Never is Enough

by illusorygentleman

Starting right when KTR2 left off, this story picks up with a focus on the separate relationships and growing relationships between our characters leaving up to KTR3. Chapters will be posted in real time with the events of the story over the two week period. While some chapters will be more 'intense' than others, the story is rated a hard M for language and content.

12. Maybe You're Right

The end has arrived for Never is Enough with this chapter, and I hope SVAD and I have earned the praise that you readers have left so far. This chapter a day experiment was more than a little difficult so I'm not 1000% sure we will be trying this again, but we will be posting more regularly soon enough I believe. Alright, no more prattling on my end, let's get to it.

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"It's just a date…" Freddie whispered to himself as he stared at himself in the mirror. "It's just Sam. The same girl you've known for years. Who you dated. And are… friends with. With benefits. Great benefits… but that's all we are, right?"

Naturally, his reflection didn't have much to say, other than to stare back into his eyes, though for a split second, he could swear he saw himself shrug. Ever since Sam had texted him the night after her little cosplay role play adventure, asking for them to have a normal date, he had been on edge. Not scared, or angry, or even excited… this was a whole new kind of emotion that he wasn't entirely sure had a name at all. None of his clothes seemed entirely right, and the girl had invaded his dreams in 10 different ways in just a couple days. All the ways that he wanted her… needed her… and knew that it could never be… and yet it was so tempting that he thought every other moment about how possible it really could be.

"Why do I feel so weird about this?" he asked himself, sitting down on his bed. The bed that they would probably end up on, then in, tangled up in sheets while their bodies did what they did best. Was the sex really the true allure? He reached for his Pearphone and took another look at the text.

Then take me on a date Fredward. Take me out and I'll show u. I'll show u who u pushed away last nite. One nite as the couple we should have been last year.

Naturally he had responded, not with a definitive answer, but just a reply to say that no, she wasn't awful and he had some faults in there too, but she wasn't really accepting those responses. She wanted a yes or no answer, ideally the former. So he waited. Pondered. Unsure of what he should do.

Jade had all but told him to go through with it if he wanted, though he was pretty sure she was a little distracted with her feelings for Tori at the time. But, it was Jade… she always had this habit of encouraging him to be sexually open and despite the rivalry, she trusted Sam somehow and that wasn't nothing. Tori had been a bit more cautious when they talked, but she was still in her obedient mindset that he'd accidentally created for her, which he loved, but he'd all but melted her brain a couple times and it tended to show when they were alone in a conversation. She liked Sam and wanted to get to know her more and honestly, he wondered if she believed that Sam would find a way to fit in their… triangle in some way.

The former tech producer didn't have a ton of options of people to talk to as it stood, given the content of their relationship. With Jade and Tori out, it wasn't like he could talk to Sam about Sam, and he sure as hell couldn't talk to Cat about this. It definitely wasn't something for his mom, or Spencer, and Carly was already a bit stressed about the big life changes happening. And he certainly couldn't talk to Gibby since he was… well, Gibby.

So he said yes. Saying no would break her heart, and while he feared that a yes would lead her on, he wasn't entirely sure that wasn't what she wanted anyway. Not to mention that tug his heart felt when the idea hit, as if to tell him that he felt a lot more than he was willing to admit to himself. So here he was, standing in front of a mirror… on his 6th shirt in the last hour, trying to find the right casual look to impress, but also match up with Sam's classic penny tee and jeans look.

"How does navy blue look too casual and too formal all at once?!" he groaned, reaching for the edge of his shirt to remove it and move on to number 7 when he heard a knock on the door. "Shit…"

Settling the shirt back down, he realized it was just going to have to work, and tucked it as he walked to get the door, taking a deep breath before he could open the door.

"Sorry, I was… wow…" Freddie was suddenly stunned as he looked at the woman looking him in the eyes. Those eyes looked like nothing he'd ever seen before, the mascara highlighting her blue orbs and making them pop against her paler skin. Her blonde hair was up in a dual ponytails, twintails, making it look darker, like dog ears almost. Her pink lips shimmered and he found himself being taken over with the desire to plant his own lips against them. She wore a black and white plaid top that crossed over itself below her bust, so he could see a vertical sliver of flesh, including her navel. Her matching skirt came down to about mid-thigh, revealing all of her legs essentially, to the bottom of her calf where her laced heels began. Over all of it, she wore a pink sport coat that ended a couple inches above the skirt. Needless to say, this was not the Sam Puckett he was expecting. "You… you look…"

"Get your tongue off the floor, Benson…" Sam said with a smirk that had just the tiniest twist of a smirk, as she moved past her date for the evening to enter the apartment. "I can't believe I got ready before you…"

"Well, I…" Freddie was babbling, unable to take his eyes off of her and she loved every minute of it. "I wasn't sure… you know… what to wear… so that I… matched you and-"

"I'm not sure if you could match me tonight if you tried, nub…" he laughed, and bit her lip as he seemed to stew in his awkwardness, successfully knocking the great Freddie Benson on his metaphorical ass. "I want us to go somewhere… special… so I wouldn't hate seeing you dressed up a little more…"

"Got just the thing…" he said, with a nod, his eyes still fixated on her lips and eyes, unsure how he was supposed to take her out on a date when he really just wanted to tear her clothes off and make love to her form. He turned finally, and headed into his bedroom, expecting Sam to follow, but she wasn't moving. "You can come in here if you want… not like it's something you haven't seen before…"

"I'd like to pretend that it is…" she called back, taking a deep breath. "I meant what I said about this being a normal date, and normal dates have surprises and moments that happen organically, right? So, I surprised you, and now it's your turn…"

"Great… so no pressure…" he laughed to himself as he reached into his closet for a white button up shirt and a black tie, along with a new pair of slacks to match. He threw them all on as fast as he could, unsure of what Sam might be up to in his absence, and the idea of seeing her again just excited him. "I know this won't really compare, and every eye is going to be on you, but hopefully I can look somewhat close enough that only a few people might ask 'what is she doing with him?'"

"You're really gonna have to stop that crap… I can only blush so much…" she laughed, but even from the other room, he could sense the vulnerability in her voice. "You really think it's ok?"

"Without a doubt…" he said, coming around the corner, trying to get his tie under the collar of his shirt. "As someone who has seen you in the same basic outfit style for years, it always blows my mind when you break that mold and tonight… tonight is just beyond all of that…"

"Thanks…" she muttered, trying to keep her skin cool still and stroked her hair a bit. "I found a couple things of Melanie's and I thought… well, maybe I should think about style a little bit more. I'm pretty sure I could live with raiding her wardrobe for a while… you know… since you like it…"

"Truth be told, Sam… there's not a lot that doesn't look great on you. But this is in a whole other league…" Freddie smiled and approached her once more, this time, letting his other senses go, taking in her scent, fruity and a little flowery, but not overpowering. It was new and fresh, and once more in the few minutes he'd been around her, he found himself hungering for her. He reached his arm out, and gave her his best smile, knowing it was always effective with her, "You ready to go, Princess?"

"Definitely…" she said, with a hopeful tone, blushing again at his pet name for her, and reached out to take his arm. "Lead the way, Bens… Freddie…"

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After about twenty minutes of driving in relative, but comfortable, silence between the pair punctuated by allowing Sam to choose the radio station, Freddie pulled the vehicle into the parking to of the Fondue Factory, a restaurant they would be least likely to be spotted by anyone they knew or used to watch the web show, though with their current appearance, it was even more unlikely. He put the vehicle in park then turned off the ignition, passing a glance and smile to his companion, reaching over and taking her hand. He pulled out the key, unbuckled his seatbelt then exited his vehicle. He shut the door behind him then walked around the back of the vehicle to the passenger side and opened the door.

"M'lady…" he teased as he offered a slight bow as he allowed her exit, offering his hand for her to grab. "We have arrived…"

"You are such a dork…" Sam refrained from rolling her eyes as she natural thought it was silly, but a part of her enjoyed the gentlemanly gesture and accepted it. She took his offered hand and stepped out of the car, unsteady for only a moment in the heels. He shut the door behind her then offered his arm to her, as she bashfully took it. "But, tonight, I've never been happier that you're my dork…"

"Of course…" he said, smiling, but in his mind, he was back to racing around wondering if she really was his and he was hers. What were they anyway? They were more than fuckbuddies or even friends. They loved each other and had impeccable chemistry, both in and out of the bedroom. And the way she looked tonight… it was exactly how he pictured her future perfection a year and half ago when they were together.

The blonde let him walk her towards the front of the restaurant. He opened the door for her and she stepped inside. He joined her at her side and walked with her to the Maître' d' and smiled to the older gentleman.

"Hello sir…. I'm Freddie Benson, I spoke with a… Mister Edwards, I believe… about a last minute reservation?"

"Ah yes, Mister Benson. I'm Mister Edwards…" The graying hair gentleman motioned towards his left and behind as he answered, "Right this way. So happy that we could fit you… both… in. We have your table right over here."

Great…" Sam muttered, just at a volume Freddie could hear. "These heels are killing my feet…"

Freddie smiled at the comment, but remained stoic, not wanting to let on that he heard her remark, then the couple followed the gentleman through the restaurant's main serving area toward a secluded corner with the lights slightly dimmed to fit the quiet and intimate mood. "This looks fantastic, Mr. Edwards… thank you so much…"

"Our pleasure…" They reached the booth and the maître d'hotel explained, "I'll send a waitress with your menus momentarily. Please let me know if there is anything we can get for you."

Freddie nodded his head and replied, "Thank you, we will," watching Mister Edwards turn and head back to the front of the restaurant.

"Gotta say…" the blonde whispered, looking all around at the décor and how secluded their area actually was. "I'm really impressed, Freddie…"

"My date wants to have a special dinner, Freddie Benson delivers…" Freddie smirked as took Sam's pink jacket, her body melting a bit at his control of the situation, revealing the rest of her black and white checkered outfit, and drabbing it over the top of the backrest of her seat. "I thought… Sam Puckett loves cheese… and sharp things… so the choice seemed obvious…"

"Unless you mess up and I find a reason to put those pointy things to use…" The double ponytailed blonde sweetly smiled to him as he helped her into the seat. He took a seat across from her and they scooted up to the table so that they were comfortable and close enough. He walked around it and took a seat opposite to her. "So, do we have to stab the food ourselves or-"

"Good evening… I'm Veronica and I'll be taking your orders." The waitress arrived, a cute little thing perhaps in her early twenties with short raven hair, and handed the pair a set of menus. Freddie politely thanked her and the pair glanced over the menu items to order drinks while they decided what they want to order. "Would you like to start with a drink this evening? Our cocktail menu is there on the table and we have a few beers on tap… Budweiser, Miller, Coors-"

"Do you card?" Sam asked, looking up at her, earning a befuddled look from the waitress.

"Of course…" she said, quickly understanding what Sam was getting at as the couple exchanged looks.

"Then I'll just have a water…" the blonde shook her head, and looked to Freddie who was nodding along with her.

