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"I thought that you were going to let me call the shots tonight," Mercedes said, panting hard as Sam continued to leisurely pleasure her.
"You are," he promised, pulling back so that he could trace her slit with the tip of his tongue. "Tell me to stop and I will," he semi-lied.
And he would stop, eventually, but right now he was enjoying himself too much to really mean it. Making love to her with his mouth was one of the most pleasurable experiences that he'd ever had.
If he had to, he would be honest and freely admit that this sort of thing normally wasn't one of his favorite things to do for a woman.
Occasionally, he would do it for someone he'd been dating for a while, but to be honest, that was very rare.
This relationship stuff was tough. But no matter what any of his old girlfriends thought, he'd tried. God, how he tried to feel something for them, to want and need them, but he couldn't. He just couldn't.
No matter what they did or said, he could never get past the fact that he couldn't force himself to feel anything for them.
For the longest time he lived in denial and fear as he tried relationship after relationship, but they always ended the same way.
When he was younger he hadn't cared and never bothered trying. And going from one woman to the next had made little difference to him.
However, over the years he'd changed, wanting more in his life, but no matter what, he just can't seem to get it.
He'd dated some wonderful women that would make any other man drop to his knees and thank God that he was alive... but not him, he hadn't been able to return their feelings.
He could easily think of five of his ex-girlfriends that would've probably given him a good life as they grew old together, but he just couldn't love them.
Hell, he couldn't even get it up for them without thinking about the woman currently running her fingers through his hair as she urged him to continue with soft little moans that had his dick jerking in appreciation.
This was the woman that his body craved day and night and it would accept no substitutes. It was something that he'd have to worry about... later. Right now he was going to enjoy the freedom to touch her.
Whatever happened after he'd deal with it, because at this moment, nothing else mattered but the woman moaning his name.
"Stop!" Mercedes said, she was panting hard and trying to catch her breath.
And though stopping was the last thing Sam wanted to do, he did. He wasn't a total asshole. He would never force a woman to do anything that she didn't want to.
It was a struggle, but somehow, he managed to pull away from her.
And as soon as he made a move to go to her and make sure that she was okay, he found himself being shoved down onto his back. And by the time the movement had registered in his mind, Mercedes was already climbing over him and gripping his dick by the base as her enticing ass wiggled above his face.
He didn't waste any time in raising his face to continue pleasuring her, even as his arms wrapped around her body, holding her still. As his head hit the bed he brought her down with him, too greedy for her to allow even a second of separation.
"So much better," she said on a throaty whisper as she stroked his member.
Then she ran her tongue from the head to the base and his hips jerked up in response. But when she wrapped her lips around the tip and lightly suckled, he swore he saw heaven.
Mercedes' hard nipples brushed against Sam's stomach in a back and forth motion as she moved her mouth over his penis, taking it as far as her talented mouth would allow while she rode his mouth.
He gripped her ass, restraining some of her movements so that he could slide his tongue in and out of her core to mimic what she was doing to his shaft.
What she was doing to him felt fucking fantastic, but what he was doing to her was life altering.
As they both took their time licking, suckling and nibbling, the only sounds that could be heard in his room were moans, groans and whispered pleas never to stop.
Then a loud cry escaped her lips causing her to struggle to continue giving him pleasure... but she couldn't. She just couldn't take it any longer.
With another strangled cry, she released him from her mouth and buckled over still holding the large erection that she'd been worshipping only seconds earlier.
Her body tightened as her back bowed, seconds away from what she already knew would be another powerful orgasm...
Mercedes bit her lip and silently pleaded with her body to hurry before Sam stopped, because she just knew that he would stop.
He hadn't yet, but in a few seconds he would realize that she'd stopped pleasuring him and he would demand that she continue.
'Men could be selfish jerks,' she thought as she licked her lips hungrily.
And just when she thought he was finally going to stop, he didn't. Oh no, not even close. His arms tightened around her, holding her securely against him as he devoured her and there really was no other way to describe what the man was doing to her.
It felt good, so good... too good...
She tried to pull away, but the man refused to give her an inch.
Her good hand clenched into a fist, gripping the soft comforter in a death grip, and before long, a scream of pleasure like nothing she'd ever heard before ripped from her throat, taking her breath away.
The surge of pleasure that rocked her body left her boneless and barely able to softly cry "Stop" as Sam continued, making her body prepare for another orgasm that would no doubt kill her.
"Shhh, baby, it's okay," he said soothingly as he pulled away and gently rolled her off and onto her back where she lay panting as her overstimulated mind tried to figure out what just happened.
