the easiest way to spare her heart and mind the hurts that came with being vulnerable and open to another human being. It was silly to her that a man she'd just met touched her life so deeply and so quickly and had reduced her to the emotional level of an angst-ridden teenager.
"Cedes, talk to me." Sam pleaded. "You know I hate being ignored." He stated firmly.
She jerked her eyes to meet his and bore a furious hole through him. "Maybe it's time you get used to it."
He frowned immediately and his jaw clenched. "What the hell is that supposed mean?" He bellowed with fury.
As angry and hurt as she was, she kowtowed to her non-confrontational nature and remained silent and looked back down at the desk. Sam skulked around the counter to Mercedes. He grabbed her arms and spun her to face him. "We're going to discuss this like adults." His tone was stern. He hovered above her. His serious eyes fixated on her pitiful eyes gaping up at him. His bossiness was exciting even in her emotionally trampled state. She nodded wanly and he guided her over to a comfy sable colored chez lounge positioned in the center of the sales floor.
It was 6:50pm. Suddenly the door buzzed and a gaggle of Asian tourists rushed through. Both their heads whipped around and Sam roared forcefully "We're closed!" The middle aged men and women donned surprised looks and rapidly cursed in their native tongue as they filed out of the door quickly.
"Sam!" Mercedes squawked intensely. He was allowed to be upset, but he wasn't allowed to be rude to potential customers. She tried to move for the door, but he had a firm grasp on her forearms.
He apologized for lashing out and implored "We need to talk about this." His eyes were steady and his lips pursed in aggravation. Mercedes huffed out "Well, I should lock the door. I don't want you ruining my business as well as my life." That dig just flew out of her and she wasn't remorseful in the least. Sam winced as she removed herself to grab the keys and stomped to the door. Once locked, she reluctantly tossed the keys back on the counter and moved to reclaim her seat on the chez. She glanced up at the mirror on the ceiling above the chez and prayed to her reflection for strength and patience. Her initial reaction to conflict was to remove herself from the situation, but since this was her store and she had fallen for a forceful man, she was relegated to face the issue before her. She laced her fingers and placed them on her lap. Looking calmly into his eyes, she gestured for him to speak.
"I know this week has probably been hellacious for you, but don't think for a minute that it hasn't been twice that for me." She tried to interject, but he raised his hand forcefully and she pulled her lips in. He continued "If there were any way I didn't have to leave you again, I wouldn't and you have to know that."
"I don't know what you expect me to say, Sam."
"I want you to tell me that you understand that this is killing me too."
She shrugged her shoulders defiantly. She knew that would irritate him and she was still in a head space where that behavior was ok. He bit his lip in frustration.
"Goddamnit, Cedes, you are so fucking stubborn."
"I've never heard that one before." She huffed in annoyance.
"Do you honestly think it doesn't hurt me to leave you even if it's for a damn good reason?"
"I think you're already bored with me and this is just convenient for you."
Did she really just say that? She couldn't believe it herself. Sam seethed and his throat tightened in vexation. Her breath hitched with a sense of hesitation. Sam's heart thudded and his blood boiled.
"Take it back." He growled slowly.
She pursed her lips and her body stiffened in defiance. She swallowed hard and audibly as his eyes bore through her. This was their first fight and she worried it could be their last. But this was easy for her; sabotaging something wonderful so as not to feel more hurt and abandoned. Sam intuitively moved closer to her on the chez. He knew she was only seconds from running and he was not letting her go without a fight. The one thing they both had in droves was stamina; unfortunately, calling upon those powers in an argument was less desirable than in the bedroom.
"Take it back." He repeated in a leveling tone. Mercedes remained silent again. "Cedes!" She jumped at the force of his tone and huffed. He grabbed her tightly and placed his face half a centimeter from hers. His lips brushed hers as he spoke "Cedes," he began slowly "Don't shut me out. I'm not ordinary and you know that." Mercedes swallowed hard again and her eyes fluttered. Normally when he was so close to her face, she wanted nothing more than his tongue ravaging the inside of her mouth. In this instance, she felt hot tears form again and she indeed wanted to run away. Loving him was already too much for her. He actually cared enough to stay and make her admit that she cared. She'd never had that. She'd never thought that type of love possible for her before. But Sam was there. He wanted her as much as she wanted him and he was making every effort to show her, if only she'd let him.
He moved the hair's distance to kiss her and she whimpered "No, Sam", but through strained vocal chords, her plea was ineffective. His lips enveloped hers and her body succumbed to its master. His tongue darted into her mouth furiously and he held her face gently, yet firmly in his hands. His lips rolled over her with pressure and her hands reached out for his body. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled his body to hers with much need. Their nimble tongues enjoyed a gymnastic routine and their lips smacked repeatedly in lust. Her breath was heavy and scorched his lips. A flood of tears soaked the tips of his thumbs. He broke their kiss. Her eyelashes were now dampened clumps and she blinked forcefully. Sam stared deeply into watery eyes and whispered "Mercedes, I love you."