"Same here… thank you, Veronica…" Freddie nodded and already knew full well what the meal for the night was going to be. "And I'll go ahead and put in for the rest of the meal if that's alright…"

"Of course…" Veronica said, turning the page on her pad, "go right ahead, sir…"

"We're going to start with your bacon gorgonzola cheese course, then move onto the Classic entrée, and for dessert…" Freddie stopped and looked at his date, knowing that she was getting into the idea of him ordering for both of them, and he decided to play to their personality differences in the dessert, "the Yin and Yang chocolate course…"

"No problem… I'll get that right in for you…" the young woman smiled back as she wrote down their orders then took the menus and left to fulfill their orders, "I'll be right back with the waters in a moment…"

"So…" Sam refrained from making any comment about the price of the meal, recalling his flair up one time when she seemed to be taking advantage of his gentlemen hospitality in going overboard in ordering high priced items, and decided to just think about the way he took charge. "I take it you've been here before?"

"Once…" he replied, with a half smirk and half embarrassed look, "… with mom. So at the very least, the company will be better on this trip."

"I could still ruin it, you know…" she teased, ready to make another self-deprecating comment when the waitress arrived and silently lowered their waters before disappearing back into the darkness of the side of the restaurant. "I know I said I wanted a date but this… this might have been too much…"

"Not really… because… I'll let you in on a secret…" he said, leaning in closer, and showing off something in his pocket, as if it was drugs or something illicit, but simply had a piece of paper. "I have a coupon…"

Sam wasn't sure if it was the look on his face or the way he acted, but she thought she was going to pee from laughing so hard, and he seemed to be enjoying his own humor almost as much.

"But really…" he continued, reaching across the table, and taking her hand, "I would happily pay full price to give you a date like this. A meal like this… because you're worth it… even if you don't think you are…"

"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked, her hand gripping his a little tighter.

"You know what I mean, Sam…" Freddie backpedaled a bit, hoping to rephrase what he said, without losing any of the meaning. "I know you don't think much of yourself sometimes… I just want you to… well, I just wish you could see you like-

"And here we are with the cheese course…" Veronica interrupted, setting the near boiling pot on the center of the table where the heating unit was, followed by a small plate of assorted pieces to dip. "Your spears are in the napkins and if you need any help, please let me know. It will probably be around 10-15 minutes for your entrée if that's alright?"

"That's fine… thank you…" Sam said stoically, trying not to get angry at the woman for doing her job, but Freddie seemed like he was on the verge of saying something and she didn't want to miss it. The waitress quickly disappeared without another word, letting the couple have their privacy, and Sam was now torn between his words and the truly perfect smell of cheese and bacon filling her nose. "Wow… I always wondered what heaven looked like…"

"I saw it at my front door less than an hour ago…" he said, without missing a beat, and looking at her, and seeing her blush a bit more. "This is looking pretty close though…"

Sam wanted to say something back for his compliment, but found herself unsure of what more she could say at this point. Carefully, they each picked up the skewers and stabbed bread and fruit pieces and hooked pretzels to lower into the bubbling cauldron before pulling them out and letting them cool before eating. Once the food touched their lips, all conversation came to a screeching halt as neither realized how hungry they were until the flavor struck them and it was all that mattered.

"So…" Sam idly commented, finally breaking the couple minutes of silence, taking a breather between bites of her food, "You… me… steaming food… This kinda feels like our first date all over again…"

"Without the company…" Freddie gently mused and took a sip from his drink.

"Yeah…" Sam rolled her eyes and nodded her head to the side, recalling their failed date when Carly tagged along, "but… I think… this one's going far better than that one."

"I would definitely agree…" he smiled back, reaching his hand out again for her to hold. "This has probably been a long time coming."

"A date with just the two of us?" she asked, looking into his eyes, unsure of how she should play this moment. "Or just this food…. Or-"

"This… all of this…" he lightheartedly commented between bites of his food. "The date. The food. You and me. We both needed this break… it's either bouncing between school and work or juggling family stuff."

"You're staying busy, that's for sure," she muttered, the words sounding a bit more bitter than she had intended, but she couldn't deny that she wished he had focused on her a bit more than a few hours a week.

"I have to finish out strong before graduation and make as much money as I can before heading back to Los Angeles for college." Freddie released her hand and reached over for his water to take a big sip. "I can't exactly bear to mooch off of Jade and Tori once I'm there and you can't go back to living…"

The couple locked eyes for a moment, both well aware of what he was about to say, and if there was a chance to hold hands again, they wouldn't be doing it. Cat was a sore subject in every sense and there was no telling which emotion the redhead's name might elicit. Originally it was anger, then sadness, and now it just seemed like shame.

They sat in silence for a few minutes until finally the cheese wall but taken care of, and was quickly replaced with a larger boiling bowl and a tray covered in raw meat- steak, chicken, pork, and shrimp- and a tray of vegetables and sauces. There were directions on the plates luckily, to show how long they needed to leave each of the meats for best results. Both took to the entrée fairly easily but given the wait time, it was hard not to notice the awkward silence.

"You have to try this," Sam, finally breaking the silence now that her mood was better, offered a piece of steak with a teriyaki glaze to him with her stick, which he cautiously accepted, leaning his head forward and biting down, pulling it off the sharp skewer.

"Mmhmm…" Freddie chewed the morsel with a little surprise at the flavor, moaning in approval of the taste.

"Kinda shocked that just happened…" The blonde watched him for a few moments, seeing the quizzical look on his face at her comment. "You really trusted me with a sharp object in your mouth?"

"Well… no less than anyone else I know…" Freddie cocked his head to the side and sighed. "That, and… I don't exactly think you want to damage my mouth…"

"Oh really?" Sam cocked an eyebrow, and let a smart smirk cross her pink, so inviting, lips. "Because you use it so well on me?"

He snorted and nearly choked on his sip of water. He managed to swallow the liquid and cough a few time, drawing for breath trying not to laugh. "Are you saying I don't?"

"Oh, you know…" she said, rolling her eyes as if complimenting him was really a true difficulty for her. "You do pretty good work, Benson. But your girlfriend might be better… your girlfriend's girlfriend too probably… and she'd only gone down on a girl… three or four times before me?"

"Ouch, Puckett…" Freddie clutched his chest with a feigned injury. "You wound me… do we really want to compare rankings for things though?"

"You know I'm kidding…" she chuckled, while internally screaming that he not say another word. The last thing she needed to think about was how she compared to the others. "Honestly, though… you are really good... you know… at that…"

"It helps to be so… inspired by the person you're with…" he whispered back, offering her a skewer capped with a pork piece with a delicious sweet and tangy orange sauce which she gladly leaned forward and took, closing her lips around and moaning around meat. "The saccharine and sharp tastes hitting your tongue in all the right ways… there's nothing quite like it…"

Sam knew he was playing with a double entendre, but the flavor of the food really was overwhelming and she loved it, knowing she needed to have another taste of it while her brain focused on his tone. "Is it… the kind of thing you could have for… every meal though?"

"Possibly…" he said, his leg rubbing hers underneath the table. "I don't think I could get tired of it… but perhaps I'd mix up some flavors as well to keep it interesting… like this steak with horseradish… bitter at first taste but then it moves to a very creamy, addictive savory flavor… or this chicken, soaked in a rosemary, tomato sauce… there's a Latin, kinda spicy flavor here that has a very sweet finish…"

Freddie brought the steak piece to his lips to savor and enjoy, seeing in the blonde's hungry eyes that she was understanding his meaning. He was saying, kind of, what she'd been hoping he would say for a while- that he was willing to keep her around, wanting to savor her as much as Jade and Tori. Now he just needed to say the actual words.

"I certainly like those flavors… I could get used to enjoying them too…" she said, biting her lip a bit as she searched for the best representation of the flavors that Freddie would be for her, but she couldn't find any that compared and before she knew it, they'd finished off all of it save for a few vegetables. "Honestly, I could get so lost… eating… this stuff that I don't know if I could ever leave the house…"

Before he could respond with another innuendo laced comment, the waitress returned with the pair of small dishes and the dessert, swapping boiling Bourguignonne for a mixture of white and dark chocolate swirled into a yin yang shape, the sight lighting up Sam's eyes.

"Mama has been looking forward to this…" she whispered, as the tray of marshmallows and graham crackers and strawberries was slid next to it. Once the waitress was gone, Freddie slid over further in the booth and made a motion for her to come over. "What is it?"

"I want to share this with you…" he said, as she slowly slid over and then moved to sit next to him. "I didn't want to constantly be reaching across when I fed you…"

"Feed me? Like I'm a child?" she retorted, feigning some kind of sleight.

"According to your table manners…" he said, with a near fake scolding with a grin on his face. "But really… I feel like I've been too far away from you tonight already… I wanted to feel you next to me… to share this with you…"

He picked up the smaller skewer and went for the strawberry half, stabbing it and lowering it into the dark side with one half, and the white with the other. Sam had to force herself to hold back, wishing she could just stick her whole face in the chocolate, and then her date, thankful she had come this far keeping her usual table manners in check.

"Careful now… it's hot…" he mentioned, knowing she was beyond caring about it, and eased the stick into her mouth for the first half. She smiled as she chewed, her tongue dancing with delight at the flavor of the dessert. She refrained from speaking with her mouth full, deciding to finish chewing then went to the other half, getting the dark side to explode in her mouth before commenting. "This is fucking delicious. Sorry… I've been meaning to watch the language… We have to come here more often… or at least find out where they sell these so I can get this dessert on a regular basis."

"We can ask…" he answered with a teasing smile. "I'd say we could even use it in the bedroom, but our last foray into erotic snacks ended with honey stuck in your…"

"And that's why I keep it shaved now…" she raised her eyes, looking around to make sure no one heard or even might have heard his comment, or hers. "Now open up…"

Sam fed him a marshmallow, covered in the dark chocolate as she knew he liked that a lot more than the white, which she was partial to. They took turns feeding one another and while there were several chances to touch one another, they resisted, each telling themselves that they had the whole night and it could wait. Though it they knew how much the other wanted it, patience would have been the last thing on their minds.

The waitress returned with the check and Freddie pulled out his wallet. He opened it and pulled a card out, along with the coupon, passing it to the young lady. She accepted the card with a smile then walked away to swipe the card.

"For a second there…" Sam cocked a teasing eyebrow and asked with a lighthearted voice, "I had a mild heart attack that we might be going Dutch…"

"Of course not, but… if you want a jumbo slushy…" he said with a heavy sigh and a half smile, "we might have to wait for a special occasion. I'm going to have a lot of expenses when we get back to L.A."

"You're all the jumbo slushy I need, Freddie…" The blonde smiled, but she could see that he was a little worried and nodded along, able to see his point-of-view and realizing some of those expenses could be pretty heavy. If she wanted to be included in his relationship, that would mean him trying to keep at least three women happy and what a hit that would be to his bank account in the future on top of the expense of schooling. "Guess it's good I've never been much for special occasions…"

The waitress returned with his card and receipt, prompting Freddie to stand up. He replaced it in his wallet and pulled out several dollars to leave as a personal tip for the waitress on the table. Sam checked her purse quickly for any change to add to it and ended up swapping out some of the singles for a 10, planning to stuff them back into his wallet later.