What happened, was that Sam hadn't stopped and he hadn't demanded that she continue pleasuring him or thrown a fit. Instead, he did everything that he could to make sure that she enjoyed herself.
Why did he have to keep confusing her?
Her mind was reeling even as he laid by her side and pulled her into his arms. Then he gently brushed her hair out of her face and pressed a tender kiss against her lips all the while the proof that he hadn't found any relief pressed against her hip.
"You okay?" he asked, giving her another one of those tender kisses that she was really starting to like.
"Mmmhmm," she sighed happily as she found herself leaning in and kissing him.
'I'm more than okay,' she thought as she wondered just what else the women in town had lied about. Because clearly, someone had lied about his aversion to kissing and foreplay.
Yet, now wasn't the time to worry about that. Right now, she couldn't think past how good he'd made her feel, or how much she wanted and needed him...
Suddenly, nothing else mattered but them.
Sam growled in approval as he returned Mercedes' kiss. She reached between them as they took their time kissing and when she found what she was looking for, she didn't hesitate in running her hand over it.
She couldn't remember enjoying the way a man felt in her hands like this before. The hot, silky skin that covered the large erection felt incredible and she realized that she wasn't in a rush to finish this.
She'd done this for most of her boyfriends, well, the ones that she had become intimate with, but she'd never really enjoyed the act. It was difficult to enjoy something when all she heard were complaints or aggravated groans.
But with Sam... different story. She found herself aching all over for him.
It shouldn't be possible, especially not after the incredible orgasms that he'd just given her, but she couldn't help it. The sexy little growls he made every time her hand skimmed over the large head of his shaft, had her shifting her legs as she tried to ignore the need growing inside of her.
Until she couldn't ignore it any longer...
Sam and Mercedes were both breathing hard, the kiss becoming more aggressive and hungrier as he reached between them and cupped her between her legs, careful not to get in the way of what she was doing for him.
Well, Mercedes tried to be good... She tried to stay still... But when he ran one long, thick finger between her folds, she was lost.
She shifted her legs, desperate to give him more access. And he growled approvingly as he slid his finger inside of her, matching the way she was moving her hand over him.
She knew that if they continued like this that they'd both enjoy it, but she wanted more...
Unable to wait another minute, she released him and hooked her leg over his hip. And with a gentle nudge, she had him turning back over onto his back.
He removed his hand from between her legs so that he could wrap his arms around her and take her with him...which was more than fine with her.
Better than fine actually.
Praying that he didn't change his mind about letting her take charge, and desperately needing him to keep that promise, she shifted further down, rolling her hips at the same time.
And when she slid over his hard member, they both groaned long and loud. But when she moved to do it again, the large tip of his erection came to rest at her core...
"Are you sure?" Sam asked, against her mouth.
Was she?
"Yes," she said on a harsh whisper as she pushed back, taking the large tip inside of her.
His loud groan encouraged her to take more, but there was a slight problem... He was much bigger than she was used to, but she didn't allow that to discourage her. She wanted this man and she was going to make damn sure that she had him.
For their deal of course.
They had to appear as though they were really dating and what better way than to have sex?
She practically clawed at him, desperate for him. This was crazy, but right now she didn't care. Nothing else mattered, not the fact that she hated this man, or that they weren't really in a relationship...or... the fact that they were about to do something foolish.
A startled gasp escaped Mercedes' lips as Sam suddenly thrusted, filling her halfway. And in the next second she found herself on her back and Sam pulling out only to thrust back in, filling her better than any man had before.
As she lay there, digging her nails into his back while he stretched her a little too much, she was torn between screaming in frustration and screaming at him to move.
He said that he'd allow her to take the lead, but obviously that was a lie.
Suddenly, he rolled them over until she found herself splayed on top of him...
"It's all yours, baby, but you gotta move before I lose my fucking mind," he groaned softly against her lips as his hands moved up to cup her face while he kissed her.
It took Mercedes a few seconds to realize what Sam had said and done and when she did, she couldn't help but release a satisfied moan and tentatively roll her hips.
And his answering groan was all the encouragement that she needed to continue.
She might not be experienced in this position, but she was more than willing to keep doing it until she got it right, she decided on a throaty groan as he slid one hand up and cupped her breast, even as the other one moved down her back and palmed her ass as she rode him.
"Don't stop, baby," he said and after a while his other hand left her bottom to palm her other breast.
"Or what?" she asked breathlessly as she picked up the pace, taking him deeper each time.
"I'll wring your neck," he promised tightly as he pulled her head down and placed his mouth back to hers, kissing her deeply.