She gasped. For the briefest moment, she was unsure if she'd heard him correctly. She flashed him questioning and innocent eyes. He looked at her lips and spoke again "I said: I love you." He leaned down and placed a soft peck on her desire swollen lips. She smiled weakly; still in a bit of shock.
Bravery returning to her, she gazed into his steady eyes and uttered "Sam, I love you too." Sam smiled and blinked back tears of his own.
"I love you so much." Mercedes squeaked. She breathed hard again and looked lovingly into his eyes before planting a kiss on his plush mouth. Their foreheads stayed pressed against one another's for a few moments; no words were necessary. They now knew assuredly what was in the other's heart and it couldn't have pleased them more. Sam's eyes surveyed her swollen breasts through the expensive fabric of her Grecian dress. His cock hardened at the thought of his hands grazing those lovely breasts again. He'd missed her body as much as she'd missed his. She smelled like a delicious floral mix and he couldn't contain his desire any longer. He grabbed her waist and pulled her into an ardent kiss. His tongue was furious as it tackled hers. Her panties were instantly damp and burning. His mouth trailed spicy kisses and his tongue lapped the length of her jaw. She sighed in ecstasy and grabbed for his chest. Knowing fast that she didn't have much time before he'd have her naked and writhing in the public eye of random Rodeo drive pedestrians, she stopped him abruptly.
"Sam!" She squawked breathlessly.
He groaned and looked at her. "What is it?"
"Not here."
"You're out of your mind."
She chuckled "Sam, we can't. People could see us."
"I have to have you now, Cedes." He lustily growled.
Soon she remembered the security shades she'd had installed a few months ago to prevent celebrities from being barraged by paparazzi while shopping.
"The shades. The shades!" She squealed. Sam screwed up his face in confusion as she broke away from him and quickly ran behind the cash register. He jumped up to follow her. She pressed a big black button and 4 black shades dropped simultaneously; covering the store front in opaque darkness. Sam gazed out and a devious smile painted his mouth. He looked back at her with a lascivious gleam in his eye and moved toward her. He pulled her to him with gusto and kissed her firmly. His hands dropped down to her bountiful ass and grasped the cheeks firmly. He'd missed squeezing the generous mounds of her ass and grunted with passion. Mercedes was dripping between the thighs. His hands on her sent fire coursing through her veins and she grabbed his head tightly. She moaned naughtily and his cock begged for release. She kicked off her shoes and walked him backwards to the chez lounge. He plopped down and hastily removed his sweater and dress shirt as he kicked off his shoes and removed his socks. Mercedes bent down to unbuckle his belt and the pressure of his swollen cock tented the front of his slacks.
In one fell swoop he was stark naked on the chez and eyed his lady with wild desire. He undid her skinny belt and found the side zipper to her dress, dragging it down to the floor in a flash. She stood there heaving in a lacy white bra and thong panties. She quickly dropped the bra and her fabulous swollen breasts were a sexual feast for his eyes. He grabbed at the glorious mounds and thumbed her rigid nipples. She grew wetter than ever as her eyes rolled back in her head. She bit her lip in pleasure as his massive hands massaged and kneaded her fleshy globes. She reached for the waistband of her thong, but Sam stopped her.
"Turn around." He commanded. Her mouth gaped open in surprise but she did as she was instructed. Sam admired the arch of the thong over her cheeks and the way they swallowed up the delicate fabric. He squeezed the cheeks forcefully and pressed them upward with the heavy palms of his hands. He loved the jiggle as his palms slipped off. It made him so hot. He played with her cheeks again then slowly slid the thong down her bottom. As it peeled off of her he could see a trail of her essence trickling down her juicy thighs. He kneaded her cheeks again before placing his gargantuan lips on them. He trailed wet kisses naughtily over both massive mounds. With each flick of his tongue her pussy gushed. She pinched her nipples and erupted with a whorish moan.
Sam snaked his hands to her front and dipped his middle and index fingers inside of her snatch. She was scorching hot and gooey and he couldn't wait to put himself inside of her. He played with her delicate flesh, poking in and out slowly as she doused him. He exited and sucked cum clean off of his long sturdy fingers. She always tasted so good to him.
Pulling her down to the chez, he placed her on her back and let his mouth take over. His ready tongue lapped at her in hurried rhythm. He drank her essence as if it were wine and flicked at her beaded clit until she let out a guttural moan. He licked just above her pussy all the way up her belly button and to the bottoms of her heavy breasts. She clutched his hair and her hips bucked forcefully in his direction. His tongue bathed her areolas generously. Between swirls, he'd suckle the nipple and release them with a soggy pop - Mercedes smiled in pleasure each time. His mouth was amazing. He licked between her breasts and moved up to her throat. Then under her chin and behind her hear. Her body writhed with want and she grabbed at his broad, glistening shoulders. He kissed her mouth again with force. When their lips parted, Mercedes moaned breathlessly "Sam, let me please you."