"I guess back to the apartments…" Freddie stretched his leg for a moment, then turned to take Sam's hand to help her out as well. He reached for her coat and held it for her to slip one arm into it then the other, and in a full repeat performance, offered his arm to her then led her out of the restaurant. "If that's ok with you…"

"More than ok…" she said, gripping his hand tighter.

They passed the gentleman host, sharing a smile and a wave then Freddie added his thanks for the fantastic service.

The maître d' eagerly replied, "You're welcome and we hope to see you again soon."

The couple continued their way out of the restaurant, smiling and walking close to each other and out to his car, both more eager for something than they could remember for a while, but trying their best not to let the other know how eager they were.

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After another half an hour drive through classic Seattle traffic, the teens arrived back at Bushwell Plaza and wasted no time heading into the building from the underground garage. Thankfully with the basement elevator they wouldn't have to walk by Lewbert and hear all his shitty remarks. There was a slight moment when Freddie caught her scent that he wasn't sure if he could wait to have her, but the fear that anyone might hop on the elevator at any time stifled his desires just enough.

They exited the elevator a few minutes after leaving his car, her arm looped with his right arm and he leading them towards his and the Shays' apartments. She leaned close to him, snuggling her nose against his cheek, inhaling his masculine scent as well, and stifling a laugh from stray remark he had made just before the elevator doors opened. They lazily made their way down the hallway, sharing hushed whispers and quick, secretive kisses.

"You know what I just thought of?" Freddie suddenly stopped suddenly with a fearful expression on his face, pausing just before they made the corner around to his and the Shay's apartments.

"Shit… what?" Sam froze, emotions rocketing through her formerly content mind, now filling with fear and anger that something might ruin their moment. "What is it?"

"This," he quickly said, planting a larger, deeper kiss on her lips, causing her to mew out, just as much in laughter as frustration. He attempted to steal another, more direct and sweet kiss, but she tilted her head just in time to dodge the kiss.

"Now who needs to learn patience?" She slightly pulled away, teasingly smiling to him. He returned the smile and attempted another kiss, this time landing on her cheek before she pulled him along with her further down the hallway. "Let's go, loverboy…"

They finally turned the corner and reached the middle of the hallway between the Shay and Benson doors. He turned to face her and asked, "So… do you want to come in… maybe have a little snack and relax before I walk you… all those steps home?"

"Why Mister Benson… you're not hoping for something a little more to happen before the night's out?" Sam cocked her head to the side, feigning innocence with a slightly raised pitched voice. She shook her head and added in a teasing voice, "I hope you know that I'm not the kind of girl that sleeps with a guy on the first date."

"Of course…" Freddie chuckled, licked his lips then dipped his head forward to kiss her left cheek. He pulled his face back to meet her eyes and answered in a jovial tone, "Why Sam, I'm hurt that you would think I would be so… shallow… with such a beautiful woman in my presence? I know you are worth any wait…"

"You're such a sap…" Sam snorted out and shook her head before she turned and cupped his left cheek before pressing her lips against his mouth for a soft kiss. "Can you imagine if that was really us?"

"Another time… another life…" Freddie moved his hands to rest on her hips and deepened the kiss, groaning with desire for her. "We could have done things exactly by the book…"

"Fuck books…" She moved her hands up to rest on his shoulders and responded to his kiss with a flick of her tongue past his lips and against his tongue. She swiped her muscle across his muscle, responding in kind to aggressive move. "I know I was… just joking about patience… but shit… please… let's get inside…"

They continued to share a few deeper kisses before he turned her towards the door and switched to lighter, softer kisses, smiling as his body pressed her more against the door. He finally had to pull his mouth away long enough from Sam's lips to focus enough to slip the key into the deadbolt and turn it to hear it unlock. The former tech producer stole a kiss from the corner of her mouth while pulling the key out of the lock and pushing it into the next lock. He quickly turned it with the satisfying clicking sound and pulled it out the pushed the door opened, bringing her along in the grip of his right arm.

"I cannot tell you… how much I've been waiting… to get you back here…" He turned her, almost dancing into the apartment and turned enough to face the door to shut it behind him. He tossed the keys on the neighboring small table then had just enough sense in his haze to turn both locks to secure the door. "No interruptions…"

"None…" she echoed, biting her lip and looking into his beautifully hungry eyes.

He turned his attention back to Sam, picking up where his left off in the frantic kissing and gripping her hips to continue dancing her into the living room with a slow waltz. His hand moved to cup her ass, giving it a powerful squeeze as they made their way to the couch, but Sam moved her hands from cupping his cheeks to his chest to push a little distance between their pressing chests.

"So eager…" she teased, knowing that it was rare that she got to lead him on and be the more controlled person. "It's almost like you want me super bad or something…"

"Or something…" he teased, knowing that she was just messing with him, which might have made this whole thing even hotter. "I can't keep my hands off you, Princess Puckett. I can't stop thinking about gripping your hands, your sides, your ass, and currently, your throat…"

"You're funny…" the blonde teased, moving her head a little more so that he could see her dog ear hair bob, wondering if he was thinking about how he'd use it later. "Don't make threats you don't intend to see through though…"

"Never…"

"I've been thinking so hard about you… about us…" the former bully breathed out, feeling like her body might explode if Freddie didn't hurry up and touch her. "That night you took me to the club… when you took me back here and just used me like a fucking sex toy… How you just ripped that dress off me and left all my clothes in a heap on your floor. How you basically drug me back to your room, pushed me down on that desk where you do your homework, and kicked my legs apart… when you just locked eyes with me and slipped your hand down… rubbed my pussy to make sure I was wet enough to take your big fucking cock… and when I wasn't, you spanked me… pulled my hair and pushed your fingers inside, and didn't stop until I was dripping wet…"

They finally make it to the couch, dropping together side-by-side. He tilted his head to the side to deepen a kiss while he moved his right hand off her ass and up her side until he palmed her left breast through the short top and gave it a powerful squeeze.

"Fuck…" Sam whimpered into his mouth, turned on beyond all belief by his take charge attitude, powerful kisses, and the way his hands roamed over her body, but she had to rein in her own lust. Tonight was supposed to be like a date- not the wild animals they could be in the bedroom but the couple she believed they could be in every facet of their lives. She pressed her hands on his chest again to break the kiss, huffing for breath then shifting her weight to throw her left leg over his lap to straddle him. "If I let you keep doing that… I'm going to lose my mind…"

"That's the idea, right?" Freddie attempted another kiss as his hands took a firm grip of her ass, but the blonde raised a finger to place over his lips. He gave her a curious gaze while she smiled playfully and answered his unasked question in a soft and teasing voice.

"Shhh… we have all night… no need to rush…"

"I have to say that I am beyond surprised…" He cocked an eyebrow and lopsidedly smile, accepting her pace despite all she had done to work him up to this point. "Sam Puckett putting the brakes on…"

"There's a time for flooring it, like a streetrace… going as hard and fast as you can, using all your tricks to get to that finish line…" Sam turned her head right to focus on undoing her laces to her right heel then slipped it off then turned her head to the left to do the same thing to her other foot. She held her devilish smirk as she turned her attention back to him. She wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, and went in for the playful kiss. "And there's a time to just cruise…"

"I can dig it… you're in the driver's seat tonight…" He quickly returned it while his hands picked up kneading her ass. They started exchanging soft kisses, smiling against each other's lips and stealing each other's increasingly faster breaths. She started rolling her hips during the exchange and with his powerful grip holding her ass, him helping her along to grind her center against his crotch and feel his growing hardness. Knowing that he was poking her, and just to further tease her, he leaned up and licked her earlobe and whispered, "I know you love driving 'stick'…"

"Mhmmm…" Sam whispered between kisses, "You're getting hard for me…"

"How could I not?" He grinned and stole a quick kiss before answering, "You getting wet for me?"

"Maybe…" She smiled before going in for a deep kiss and playfully scratching the back of his head just above the hairline, rotating her hips like a belly dancer in her grind to answer his question. "Mmmhmmm… almost dripping since dinner…"

"Only since dinner?" he fired back as if this was a true sleight. "I'm going to have to step my game up if it took that long…"

"Shut up and kiss me, Freddie…" the blonde bombshell smirked, pressing her lips to his.

Freddie returned the kiss with a deep groan from the stimulation, using it to distract her as he let go of her ass with one of his hands to reach behind his neck to undo her grasp around it. He freed one of her arms then reached for the shoulder of the pink jacket. He gently pulled it off her shoulder and down her arm, freeing it. She reached right back up to hold his neck while their kisses became a little more frantic. He retook a hold of her ass with his right hand and repeated the process with his left hand, freeing his neck and pulling down the jacket off her other arm before it dropped onto his knees in a bundle.

"That's better…" he smirked, sneaking a shot at her vulnerable neck. "I loved your look at dinner, but there's something about seeing you with fewer and fewer clothes that just gets me…"

"One of these days, Benson…" Sam grunted with a slight moan at his quick suckle on her jugular, "that smooth shit is going to stop working…"

"And that will be a very… interesting… day…" Freddie turned his focus back onto the kissing, moving deeper with each word, and helping her grind against him, each chasing for some carnal satisfaction as they exchanged gentle affections. He growled into their kisses as she began to whimper, clearly becoming affected with feeling his hardness against her center. "You truly look amazing… no teasing… I fell in love with you all over again when I saw you at my door… you can let your guard down…"

"It's been down for so long I can't imagine being anyone else with you, Freddie…"

"I can't get over how incredible you look, feel, and even are acting…" he let out a few hot breaths against her lips, pressing his head to hers. "But I was liking that story you were telling. Keep telling me about that night…"

"You were there… you know…" she smiled, her cheeks growing hotter by the second. In his eyes, she could see that he loved hearing her speak of their time, and who was she to deny him. "You remember taking that big fat head of yours and pushing it in me as I shook… just waiting to feel whole again… and you stopped… just letting me feel that tip… and you grabbed my arms… pulling them back… and you started saying things that made me almost cum on the spot… and just when I thought I could kill you for keeping me on edge, you grabbed my wrists… and you just pushed all the way in… balls deep in a second… I was fucking screaming so loud, I'm sure Spencer heard since he couldn't look at me… you just kept fucking me and I was just screaming for more… harder, faster, more… more… goddammit… don't stop…"

"I don't think I've ever seen you get off just thinking about something…" Freddie laughed as he could actually feel the intense heat coming right to off of her skin as it flushed. "It's a really good look for you…"

"How could I not? I was literally crying when I finally came, squeezing you like I was going to die in that moment…" Sam's lower lip quivered, as she felt Freddie's hand going up and down her arm, leaving goosebumps in his wake. "I was screaming for you to just use me… and you did. You drilled me from behind, got on top, even threw me against the wall to fuck the shit out of me… and then after I begged for it, you finally came… all over my face and tits… before I sucked and cleaned you off while you told me what a good little slut I was… I've rubbed my clit and cum at least ten times since that night, just thinking about it…"

"Then let's try for some new memories…" he teased with that fiendish tone, and in a heartbeat, the blonde bombshell knew she was ready for the night of her life.

"That does it… I held back as long as I could…" Sam eventually broke the series of kisses and dropped her forehead against his forehead, gazing into his eyes and whispering, "I think… we need to move this… to your bedroom."

Freddie softly chuckled, a bit of his warm breath tickling her nose, "Good idea."

