Freddie's POV
It was obvious to me that Sam's heart wasn't completely committed to me. She was still in love with Spencer. I just kept hoping that she'd get over him and realize that she loves me. I didn't want to pretend any more that our relationship was everything I had wanted it to be.
I sighed heavily and set down the Chinese take-out menus I had been looking at, "Sam," my pretty blonde girlfriend turned to face me, her eyes lacked their usual sparkle, "You don't really love me, do you?"
"What?" she asked trying to sound like she was surprised by this accusation but clearly she didn't have the energy to make it realistic.
"You're still in love with Spencer and he's clearly lost without you," I told her what I had been thinking. I hated the way it sounded out loud.
"No, Freddie," Sam draped her arms over the blue couch in my living room and made more of an attempt to sound convincing, "I'm with you now, I love you."
"Sam, quit lying to me and moreover to yourself," This conversation was even more painful than I had thought it was going to be, "You flinch whenever I touch you and you never want to go further than a kiss."
What Sam did next shocked me. She walked over to me, he eyes blazing with lust. As I stood confused, Sam raked her nails along my chest.
"You want more than a kiss?" She asked seductively. I didn't answer, only waited to see what her next move was. Wrapping her arms around my neck, Sam kissed me softly and then with more intensity.
"Sam, I don't know how I feel about this," I mumbled as she fiddled with my belt.
"If I have to prove that I am committed to you by doing this, fine," she said with determination.
Sam rubbed my cock through my jeans as she continued to kiss me. I could feel it begin to grow and press against the inside of my pants as her delicate hands caressed it. Obviously, I gave into her seductive ways and let her continue to unbuckle my pants. Sam let my jeans drop to my ankles, leaving me with my boner pressing against my black boxer briefs. She played with it, through my underwear, in one hand with stroking my cheek with the other. The spark in her deep blue eyes was back.
"Saaaam," I moaned and with a flash of that devilish grin that had made me fall in love with her in the first place, she was on her knees. Sam took the elastic of my boxers and gently tugged, teasing me. Finally, she pulled them down and they joined my jeans around my ankles and my boner was able to spring free. At first, Sam gently played with my balls and kissed along the base of my erection. "Sam, quit teasing," I growled.
She shot up so that we were eye level and roughly grabbed my dick, "Hey, I'm in charge," she barked.
I only nodded. Sam liked to play rough. Most of the time she liked to be dominated but at times like this, where she was trying to prove a point, she was most definitely in charge.
Sam got back down to business, this time she took me into her mouth entirely. She pumped her head up and down slowly as she liked to watch me squirm but then faster.
"Sam, I'm going to cum," I warned her. She looked up at me and continued. "Saaaaam, shit!" I clutched the counter or support, "Sam, seriously, ah fuck," it was getting harder to control myself, "SAAM!" I exploded in her mouth.