She rubbed his shoulders as he looked deep into her eyes. She sat up and pushed him back so that he sat upright. His thighs spread wide and his cock waited for its gift. She kissed his lips and ran her fingers over his solid thighs. His cock twitched at her touch. She grasped for his searing, rigid shaft and began to stroke gently. Sam's eyes rolled back into his head and his jaw dropped in pleasure. Mercedes maneuvered down to the floor to get into proper position. She flashed a ravenous pair of eyes at him before taking him into her mouth. His cock throbbed. She moaned as she savored his taste and pleasing texture.
The way he felt on her tongue was electric. Her lips pouted and jiggled across his giant shaft in a divine rhythm. She sucked him firmly and he loved it. She slid the length of his pipe repeatedly with expert precision. Grabbing hold of him with one hand she grazed his balls several times with her knuckles and Sam lost control. The sensation flooded him and he spurt into her mouth. His cum slid down her throat like a hot gum drop and she reveled in it. Her jaw soon felt fatigue thanks to his girth; she suckled him one last time and removed him from her mouth. Sam picked her up by the elbows and sat her on the chez. Kissing her hard, he spread her legs wide. He had to be inside of her at this very instant.
Positioning himself in front of her he watched himself enter her. Her hands braced firmly behind her on the cushions and her breasts bobbed about as her hips bucked with fury. She looked so sexy and he took pleasure in watching himself pump her wildly. First a few slow pumps, then a few quick, a few more slow, a few more quick. Now he pumped at a steady pace and grunted with each pleasured thrust. Mercedes' tits jiggled wildly up and down and it felt great. She closed her eyes and her jaw unhinged in ecstasy as she released hiccupped moans in rhythm with each pump. Seconds later, she glanced up to the ceiling. She caught their lusty reflection and her pussy flooded his cock. She'd never watched herself fuck before and it filled her with intense lust to watch her own globular tits bouncing around and seeing Sam's cock pound her in reiteration.
"Oh fuck, Sam! Oh my god! Yes!" She squealed.
He pumped one last time and released himself from her. He draped his body over hers quickly and placed wet kisses on her lips and throat. He moved her into another exciting position. She delighted in the simple fact of his hands grazing her heated body. He put her on her side and slide into position behind her. He lifted her top leg into a crooked shape and guided his cock by hand into her pussy again. Mercedes' head fell back onto his chest and shoulder. This felt fucking great and she loved the tickle of his belly hairs against the top of her ass as he pumped her.
His hips worked at a rapid, determined pace and he resumed his lusty grunts. The pleasure was so exhausting; she rested her head down on her outstretched arm as he continued to ram her pussy. She crooked her other arm back and up around his throat and played sweetly with his damp sandy locks. Sam kissed and licked the bend of her arm. He glanced upwards and discovered his naughty reflection. His eyes clouded more intensely with lust at this revelation and he pumped even harder. Mercedes was stricken mute. The repeated sensation of him inside of her was too satisfying for a single sound. Her mind exploded and her brain melted with desire. He made her feel so good, so sexy, so deserving of such wanton bliss.
He stopped briefly to reposition her on her back and himself on top of her. Her legs spread wide for him again and he entered. Her hips jerked towards him as he continued to pump her pussy. She reached for his muscular ass and rubbed it furiously as he bobbed in and out of her. She clutched his ass firmly and wouldn't let go for the remainder of their session. He felt so good in her hands, his hot breath seared her skin, and her pussy continued to milk him. One final thrust and he erupted inside of her like a creamy volcano. She panted vigorously and pleaded "Sammy, cum on my tits."
He removed his volatile cock and bent down to her ear. He licked it and whispered "Anything my baby wants." Mercedes' jaw dropped again as he spurted on her jiggling globes. He splattered her beaded nipples, in between her breasts and the top of her belly. As the fiery droplets hit her heated flesh, she bucked in gratification. "Oh Sammy" she panted when the last drop fell. She rubbed his glaze over her nipples and squeezed her breasts as he collapsed on the side of her. His breath was loud, heavy, and sated. She snaked her hand down to her pussy and slid two fingers inside – enjoying the thick melding of their essences – her body clearly pleased.
Sam regained a bit of strength and grabbed her face to turn it towards his. He gazed into her glassy eyes then kissed her sweetly on the lips.
"Mercedes?" He posed with a heavy breath.
"Yes baby." She replied with a sigh.
"Come with me to San Francisco?"
She blinked pointedly and caught her breath before answering.
"Anything my baby wants." She said with a smile. Sam chuckled and brought her in for another passionate kiss.
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