He threw his weight forward, tightening his grip on her ass, and stood up, bringing her with him almost effortlessly. Sam laughed at the power and manhandling of her body, tightening her arms around the back of his neck and turned her once straddling legs to wrap around his waist, holding tight like a monkey.

Freddie silently walked her to his bedroom, save for giggles and laughs, letting go of one of her rear cheeks and reaching for the door handle, turning it then pushed the door open with his right shoulder then walked further into the bedroom, led only by the light of the moon shining into the bedroom.

"I know I'm taking you to my bed and things are probably going to happen, but before any of it… I wanted to tell you… something. He walked to the foot of the bed, ready to lay her down, but stopped himself to whisper to her, "I love you."

"I…" The blonde's breath hitched then beamed a heartfelt smile to him, dropping all the pretenses she put up with everyone else. "I love you too… so completely and fully in love with you, Freddie Benson… I've been yours since the day we first kissed…"

"I know…" he smiled at her, with that stupid perfect smile that said a million different perfect things without words even leaving his mouth. "And while you see yourself as 'mine,' this has been a night all about you… all about you taking the lead, making changes, and stepping forward with what you want… so… tell me… tell me what comes next… what you want from me tonight?"

"I just want to be with you… I want this to be real…" She brushed her thumb over his cheek, studying his eyes for a few moments then answered, "I want you to make love to me… nothing wild or rough, at least for now. Just… just touch me… make love to me… like you would with Jade or Tori… when you're being sweet… when you are with them… truly with them…"

"I've never been fake with you… but I understand…" He smiled and stole a quick kiss for his answer then carefully laid her on the bed. He scooted forward on his knees, prying her legs apart with his knees while staying upright. He reluctantly let go of her, moving his hands to his collar, needing to loosen his tie just enough to undo his collar. Once loosened enough without untying it, he began unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it from the waistband of his slacks. "The perils of dressing up… so many pieces…"

"Then allow me to make it even harder…" While he worked on getting his clothes off, she reached up and grabbed his tie, wrapping it around her hand once and using it to pull him forward in order to capture his lips in a soft and sweet kiss. He braced his hands on either side of her body to balance while quickly reciprocating with a series of soft and sweet kisses that each became deeper than the last one until his tongue slipped past her lips and they were dueling, but without one trying to outdo the other, each exploring as if this was each organ's first foray into foreign territory.

They shared the kisses for another minute, stealing each other's breath and groaning and whimpering into each other's oral orifice. He finally broke the series of kisses and commented with a smirk, "You know… it took me forever to tie that tie…"

"Too bad…" She just laughed in return and tossed it beside her head near the pillow before pulling him down to roll with him on the bed. "Whatever will you do with your hands now?"

"Hmmm… nothing is coming to mind…" After playfully rolling several times back and forth in each other's embrace, Freddie found himself on the top position, his hands braced on either side of her head. He grinned to her and teased, "You know… this whole good girl angle you're trying is certainly new… but not unwelcomed."

"Well… if Jade can be a master of the whole 'lady in the streets/freak in the sheets' thing, I can do it too…" She cocked her head to the right, returning his smirk and rubbed a hand up and down his chest, looking as if she was deep in thought for a moment then continued, "To be honest, I wasn't sure what I was doing until you opened the door… and then at dinner where you just looked at me… and treated me so well… and that's when I realized that this is what I wanted…"

"You know I would have treated you the same regardless right?" He leaned forward and kissed her forehead then sweetly answered, "But Sam, you should be yourself—"

"Yeah, like that has been working for me…" she muttered with a heavy sigh. "As if that was ever going to make me happy—not like this, not like I am right now… seeing the look in your eyes, feeling you with me… this feels right… so maybe a change was actually due…"

He opened his mouth ready to argue with him, but she lifted a finger to place over his lips and interrupted.

"Whatever deep and smart thing that you have to say, it can wait until the morning."

"Yes, ma'am…" Freddie just smiled, letting her have her way, especially since he didn't want to 'spoil' the mood and both still eager for this to go further than just a little rolling around on the bed. He sat up to partially rest on his heels and pulled her up into a seated position, slipping his hands onto her back, muttering, "Hmm… where are you…"

"What?" She curiously looked to him, wondering his next move until his hands moved up her back to find the zipper at the top of the back of her shirt. "Oh…"

He reached for the tab and slowly pulled it down, the sound barely above the sound of their deepening breaths of anticipation. The former tech producer reached the bottom then reached for the shoulders, pulling the sleeves off her shoulder and down the front of her chest, revealing her strapless white pushup bra holding her lovely breasts. He tossed the shirt aside and just stared at the swell of pale flesh contained in the garment.

"I never get tired of seeing your body…" Freddie whispered, slowly moving his hands up towards them, pausing to flick a gaze to her as if asking permission, even at this stage. Sam gave a barely perceived nod, giving him the go ahead to finish moving his hands up to cup underneath the lovely covered mounds. He softly squeezed them a few times then began to slowly knead them through the garment. "So soft… and warm… gravity defying… and inviting…"

"Shit… don't stop…" Sam closed her eyes, letting out a soft sigh at the gentle caressing of her sensitive flesh, feeling more than just the physical contact, but the emotional touch that he could be so reverent towards her body. She let out a deeper sigh when she felt his mouth against the right side of her neck to plant a soft kiss then another then another until he was working down to her collarbone. Her heart was absolutely racing at his gentle, yet generous touch, "Oh god, baby… mhmhmmm…"

"Just relax… I'm going to take care of you…" Freddie continued to softly massage her chest as his mouth moved further down and kissed along the swell of her breasts, just on the edge of her bra. He let his mouth travel back and forth against the swell of her chest, peppering her soft skin that began to flush with a healthy pink hue and picked up rising and falling with the tingling sensation going through her body. "I'm going to take my time and treat you the way I probably should have always- worshipping and memorizing every single atom…"

Sam began to tremble from the sweet attention, licking her lips and letting out loader and quicker moans, "Aaaahhh… Frrrredddiieee…. uuuaaaahhh… aaahhhhaaa…" She rubbed her hands up and down his upper arms, finding an outlet for his sweet kisses and gentle massaging of her chest.

After another minute of him worshipping her chest even with her bra still on, she couldn't take what was turning into torturous teasing. She placed a hand on his chest, giving him a gentle push to break his mouth off her flesh.

"Time out…" she huffed, eyes seemingly fluttering and desperate for breath. "Just… for a second…"

He looked up at her with curiosity, something she quickly satisfied by bashfully reaching behind her back with one hand and covering her chest with her other forearm, pushing his massaging hands away. She unfastened it effortlessly, then dropped her hand, letting her forearm keep the bra in place. Feeling suddenly bashful in light of everything she's done with him and in his presence, Sam locked her eyes with him, and slowly lowered her arm and taking the bra with her. She rested her arm on her lap, revealing her chest, knowing he would, but still praying against her doubts that he would find her beautiful.

Freddie let his eyes roam over her beautiful D-cup chest, resisting gravity pretty well with their nice symmetrical plump curvature and topped with pink delicious nubs. His admiration was interrupted with her surprising him by gently pushing him back to have a seat on the bed and climbing onto his lap. He pulled his legs out from under him, immediately groaning out with her beginning to grind on his center.

"Alright… now you may resume…" She cupped the back of his head and pulled his face down to her right breast, giving him an outlet for his groans. "Mmhmmm… just devour me, Freddie Benson…"

"Gladly…" He parted his lips and started placing kisses all over the mound of flesh, throwing in the occasional lick to coat her fleshy orb and nipple with his saliva. He started kissing in a spiral motion from the top curvature of her breast to the inner side of her valley, over the underside and around the outer edge. He repeated the cycle until he found her now-hardened pink nub. He latched his lips over it and slowly suckled from it, causing her to deeply whimper and push his head harder against her flesh. "You taste so fucking good, Sam…"

"Unnghhmmm…" Sam's eyes fluttered, wanting to throw a smart and sexy reply back but found her brain failing her, feeling weak in his grip and lulling back with a deep relaxing sigh setting its path all throughout her body. She moved her arms back to brace her hands on his shins, but his hands on her back did the majority of the work to hold her and gave him the advantage of giving him greater access to her chest. He switched to her other breast and repeated the slow, deliberate process of kissing over ever square inch then taking a few deep affectionate suckle from her teat. "Gaawwwwdddd… please… don't stop…"

"I won't… I couldn't…" he whispered between suckles, his mind suddenly flashing to a possible future with her, a ring on her finger, and nursing their newborn child as he kissed and massaged her neck and shoulders. It was rare that he caught visions like that with Sam, but this was the first one that seemed to truly hit him as possible. So much so that he found himself wishing he could taste what life-giving fluids her chest could provide. "So good, Sam… I've been wanting you… wanting this… for days… my little secret…"

"Show me… show me how much…" Sam rolled her head back and forth, deeply whimpering and moaning from his skilled mouth and tongue feasting wider and sucking harder on one breast then another then back to the other. "Aaaggahhhh… uuuaahhh… aaggghhh…" Her body responded by the constant tingling sensation through her mounds of flesh by grinding her center harder against his hardness pressing against her aching core. "I have a secret too…"

"Tell me…" he growled, inhaling her scent and getting drunk off her perfection. "Tell me your secret, Princess…"

"It's not… really a secret…" she grinned, purring and grinding more, desperate to fit her whole body in his hungry mouth. "I want to be… but I can't be… like your other girls… like Jade… or Tori… I need you… unghh… to punish me… when I am bad… I need you to reward me… when I am a good girl… I… fuck… need to be… taught… need to be… used… I need… I need… to be… oh shhhhhitttttt…. YOURS!"

Freddie responded by growling against her flesh and speed up his attention, driving her further into a frenzy. He knew they were supposed to be taking it slow, and letting her feel the way he was with Jade and Tori, but Sam always had the effect on him that his Beast begged to escape. Sex was always more primal, more raw… more natural in a lot of ways… and hers was a body he couldn't help but give in to.

"Fr-Freddie… mmmhmm… shit…" The blonde couldn't take much more of the concentrated attention of mouthing, kissing and licking of her flesh, so she sat back up and grabbed his collar to bring his mouth back up for a powerful and deep kiss. She moaned deeply into his mouth and bullied her tongue past his lips, desperate to taste him and meet his tongue. "I'm… I'm going to explode… if you don't… slow down…"

They maintained their moan filled and deep kisses for several more moments, each desiring more and more of each other. Sam leaned backwards, pulling him along with her with the intention of dragging the rest of him along with her, pausing only long enough for him to pull his legs out from under her, so that, once again, he was on top.

