SAM AND JESS SMUT SCENE FOR CH. 13 EVERYBODY LOVES A CLOWN-playlist (Control by Puddle of Mudd)
Why not? And he plunged back in, capturing her lips. His hands traveled down to her ass and pulled her hips into his, both of them moaning at the friction. Their tongues engaged in a battle for dominance as Sam squeezed Jessica's ass and her hands were pinned to his chest, gripping his shirt and pulling him closer.
She stepped into him then and he backed up until his back hit the corner of the door frame and he arched into her. If she noticed he was in pain, she didn't care as hands moved under his t-shirt pulling it above his head and throwing it somewhere behind him into the living room. She bit his bottom lip and his eyes squeezed shut in pain before her tongue glided over the bite mark, soothingly.
His mouth moved to her neck as one of her hands scraped it's nails down his back, making him arch into her again. Her other hand moved down to squeeze his ass under his boxers, effectively bringing their hips together. At the feeling of his now, fully erect, cock pushing into her warm heat, he bit down on the meeting of her neck and shoulder.
Getting sick of all the clothing, Sam ripped her shirt off over her head and started unbuttoning her tiny shorts, while she pushed his boxers and jeans down to the floor where they settled around his ankles. She kneeled down and brought his achingly hard dick out of his pants. He threw his head back and hit the wall with a thud as the heat of her mouth enveloped him and she sucked like her life depened on it. His hands tangled in her hair as he thrust into her mouth and she let him choke her on his cock before pulling away, a trail of spit still connecting her moutch and his leaking prick.
She backed away then, keeping her eyes on his and stood up. Jess was wearing nothing other than her hot pink bra and her short that were open and Sam could see that she wasn't wearing any underwear. He kicked his boots and pants off while she walked backwards into the living room and layed down on the couch, first reaching behind her to undo her bra and shrugging out of it.
He paused only to grab the condom from his wallet and prayed that Bobby would not come home early because he forgot something. He breifly contemplated moving this upstairs, but all thoughts of stalling were shoved from his mind as Jess whined and he looked down to see her with one hand playing with a nipple and the other disappearing down her shorts. He threw the condom on the floor next to the couch for later, before crawling down on top of her, his mouth moving down her neck and chest, stopping to play with her nipples until she was moaning. Sam moved down her stomach, mouth kissing, licking, and biting, tracing every inch he could. He stopped to dip his tongue into her navel, while he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her little jean shorts that barely covered anything anyway and pulling down.
His teeth traced her hip bones before coming to play with and pull at the little blonde hairs in the shape of a 'V'. Sam trailed his hands up the insides of Jess' thighs before hooking her knees around his shoulders and dipping his head, he explored her wet depths. HIs tongue played with her clit while two fingers sank knuckle deep into her core. He tortured her relentlessly, pulling moans of 'Sam' and 'Oh God' from her kiss swollen lips, her hands coming to tangle in his hair, before he couldn't take it anymore.
He sat up and grabbed the condom off the floor and ripped it open with his teeth. While his fingers pumped in and out of her he rolled the condom on one handed. Lining himself up he removed his hands to lube himself up with her own juices, groaning from the contact. He bent back over her and kissed her, pushing her own taste into her mouth as he sheathed himself inside her finally and swallowed her moan.
He worked at a harsh and steady pace, working through all his frustrations with her in sex. He had kept so much pent up rage over how she had been acting lately and he hadn't been able to get a release. He sat up again to slam into her at a new angle, Jess was moaning on every thrust in and gasping on every pull out. Her cries of 'harder' and 'faster' increasing in volume as she neared her orgasm and after a few more thrusts, Sam could feel her juices flowing out over his cock and down his balls. He rode her through her orgasm, his hands gripping tightly to her hips as her walls clenching around him finally brought him over the edge. He collapsed on top of her, both breathing heavily in their post orgasmic haze.