She felt him grow inside of her and if he hadn't suddenly released her breasts to cup her face and keep her mouth right where it was, she probably would've screamed out... well, screamed out louder.
Sam felt so good sliding in and out of Mercedes, she wanted to cry. The large velvety head of his shaft rubbed against her in just the right way, making her mewl with absolute pleasure.
She was definitely in heaven...
She tried to make it last longer, but the second that she heard her name leave his lips in a strangled growl, she lost it.
Her hips went into overdrive, her body lifting and slamming back down on his turgid member...each movement allowing her to take him deeper, faster and harder.
And Sam allowed her to continue to call every shot, even though he wanted to flip her and drive relentlessly into her perfect body.
Suddenly, a violent orgasm tore through her, leaving her breathless and stilling her as pleasure assaulted her body. She never broke away from Sam's mouth, somehow knowing that it wouldn't be as good without this connection.
Everything about this moment felt perfect... felt right.
She couldn't explain it... And she didn't want to look too deeply into it and wreck this moment.
She just wanted to keep pretending that he meant nothing to her and that she wasn't starting to care for him. It was just sex and something that she needed to do for her project and her dream.
And as long as she could do that then everything would be fine.
Long after their bodies were sated, Mercedes lay on top of Sam, kissing him leisurely enjoying the way that he held her.
For several minutes, she let him hold her, comfort her and make her feel wanted, loved and cherished, but all too soon, she realized that she didn't have an excuse to remain in his arms.
The sex was easy to explain since she fully planned on enjoying his incredible body during this deal of theirs, but cuddling afterwards?
No, she couldn't explain that and she'd be damned if she let him know just how badly he was affecting her.
So she allowed herself one more minute in his muscular arms before she broke the kiss off and moved to crawl off him.
But he tightened his arms around her...
"Where are you going?" he asked softly.
"Home. I have somewhere to be."
Which was actually true. In fact, if she didn't move her ass now, break a few speed laws and stop along the way to pick up coffee and donuts since it was her week, grab a quick shower, feed Bambi and put him out, she was going to have five very pissed off brothers to deal with.
"No, you're staying with me," Sam said matter-of-factly, leaning up to press a kiss against her lips. He turned them over so that they were lying on their sides, facing each other.
"No," Mercedes said on an exasperated sigh, trying to move out of his arms only to find herself held securely in place, "I'm not. I have somewhere I have to be."
"Then I guess you're going back on our deal," he said with a little shrug even as he pulled her closer until her breasts were pressed against his chest.
"And how exactly am I going back on our deal by leaving?" she asked, cuddling up closer to him... for warmth of course. It didn't matter that it was probably seventy degrees in his room.
"Because it's part of our agreement," he said as he leaned in and pressed one of those tender kisses that she loved, against her forehead.
"No."
"Of course it is," he said, pushing her hair away from her face.
"No, it's not."
"Yes, it is," the insanely gorgeous man said as he reached down and took her good hand into his and entwined their fingers together.
"We agreed to sleep together?" she asked, too exhausted to hide the confusion in her tone.
"Yes."
For a moment Mercedes couldn't answer as she quickly ran the conversation that they'd had before the best sex of her life, through her head.
But she couldn't for the life of her figure out what the hell he was talking about.
"When?" she asked.
"It was part of our new agreement."
"Um, no it wasn't," she said, wracking her brain once again since she had been rather distracted during that conversation, but she was sure that she'd remember agreeing to sleep with him after sex.
Not that she was really going to complain...much, since it gave her the excuse that she wanted to stay in his arms.
"It really was though," Sam said, leaning in and brushing his lips against hers. "Whenever you use my body for sex..."
"For the agreement," she quickly added, not wanting him to get the wrong idea that she wanted him or anything.
He ignored the interruption as he continued.
"...then you have to sleep with me."
"What if we have a quickie during lunch?" she asked, wondering if he was planning on making up the rules as they went along. She really should call veto, and she would just as soon as he said something that didn't secretly please her.
"Then you have dinner with me, stay the night and have breakfast in the morning," he explained, turning over onto his back, taking her with him and gently laying her on his other side so that she could curl up against him and rest her injured arm across his chest.
And with a put out sigh, she did just that.
"Why exactly do I have to do all that just to have my way with you?" she asked, closing her eyes and snuggling up against him.
"How else are we supposed to convince people that we're madly in love," he murmured softly as he placed his hand gently over her injured hand.
"Good point," she said, closing her eyes and pretending that his words didn't make something inside of her ache.
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