"I want you to explode, Princess… that's where the magic happens…" Freddie maintained his kissing of her pink and quite kissable lips, moving one hand back to her right breast to pick up his soft massaging while his right hand moved down her smooth stomach and towards the front button of her shorts. He quickly popped the button, pulling the fly aside then sliding his hand over her center, feeling the heat and moisture that had formed from their affection coming through the leggings and thong. "You're so hot… and wet… you go any further and you might as well be one of those fondue pots…"

"Mmmmaaahhhhhmmnnn…" she whimpered into his mouth from the contact on her core, cupping the back of his neck with both hands to hold him in place for their kissing and wiggling her hips to grind her center against his hand. "As long as… you stick… some meat… your meat… in there…"

"That's the plan, Sam…" He maintained his double massaging of her body and deep, overwhelming and dominating kisses for several more moments that stretched into several long seconds. "I know… you want to… fight a release… but don't… I won't stop… making love to you… this is our night… our night to let our bodies… do what comes naturally… when two people give in… to love… as much as lust…"

"I… I give in…" she moaned out between their deep kisses, just repeating as it seemed she was getting closer and closer to losing her mind to the pleasure coursing through every nerve in her body. "All of me… I give… I love you…"

"I love you too…" Freddie finally broke the kissing, allowing her to catch her desperate breath past her swollen lips. He watched her beautiful face, cheeks flushed with a pink hue and her chest rapidly rising and falling to fill her lungs with oxygen while his fingers continued to brush up and down her center. "I'm not going to rip the orgasms from your body… stealing your ecstasy with your breath and mind… I want them… very much… but I want you to give them to me… willingly…"

"You… you can have them… have it all…" Sam felt weak under his gaze and his touch separated by two layers of clothing, but had enough sense of mind to use the distraction to move her right hand towards the fly of his slacks. She bit her bottom lip, palmed over his groin and slowly began rubbing up and down of his extremely hardened meat that was more than desperate to be freed. "Anything… everything… you want… you can have it…"

"Unnghhmmm…" He groaned and closed his eyes, her touch and friction of his clothing against his shaft sending a powerful jolt of pleasure through his body. "What I want… is… more… than just saying it… when the moment hits… and you're riding that pleasure… to the greatest heights, Princess… you're going to want to hold out… keep it to yourself for a little longer… I want you to surrender the moment your body wants to release… let me see and feel it… I will give you more… as many as you want…"

"Done… I just want… this… you…" Sam breathily uttered against his lips, "Shit… you're… so… fucking… hard…"

"Yessss…. you've got no one to blame but yourself, baby…" He dropped his forehead against her forehead and growled out, "And you're… you're so wet… and hot…"

"Please… keep… I… I need… uuuaaggghhh…"

He snuggled his nose against her cheek and uttered, "I need… you too… aaggahh…"

They just watched each other's expressions as they pleasured the other with loving caresses through their clothing with the intention of expressing their love for the other. He just relaxed to her touch, slowing his massaging of her chest, but focusing enough of dipping his finger inside her tight confines that naturally squeezed around the invading unit. She slumped further into the bed, softly rolling her hips while her hand squeezed and brushed up and down his shaft, enjoying the solid rod in her hand.

"I can't… I can't wait…" Sam's other hand eventually joined her other hand to undo his belt. She worked out the end of his belt to undo the buckle then popped the button to his slacks. Her hands pulled his fly open then slipped her right hand under the waistband of his boxers, wrapping her fingers around his warm, almost velvet coated, steely shaft. "Oh fuck…"

"Aaaghhh…" he sighed out with her soft touch around his rod. "Ungghh… super sensitive… no one… including me… has gripped it since you met me in the hall last night…"

"No pre-date jerk off? Mmmhmm… that means you've got some serious business brewing…" She gently stroked him several times in a twisting motion, getting a feel for the hardness she had induced since she first walked inside his apartment this evening. She smiled at seeing his reaction, surrendering to her touch and just feeling her presence. It was the one thing she could do that almost always put her in control of him, and this time was no different. "Probably why you're so hard… so eager…"

"I am…" Freddie thought about surrendering to it, but he forced his eyes opened and brushed his fingers above her clearly visible outline of her sex with the thong clinging against her center due to her wetness. He met her eyes and moved the pads of his fingers over her waistband, indicating where he wanted his fingers to travel. "But tonight is your night, Princess… the night when Sam Puckett gets touched… tasted… made love to… like she's always deserved…"

"Unnghhmmm…" The blonde bit her bottom lip again and nodded her head, giving him permission to go further. "Just promise… you will let me please you too…"

"You have already done so much… but I promise…" Freddie needed no other encouragement and slid his fingers from her center then slipped under her panties, brushing his digits over her heated and slick center. His pointer and ring finger brushed the outer edges of her lips while his middle finger moved up and down between her folds until he gently pushed it inside. "Ohh… mmmhmm… it's like I'm being sucked in… you really have missed me…"

"Ffffffuuuckk… yaaaassssss…" Sam closed her eyes and whimpered out with the direct touch against her heated and sensitive nether lips then slipping into her opening, "AAaaaahhh… uuuaahhhh…" She responded by picking up the speed of stroking him inside his boxers, catching his pre-release on her thumb, and bringing it to her lips to suckle for a moment to savor the coming flavor when he was ready, then licked her palm to use to polish his crown and lubricate his shaft.

"Shit, that's good…" He groaned from the powerful jolt of pleasure down his shaft and into his balls. His inner thigh muscles trembled, but focused on gently rolling his wrist, pushing and pulling his digits into her silky love canal to ride out his pleasure. "Your hand feels too good… I can't even imagine… how other places… will feel…"

Freddie picked up kissing her, each feeding off the other with deeper and deeper kisses while their respective hands pleasured the other. He was in the lead into bringing her to ecstasy with his skilled digits, finally reaching the end of all the teasing since they arrived back to Bushwell. Her hips began to roll more and her breath quickened between kisses.

"UUUGNHHHHNN!" Sam finally broke the kisses, looking him in the eyes and body shivered. Her face contorting more and more with pleasure as her body was reaching the final limits of her pleasure. She studied his face to see he was also fighting to control his pleasure with her soft stroking motion, but he seemed like he had a ways to go. She told him she wouldn't fight it, but here she was, revealing herself as a liar. She just wanted it so bad. "Almost… almost…"

"Just let it all out, baby…" Seeing that she was on her last legs, Freddie concentrated massaging her right breast and added grinding his palm against her external bundle of nerves with his dipping middle digit. "I've got you… I won't let you fall, Princess… or feel anything but bliss…"

The blonde squinted and squeaked out a soft whine, "Aaaahhh… eewwaahhh… Freddie… I'm… it's yourssss… aaahhh…"

"Thank you…" He lunged forward, catching her mouth in a powerful kiss just as she the knot in her stomach snapped and let out her cry of pleasure torn from her throat. He groaned into her mouth, muffling her shouts of content as a gentle wave passed over her body, which he held tight, never letting her feel for a second that he wouldn't be right there with her for the rest of time.

"Ughmmmhmmm…" She shuddered a few times, bucking her pelvis up, driving his finger deeper into her opening and grinding her love button against his palm to ride out the soothing than explosive release. The blonde dropped her ass back on the bed after several more seconds and broke the kiss, quickly drawing breath and looking up at him in absolute contentment. "Holyfuckingshit… that… that was…"

"Only the beginning…" Freddie affectionately kissed her forehead, cheeks, nose and lips as she settled from her release and once she was settled enough, he withdrew his digit with a slick sound. "This is our night to let it all go… savor every moment… and flavor…"

He brought it to his mouth and nose, and took a quick whiff of her pungent aroma then took a lick across one side. The former tech producer closed his eyes and moaned in satisfaction with her tangy sweet taste and had to refrain from cleaning the rest of his digit, as hers was a taste that deserved to be shared. He opened his eyes and brought his fingers to her lips, brushing over the bottom one then slipping it between them into her mouth as it slowly closed around the digit.

"Mmmhmmm…" Sam closed her eyelids, fluttering them a bit as she moaned around his finger from her taste, as well as his natural skin flavor, dancing along her taste buds. She suckled from it for a few seconds, enjoying every moment of it and settling into her afterglow. She continued sucking on the digit, almost as much as he suckled her breasts, as her breath calmed for about another minute before she released his finger. "How do you… make me… do that? I taste so much better when you make me cum…"

"You always taste good… but perhaps you release how you feel…" He crawled further up her body, bracing his right hand against the bed next to her arm, and hungrily looked down at her. He licked his lips, tasting more of her tangy flavor he had licked off his fingers, then whispered, "And if so… I want more of you on my tongue."

She uttered barely above the sound of her breath, "Okay…"

"Remember what I said… don't fight it, baby…" He scooted backwards, hooking his fingers over the waistband of her skirt, and dragged it down her legs. He leaned forward, kissing down her stomach, over her left hip then down her leg as it was exposed. He finally reached her ankles with her clothing as his mouth reached her knee. He regretfully sat up enough to pull the article of clothing off her ankles then tossed it away onto the floor. "I want to drink you up… and I will keep going until you beg me to stop…"

"What if I pass out before I can tell you to stop?" she asked, looking down at him, shivering a bit in anticipation of his oral attentions.

"Then you will have a very, very, good rest…" He leaned forward again and began kissing up her right leg, drawing soft giggles past the blonde's lips that she failed to stifle. He threw in an occasional lick across her smooth limb until he reached her inner thigh. He switched over to peppering the skin, zigzagging his way towards her center, discovering her soaked underwear from her last release. He took a few tentative licks across the surface, tasting the nectar seeping through the thin material, causing Sam to clench her mouth closed to fight herself from letting out a strangled laugh or scream of pleasure. "No one can hear you… you don't have to hold back, Princess… your moans and cries just make me want you more…"

"Mmhhmmm…" she moaned out, hands reaching for his sheets to grip for when he really cut loose on her and she would feel that she'd be thrown off the bed. "Go… go slow… just at first…"

"We'll build up to the good stuff…" Freddie picked up rapidly licking over her opening, getting more and more of her flavor on his tongue and dampening the thin cotton material more with his saliva. He teased her for a few more moments, enjoying the taste and her squirming from his attention, before he finally hooked his fingers over the waistband of her thong and slowly pulled it over her hips and down her thighs, sticking tightly to her dripping sex. He partially sat up to lift her legs up then finished pulling off her black undergarment. He tossed it aside like the rest of her clothing, then pushed her legs apart by the knees, and dove face first into her flower to have a feast. "Your scent is so intoxicating… I don't know if I can help myself…"

"Please… I can… I can feel your breath…" Sam whimpered as her body shifted trying to simultaneously escape and move toward the attention. "You need to do something… I feel like I might start thrashing at any second…"

"Just relax, baby… grab what you need to…" He braced his hands on her inner thighs to keep them parted, giving him free access to her glistening and freshly shaven flower and slowly began licking up one outer lip, taking a couple seconds to go from one edge to the next, then moved to the other one.

"Aaaaggghhhh… uuaaahhhh… Fre… aagghhh…" she uttered a breathy sigh and gently rolled her hips to encourage his attention. "That's… that's so fucking goooooood…"

"You should be the one down here… where it's really fucking good," he bounced back and forth between them, cleaning them of her tangy release and covering them with his saliva, essentially marking his territory. He slothfully worked his way to her center, concentrating on licking her inner petals, catching them occasionally between his lips to gently suckle off her juices. "It's tangy… but there's such a sweet aftertaste that I can't help myself…"

"GODDD FUCK!" she called out as his tongue scraped her clit. "Nobody… nobody ever eats me… my pussy… like you…"

"And nobody tastes like you, Princess…" Freddie licked up and down and side to side, making sure to gather every bit of her release and moaning in appreciation of the taste on his tongue. Once initially cleaned her opening, he moved his attention to her love button, carefully circling it with the tip of his tongue to gently lap attention on it, as the accidental brush seemed to electrify her, while he released her left thigh and brought his right pointer finger to her entrance. He carefully brushed the pad of his finger up and down her slit, careful to part her petals until he could slip the digit inside to the first joint, ready to add some bedroom talk back to the mix. "But my mouth can only do so much… do you like having my finger in your tight and sweet pussy?"

"Aaaaaggghhhh…" she sighed again from the careful attention to her button and the reentering of his finger. "Yes… long and thick… like a little mini cock…"

"Is that what you think of my fingers?" he teased, pushing a little bit deeper and wiggling it around. He swiped his tongue over her button a few more times, distracting her with the lustful haze that was filling her mind while he slipped his finger further into her canal. "No wonder you sucked it clean…"

"I wish…" she began, but found the words getting trapped as he gave a gentle suckle from her button and gently pushed his finger to the hilt, causing her pelvis to rise up and let out a long whimper, "EEaaawwwwahhhh…"

"That's it… let all those feeling and desires out…" he whispered as he lapped at her exposed clit. "No one will hear or judge you…"

"Mmmhmm…" She settled after a few moments with him withdrawing his finger and licking around her button, drawing several deep breaths and slumping her shoulders on the bed. "I know its Jade and Tori's whole thing, but sometimes I do wonder if you are some kind of sex god…"

"You're crazy…" Freddie moved his tongue to her entrance above his finger and started lazily spelling out letters on her lips while pumping his finger slothfully out of her silky and warm canal. He added a few huffs of his warm breath and groans against her opening between lazy swipes of his tongue, sending a soft vibration through her then dipped is tongue inside to join his sawing finger. "I love what I do and who I share things with… it helps to care about the person you are worshipping."

"Unnghhh… w-w-worship… meeee…" Sam's hands fisted the sheets on either side of her and arched her back, letting out a long and almost distressful whimper with the building ecstasy coursing through her body, "Uuuaaggghhh… Fre… dddiiie… aaawwaahhh… uueeeahhhh… uuagggahhh…"

"I can feel you tensing, baby…" Freddie smiled against her opening from hearing her slowly come apart with his deliberate swipes of his tongue and gentle pumping, always enjoying listening to his tough, strong loves just lower their defenses and surrender to their pleasure. "You want to cum? Don't hold back…"

"I can… barely… hold on…" The blonde rolled her head back and forth, sucking in more and more air at a quicker pace as her body tingled with sensation and anticipation. She let go of the sheet and moved her right hand down, cupping the back of his head to hold him in place to encourage him to pick up the pace while her left hand grabbed her left fleshy orb and desperately began pawing over it. She scrapped her fingertips over her heaving flesh before turning to gently kneading it and carefully pinching the hardened nub. She lulled her head back on the pillow and whimpered out, the additional sensation she was giving herself adding to the lapping wave of pleasure building up in her gut. "F-f-fuuuuuuck meeee… yesss… right there…. Right goddamn there, baby…"

"Mmmhmhmm…" he moaned into her sex, starting to increase the pace of his finger and curve it once it was fully inside, gently tapping her sensitive G-spot as he vibrated near her hood. "Mmmnnnnmnmn…"

She clenched her eyes tightly and forced down the bubbling pleasure that wanted to bubble out of her gut. She knew she didn't have long at the rate his tongue was swiping over her lips, having already gone through the English alphabet and moving onto the Spanish one, but she wasn't ready to let go again without tasting him. She uttered through shortening breath, "Freddie… Freddie… give me… give me a second… please…"

"You can come for me… I will happily let you feel it over and over…" Freddie reluctantly stopped licking and pumping to lift his head and meet her eyes down the valley of her breasts, curious as to why she wanted him to stop. "If you want, I can get it all in my mouth and share by-"

"It's not that… I need…" She motioned her head back, indicating she wanted him to crawl forward to lie on the bed. "I need to taste you… while you taste me…"

"Seriously?" he said, kissing her inner thigh once more.

"As a heart attack. Please…"

He got the message and quickly scooted off the end of the bed. He quickly stood up and finished unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it away. He bent over to pull off his loafers then hook his thumbs at his hips over his waistband of his slacks and boxers. He quickly wiggled his legs out of the slacks, leaving him only in his athletic shirt. He climbed back onto the bed, crawling two 'steps' then rolled to lie on his back.

"There you are…" Sam sat up then threw her body forward then sliding to her right and lifting her leg to throw over his head. She settled down to lie across him and gripped his base with her left hand and slipped her mouth over his crown. "Fucking A… I can't tell how much I've been thinking about sucking your cock tonight, baby…"

She wasted no time slurping around his mushroom head, savoring his manly taste and the smeared precum coating it with a deep whimper, then slowly began bobbing her head. She moaned, slurped and ran her tongue all around his rod, quickly getting lost in the act of pleasing and enjoying his thick, surprising herself she had held out this long not tasting him instead of dropping to her knees in a secluded corner of the hallway, or the restaurant, or even giving him some mid-traffic road head.

"Unnghh… that's… shit… so good…" Freddie parted her cheeks and drove his face into her opening, letting out a deep groan from her attention on him and picked up where he left off feasting, but with a picked up pace, eager to drive her to her release before she expertly pushed him to his.

He hated to compare the girls' 'skills,' because they had such different styles, but when it came to oral, they truly were something altogether different. Cat, not that he'd ever mention her, was always playful that treated blowing him like a candy treat, Tori was always reverent in how she seemed to view it as a worship service that she was happy to do, spending as much time sucking as she did marveling, pressing kisses and her cheeks against it. Jade was focused, and had the playful and worshiping part down with a technical skill that couldn't be matched. But when it came to raw hunger and unwavering devotion to enjoy it just as much, if not more at times, than he did, Sam was on another level. It was like everything else they did in the bedroom- primal and animalistic- like a fight that focused far more on pleasure than pain.

The blonde moaned and whimpered louder around his shaft, her body shivering from his attention. She bobbed faster, moaning and licking and sucking on his shaft, attempting to get lost in the act and let her mind haze over with pleasure. She whimpered as more of his precum dribbled onto her tongue, loving his sweeter taste before tasting his saltier release. Her body wanted more of his pleasure stick and slowed her bobbing to focus on pushing him further into her mouth until his crown tapped the back of her throat.

She pulled back until only his crown remained in her mouth, loudly slurping around it and running the tip of her tongue against his little eye. She lowered her head again, slothfully moving her lips down his shaft until his head touched the back of her throat then pulled back up again, leaving a film of saliva. She repeated the lazy cycle, just savoring the connection she was making with the act instead of the usual rushing or her desire to taste his creamy goodness. She had a fleeting thought of wonder about how Jade might enjoy him like this?

After several more cycles, fighting to keep from speeding up from Freddie's skilled tongue was starting to drive her wild again, she took several deep breaths through her nose, psyching herself up for her next move. She took the momentary pause to move her right hand off his thigh and cup her right hand cupped under his balls and started rubbing them, feeling them tightening up and heavy. She worked up her nerve and pushed down just a little more, getting his crown to push aside her uvula and catching it in her throat. She tightened her muscles in a gargle, squeezing around

Freddie groaned and tightened his hands over her ass from the muscles around his crown against the back of her throat and hand on his drawing up balls. He desperately licked her opening that was practically dripping with her dew, wanting to out last her as all the teasing was starting to get to him.

So, he tightened his grip against her ass cheeks and he fell back to his ace in the hole and started back on writing letters onto her petals to hold back to tide of his own pleasure with every intention of making her lose it first. He started with the lowercase letters of the Spanish alphabet with the occasional number and uppercase letter. He added a few quick thrusts of his tongue between her folds and grazing her external bundle of nerves then focused writing on her lips with the tip of his tongue.

Sam whimpered loader around his shaft, shuddering against his muscular frame from what felt like an electrical livewire of pleasure up her spine and in her lower gut. She bobbed her head a few more times, slurping around his shaft for all her worth to hold out just a little longer, but it was no use against his skilled tongue on her opening.

Her eyelids began to flutter as the dam crumbled and crumbled, muscles twitching and nerves tingling in her effort to contract muscles and think about something else. Her efforts gave her a few more seconds, but the tsunami of pleasure could not be denied and crest over her mental and physical barriers, crashing over her mind and washing it away and flooding it physically with endorphins that made her lightheaded. She cried out against his shaft still filling her mouth, sending a powerful vibration down it and into his balls while her body shuddered hard against him.

The moment the orgasm hit, the Seattle raised teen had a plan and made sure his finger was nice and slick and pushed his middle finger to the second knuckle in her tightened backdoor. Freddie groaned into her opening and held onto her to prevent her from bucking off of him as she screamed out. He lapped at her opening, driving her release that lasted several excruciating pleasurable second for both until she shuddered hard one last time and flooded his mouth with her nectar, and he withdrew his digit.

Sam slumped onto his body, feeling so weak after her release seemed to tear away her energy as it passed through her body, lazily suckling his helmet and first couple inches. Her skin felt tingly, the pressing of her chest against his lower abdomen and his slothful tongue cleaning her opening feeling particularly sensitive, but not enough to cause her any displeasure. She eventually pulled her mouth off his shaft and rested her head on his right thigh, huffing for breath and just relaxing against him, planting soft and simple kisses on his spit covered member as if to remind him constantly that she hadn't forgotten about it.

She gave herself a few moments to recover, ignoring her sudden tiredness and slipped his shaft back into her mouth with every intention of making him blow. She was able to bob a few times before she felt one of her legs being lifted over his head and him sitting up, causing her to slide off and next to him. He carefully palmed the back of her head and nudged her to stop. She pulled off his well saliva coated shaft and curiously looked up at him.

"Little busy here, Benson…" she nearly purred with a fake annoyed grin. "Your giant fucking cock isn't going to suck itself…"

"I know… but I want you up here with me…" He reached for her arms and pulled her up and turned her to face him in a seated position, letting her slip a leg on either side of his hips and held her lower back. He looked her in the eyes for a moment before moving his mouth in for a deep kisses. They shared moans and groans, each enjoying the other's taste on their tongues. "Can you taste how good you are?"

"Mmmhmm…" The deep, whimpering kissed lasted several moments and after the initial desperation of both put into it, they broke it and turned to softer and more intimate kisses that were less carnal and more simplistic. "I probably taste a little like your dick now…"

"Nothing that bothers me… your lips always feel perfect against mine…" Freddie whispered between kisses. "So… did you… enjoy that?"

"Absolutely…" she kissed him then uttered, lifting her gaze to him, "I think I almost blacked out… or at least experienced an out of body experience… and had a finger in my ass which was… something…"

"Life's all about surprises…" He stole a kiss and teased, "but I'm glad… that was what I was aiming for… but…"

"What?" she asked with a cocky eyebrow that was starting to turn to panic. "Don't do that… tell me… but what?"

"Well… it's just…" He tightened his grip around her lower back and pulled her closer, her center pressing against the underside of his shaft and breasts against his muscular chest as a grin started forming. "I'm tired of playing… and I need you… really need you now…"

"Oh thank god…" She let out a soft, carefree laugh that sounded very much like Melanie and trying to ignore the tingling from her opening with his hard rod pressing against it, "I'm so fucking glad you're… the one… to finally ask… for once… instead of me having to beg for it—which took everything I had not to with what you were doing to me on the couch… then the bed… the after what you just did… plus all the times I wanted you to just drill me while we were still dressed."

"Hey… I ask all the time…" Freddie rubbed his hands up and down her thighs, teasing her with a smile. He cocked his head to the side as he finished, "It's just… I do it in a… nonverbal way…"

"Whatever, you weirdo…" She smirked, expressing her hunger in her eyes, and placed a hand on the center of his chest and gave a gentle shove, causing him to lie back on the bed. She quickly scooted forward onto his abdomen then slightly moved back to catch his shaft between her ass cheeks. She rotated her hips, grinding back against his shaft and tightened her backside muscles to squeeze him between her cheeks. "How the hell do I find you so fucking irresistible?"

"Because I'm handsome… ungh… and charming… and… um… reasons…"He closed his eyes and groaned, moving his hands to her hips to hold her as his shaft experienced her strength and warmth just short of slipping inside her sleeve. He opened his eyes to see her wicked smile, enjoying making him groan with her actions, and continued, "And for the record, you're not the only one that's had to hold back tonight…"

"Oh really?" she asked while maintaining her slothful motion and rubbing her hands up and down his chest. "Tell me all about your noble sacrifice, Freddie Benson…"

"I could feel my… I guess, 'Beast' as you've girls have come to call my… animalistic desire…" he started, looking up at she seemed to be thinking about a very similar thing, and how he would treat her if he just cut loose. "The Beast wanting to come out… wanting to… bend you over the table in the restaurant, yank your skirt down, pull that thong to the side and just… plow into you, over and over… hard and fast… getting more into it with each scream and moan… using your hair as handles… and riding you until your legs turned to jelly and then using your hair to fuck your face until I came all over your face and in your mouth… and that was just at the fondue place."

"Wow… kinda hate I missed out on that…" She snorted out a laugh at imagining such a sight, one part finding it hilarious of doing that in the middle of the restaurant, one major part turned on beyond belief to be turned into a little fuckdoll for his urges. She grinned and rubbed her hands up and down his chest again. "Maybe I should wear Melanie's clothes all the time then? Drive that Beast of yours up the wall… to the point… you might have to let him out… more often… show me everything you work so hard to hold back…"

"I might embarrass myself…" he replied, showing that he was being playful, but genuinely concerned what he might do given the chance, "… or get arrested if we're in public…"

"A little danger is a turn on…"She licked her lips and rolled back against his shaft, teasing him with a laugh. "And I could feel you hardening up so much when you were telling me that… I know how bad you really wanted it… so let me help you…"

She grinned back on his for a few more moments, just enjoying the closeness and feeling his shaft against his backside, before she pushed up on her knees to lift off his lower abdomen. She left a little spot of her juices on him from her grinding, but both ignored it as she reached behind her to grab his slick shaft to line up with her opening. She slowly lowered her body, pressing his crown against her flower, taking several deep breaths before the bulbous mushroom head finally slipped past her lips.

"Oh fuck… that's it… so much better than a finger…" She deeply sighed from her entrance initially parting to barely accommodate his crown, her body shivering with the connection. She glanced down at him, feeling his hands on her hips, then continued lowering her body onto his lower pelvis. Her breathing picked up with a few hitches as she sank down to impale herself on his powerful organ that parted her clenching muscles. "Shhhiiittt… it's too fucking big… I came twice… why… why do I feel like a virgin again…"

"Probably just tense, baby…" he whispered, running his hands up and down her sides before moving thumbs over her pubic mound to help support the descent. "Relax a little and I think it will be ok… I've got you… you really are tight… hot and wet… Mmmhm…"

"Yaassss… almost… almost there…" Her eyes began rolling backwards as the rod slid across her silky and warm walls, struggling to part for his fleshy steel that was still a tight fit for him even after two releases. "You've got to fuck this tension away, Freddie… I want to be tight for you, but this is too much…"

Freddie dug his fingers into her hips, stifling a few growls to not distract her getting lost in the sensation of feeling him as her muscles clenched around him to either draw him further into her sleeve or push him out, but only came across as a massaging motion upon his invading member. He closed his eyes, unable to even look at her beautiful form settling on his pelvis, struggling to keep his pleasure that felt nearly like Heaven in check and empty into her. He faintly recalled their first time and that being his biggest fear- slipping into her after all her previous attention to his manhood and he'd blow into her as soon as she settled on him.

The couple concentrated on breathing to help settle their respective bodies' sensations of being wrapped with warmth and being filled to capacity. She lulled her head to the side, licking her lips and thinking that she's never felt happier or more perfect than this moment, joined with him in this position, as his hands caressed her vulnerable body and hers reached for his muscular form. She took several more breaths, just feeling the contentment of being on him and filled with his powerful shaft, then opened her eyes to look at him. She slightly leaned forward, bracing her hands on his chest then slowly lifted herself, letting his shaft slide across her inner walls, striking every nerve ending like a match, until half his shaft remained inside her, then slothfully lowered her body until she rested on him once again. She lifted again, drawing a deep sigh past her lips and a groan past his, then lowered herself then repeated the process in a lethargic manner.

Freddie opened his eyes and watched her beautiful form slowly rising and falling, her soft breasts slightly swaying up and down, not the quick bouncing he was used to with her. She arched her back, pushing out and showcasing her incredible chest that had a fine coat of his saliva and slightly flushed with blush. He moved his hands from her hips and brushed them up and down her sides several times, enjoying the feeling of her smooth skin and the tensing muscles under them. He licked his lips as he hands moved further up to graze his thumbs across the outer edges of her breasts as she got lost in rocking and riding his shaft.

"You are so gorgeous… I really have no words…" Freddie just laid back, enjoying the satisfaction of being inside such a warm and silky sleeve squeezing around him and watched the blonde enjoy herself in riding him, huffing out past puckered lips with flushed cheeks and her double ponytails bouncing with each drop on his pelvis, to get her to her destination. He continued to rub his hands up and down her body, trying to feel every inch of her skin and occasionally massage her chest and pinch her nipples—drawing a louder pinch squeak each time he did it. "I always knew that you were beautiful, but I don't know if I've ever truly appreciated you like this until now. Like you've evolved into something… more."

"More?" she asked, raking her fingers up and down his chest, not breaking the skin but enough to leave some colored marks. "More what?"

"More perfect…" he whispered, looking into her eyes as he watched the blue orbs melt as his words poured. "Like nothing I've ever witnessed before… your soft pale body, lit with the light lamps and the moonlight and your eyes… there's just something there I never really saw before… and I love you more with each second I look at you…"

"You're killing me, right now, Benson," she muttered, trying not to cry as she ground her hips against his, letting his member drive against her cervix. "I've always seen you as perfect… I think I always have… that's why I was such a cunt... jealousy… But no more... No more bully… or bitchy… Sam Puckett. I want to be this… this version… that you're falling in love with. The girl you can take to dances, and show off, and be proud to be seen with. Who can be the princess to your prince…"

"I've never been embarrassed of you, Sam…" He observed as she was riding him that she looked like a fine film of sweat was starting to form on her pale skin that was quickly flushing a healthy hue of pink with her efforts to ride him and suspected that her muscles, particularly her thighs were starting to burn with effort. He briefly recalled his other love's effort in maintaining such a pace and getting sore thighs the next morning, so he moved his hands off rubbing up and down her body and massaging her chest to brush down her sides and hips and cup her ass. He squeezed and kneaded them as she maintained her steady seesawing motion, but he started lifting some of her weight as she rode him then dug his heels into the mattress for leverage in lifting his ass off the bed, pushing his rod into her each time he helped lower. He slightly picked up the pace of her riding after a few cycles, but not significantly with only a soft popping sound of her ass hitting his upper thighs. "But I'm happy you want to be better… and whatever I can do to help with that… I'm here. I love you…"

"I love you so goddamn much…" The change in tempo and shifting of effort, feeling the graze of his crown over her deepest depths caused Sam to close her eyes and huffed out louder and more desperately. She dug her nails into his chest, just enough to puncture the skin, but not cause bleeding, just leave some red marks on him. "Auuuaahhh… aagggaahhhh… fuucckkk… uuuaagghhh… uueeaaagghhh

"Just relax, baby… I've got you… just hang on… and I'll keep it going…" Freddie helped her softly bounce on his lap for perhaps another minute, watching her becoming increasingly unglued with undiluted bounces from the top third of his shaft downward, taking quicker draws of breath and filling the rooms with louder cries of her pleasure. "I swear… I'm going to… end up in… your womb… one of these days…"

"So good…" she whimpered against his right cheek with the feeling of the top of his crown brushing back and forth over her inner bundle of nerves with the new angle of his sliding shaft. Sam's arms began trembling too much to support her weight, tingling too much with her nerves becoming more and more electrified, so she finally leaned forward, resting her fleshy orbs against his muscular chest. Her mouth found his mouth and they shared a few quick, sweet kisses and exchanging breaths—more from Sam with the need to fill her lungs from the previous effort and growing ecstasy. "UUNNNNGHHHH…. SHITTTT…"

"Don't tense up…" He kissed her right cheek bone and whispered, "Let me… do the… work…"

"Mmmhmm…" She closed her eyes and nodded her head, rubbing her nose against his cheek and explicitly trusting him to get her to her release. "I want… you… to feel… how tight… and hot… I can be… what you do to me…"

"I can't wait…" Freddie maintained his steady pace of lifting his ass up and dropping hers with the help of his heels to saw his shaft in and out of her while his hands kneaded her ass cheeks with gentle slaps every so often to keep her flesh tender. He peppered her cheek, nose, lips and chin with kisses while she relaxed in his embrace, whimpering and moaning with the pleasure running straight up her spine to the pleasure centers of her brain. He watched her face contort with delight, her cheeks with a healthy hue of blush and wanted to give her more before she looked like she might just drift off to sleep. "I will rock you to sleep, baby… just give me one last release… let those inner muscles grab me… soak me in your innermost juices…"

"I think I'm about to fall over baby…" she moaned out, trying to resist the immense pleasure that screamed for her to close her eyes and drift off in his embrace and with his member firmly planted deep inside. "I'm just zapped of energy…"

"Then let's get you more comfortable…" Freddie shifted to his left, rolling her over onto her back and quickly sat up, scooting forward to rest on his knees and get them under her thighs to spread them. Sam slightly tilted her head to the left, waiting for his expected next move, licking her lips and turning an innocent gaze to him.

"Have I mentioned how much I fucking love you tonight?" she managed, biting the edge of her pink, still somewhat shimmery lips.

"You might have mentioned it…" He smiled and slightly leaned forward, pushing his shaft deeper inside her heated cauldron that drew a deep sigh past her lips, and braced his hands on either side of her breasts. He waited for her to open her eyes after the new wave of pleasure passed over her. She took several breaths then looked up to him, sweetly smiling to him and moving her hands up his abdomen and to his chest, rubbing over it several times to signal she was ready. "But I'm not sure I've made it clear how mutual the feeling is…"

Freddie pulled back his ass, withdrawing about half his shaft then gently pushed back inside, testing the new angle and parting the muscles that were desperate to clamp around him, earning a deep mew from her near shivering lips. He stopped with about three quarters of his length inside her, causing her to clinch her eyes tight, deeply sighing from her throat while arching her back to push up her chest and dig the back of her head against the pillow pushed up her chest, from him scraping her inner bundle of nerves.

"Shhhhhhhiitttttt…" her body tensed tight, feeling every internal nerve ending teased and rubbed by the welcome invader. Even gentle and loving, he was way too much for her physically and if she ever had any doubts, it was beyond clear now. "Don't… don't stopppp…"

"I don't want to overload you at once, Princess…. The last thing I want to do is break you…" Freddie waited several moments for her to settle back onto the bed then withdrew and pushed back inside at a leisurely pace. He repeated the cycle several times, taking his time to adjust to the feeling around him and her to experience just relaxing and letting him do all the work in satisfying her, until he was at a steady pace. "At least, not yet…"

"Fffffuck…." The only sound that filled the room by that point was Sam's increased breathing, combining with mewing and moaning as the gentleness of his thrusts caused their thighs to rub against one another instead of smacking, "Aaaaggahhh… right there… just like… that… just like… that…"

"Like this? You like this, baby?" Freddie obliged with the steady pumping, encouraging her with each thrust to push her a little higher up that mountain before she'd tumble off the other side. Naturally, the blonde rapidly nodded, wishing this feeling could last forever. He stifled his groans as the incredible feeling of her slick and squeezing, hot sleeve squeezing around him and watched the pleasurable grimace form on her face. "You're truly… a thing of beauty, Sam Puckett… and the only thing… I want to see… more than your smile now… is the face you make… when heaven itself… welcomes your soul… for a few seconds…"

"So close… baby… so close…" Sam reached up and brushed her hands up and down his arms several times then to his shoulders. She brushed her palms over them back and forth before moving them down to his chest, playfully digging her nails into the skin as an outlet to hold back the building release as she wanted to drag out this moment for as long as she could manage. She did that for several moments before she dropped a hand and palmed over her right breast, squeezing it and catching the pink pebble between her thumb and pointer finger to give it a pinch. She clenched her eyes shut from the jolt of pleasure from her nub that had been made so sensitive over the last few months and whimpered out, "AAaaggaghhh…"

"Just let go…" Freddie maintained his steady pace, watching her pleasure herself and relish in the feeling he was giving her, but it wasn't for long as her squeaks and moans of pleasure from the various sources of attention were overwhelming her. "Show me, Princess… show me that look… the one I crave…"

"Pllleease…" The attempts to distract herself of rubbing him and palming over her mound of flesh had the opposite affect in slowing down the continued climb of pleasure and she felt the knot of pleasure tightening in her lower gut, threatening to snap and cause her not only to lose bodily control, but perhaps her mind. She started uttering through shorter and shorter breaths, "Fre… Fred… dddiieee… I'm… I'm close… again… I'm… uaaaaggghhh… I'm going to…"

"Not yet…" He slowly pulled back until his crown popped from her sleeve, drawing a disapproving hiss past the blonde's lips, but before she could protest him denying her release, he quickly slid his hands between her lower back and the sheet to pull her up onto his lap. She quickly grabbed his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his hips and locks her ankles. "I want you right here when it happens… close as possible…"

"I was getting pretty fucking close…" She stared at him for a few moments, animalistically annoyed, like a dog who just had its bone taken away. Actually, it was exactly like that. The former bully looked deep in his eyes and her anger subsided in a second, left wondering about his next move, but so enthralled with the loving look in her eyes she doesn't notice that he'd grabbed her ass and slightly lifted her up then down until she felt his crown at her opening. He pushes through her folds before she can utter a syllable, lowering her until she's settled completely on his lap, causing her to toss her head back, arch her back, and grunt out, "UAaaaaggghhh…"

"Tonight… this is my home…" he whispered, gripping her tight, and rutting his hips slightly to get just the right angle. His crown was just short of her cervix from their thighs in the way, but the feeling of her being so full and stretching left her without complaint. He tightened his grip on her ass and slowly lifted her, causing her to lean back once more, bringing her flushed chest even with his mouth and giving him an opportunity to part his lips and devour the left fleshy orb. He deeply groaned against the flesh, sending vibrations through it that made her shudder, and quickly slurped and flicked his tongue over the rock hard nub. "Your body- pink, sweaty, and fruity smelling… is the most beautiful and delicious feast I could ever imagine in all the city, Princess…"

"Just… the city?" she huffed out, feeling hyper emotional and raw that he was purposely avoiding referencing the girls in LA. "Not the world?"

"Would you accept… a three way tie?" He tried to save the moment and quickly let it go almost as soon as he latched onto the bud, he released it to let her sink back onto his lap, and saw a look of contentment cross her face once more. "Though I'd love to spend the rest of my life trying to settle it…"

"You're so fucking lucky your perfect cock is stretching me the fuck out right now…" she laughed, trying to maintain her annoyance but knowing she couldn't do that, as putting up any walls with Freddie was pointless. He saw and smashed through them like they were paper. It was how she knew he was the one… even if she wasn't the only 'one' for him. "Mmmhm… Suck on my tits some more…"

"Yes ma'am…" Freddie repeated the process of lifting her and latched his mouth around the right breast. He moaned and suckled and flicked his tongue over it, driving the blonde crazy with the attention. He let it go again to drop her onto his lap, then lifted her again, but this time, shifting his head at the last second, forgoing working his mouth on her chest and dropping her back down a little harder, planting his mouth on her neck and shoulder. With a cry, she tightened her hold on his shoulders as he set the steady, but gentle pace of her bouncing on his lap and gripping into her ass. "Cum for me… coat me in your sweetest nectar, Princess… squeeze me tight like only you can…"

"Shhhhittt…" Sam's eyelids fluttered and eyes rolled back into her head, feeling her body approach the release she was momentarily denied, however she wasn't ready to take a break from being in his loving embrace. She dropped her chin back down and rallied her will and pushed down the need to cum. "Not yet… I… I'm close… but not yet…"

"Don't hold back, baby… surrender…" he whispered further, squeezing, and every so often, swatting, her supple ass. "I'm here… not leaving… we have the whole night…"

"Unnghh…" She leaned back, holding onto his shoulders in a firm grip. She rolled her hips to grind against him, moving his shaft around inside to brush against her inner walls and gave him a sultry gaze before flicking it down to her heaving chest. He got the message and lowered his face down to one of her heavy orbs and swallowed as much of it as he could get into his mouth. He groaned, suckled and licked on the flesh and sensitive nub, sending a powerful shiver through her that radiated to her core to grip around him tighter. He quickly switched to the other one, first licking all over the front to coat it with his saliva then followed up with a series of kisses. He parted his lips again and latched onto the pebble, gently suckling from it for several moments to enjoy the closeness.

"Uaaaggahhh… auaaggghhh… aaawwwaahh…" the blonde whimpered, not sure how much more she could take before her resolve broke but didn't want him to stop. "So sensitive…"

"I know… your pretty little pink peaks could cut glass…" He made the decision for her and released her flesh to bring her back up, settling her on his lap and meeting his eyes. He exchanged a few sweet kisses in rapid succession, huffing out breath from his own building pleasure in his loins. "Sam… God… you feel… so good… around me… squeezing me… holding me…"

"And you're so… so… deep and… big and… oh God…" The blonde was now at the very cusp of her final moments and both of them knew that this would be the one for the ages. It was what they both had waited so long for, and as much as Sam didn't want to let go, the choice was once again made for her. "I can't… uaaagggghhh… I'm… gonna… cum… you're… goin'… make me… oh God…"

"That's it Sam… let it happen… stop fighting it…" He started picking her up and lowering him on his lap, only pulling her a few inches off his shaft while remaining inside her. The former tech producer stole a quick kiss then uttered, "Surrender to it… cum around me… on me… soak me… with your… nectar… let your essence drip down my cock… down my balls… ruin my bedspread… you know I'll feed it to you when you're done…"

"Want… sooo… bad…" Sam stared into his eyes, struggling to maintain some measure of her control, but his gaze smashed the last of the resistance she had from the oncoming flood of pleasure that was going to wash her away. She broke eye contact with a hard twitch, throwing her head back and crying out as every nerve in her body fired off and overwhelmed her senses, "Oh Godddddd—"

Freddie dropped her completely on his lap, thrusting his hips a bit to drive a bit deeper, sheathing himself completely into her in an attempt to tease the entrance of her womb with his crown. The inner muscles clamp around him like a giant slick fist, massaging him up and down his shaft in a ripple effect, desperately attempting to get him to fire off inside her, but he pulled a hand from her ass, cupped her cheek, tilted his head and devoured her mouth in a powerful kiss to cut off and accept her screams and groan his own into her mouth to fight off filling her to the brim.

She shuddered several times, her body turning into a shivering mess with her limbs nearly going wild if not for her nails digging into his shoulders to hold onto him and her thighs trying to close against the side of his powerful thighs. She whimpered and mewed and screamed into his mouth as she momentarily disconnected from reality until the wave passed over her, taking away all of her energy. She broke the kiss and dropped her forehead against his forehead, heaving desperately for breath to fill her burning lungs.

"Holy fucking shittt…" After several more moments that seemed like an eternity, Sam lifted her head off his forehead and met his loving gaze. She huffed for several more breaths, her chest rising and falling that caused the front of them to scrap over his muscular chest, before lifting a hand to stroke his left cheek and whispered with a look of contentment but there was a touch of disappointment in her eyes, "Thanks… I mean… that was… incredible…"

"I know it's coming…" He saw a look of doubt in her eyes and softly chuckled, "But what? I know there is a 'but' in there."

"It's nothing… I'm just emotional over nothing…" she lied, trying to feign that everything was perfect, but as always, she couldn't lie to him, and knowing that made her feel actual happiness somehow. Sam's smile grew, feeling comfortable in being able to be so carefree with him even in this emotional state. She licked her lips and answered, "I just wish… I was hoping that you… you would have finished… with me… it's been the greatest night of my life and that… would have been… the cherry on… top…"

"I thought about… I almost did just now…" Freddie kissed the tip of her nose, causing her to surprisingly giggle, then answered, "I would have, but… I didn't want to… finish without… you know… asking you first… where… you wanted me to finish."

"Seriously?" The blonde sighed, one part to fill her still recovering lungs, one part acerbated with him apparently being so thick in the head and rolled her eyes. "Geez… I realize we are doing this sweet and romantic stuff but if you haven't figured out that you firing that shit anywhere and everywhere was fine by now, maybe you're not as much of a fucking genius as I thought…"

"No… I suppose not…" He gently cupped her chin to turn her gaze back to him, giving her one part playful, one part hungry expression and answered in a playful manner despite not so playful descriptions, "I was being considerate. I didn't know how this… 'good girl' Sam… would have liked such things… With as heavy a load as I've been holding back… I had a lot of ideas honestly but I wasn't sure about anything…"

"Well, do tell, nub… don't leave me hanging…" she retorted, gyrating her hips a little, bringing her sex back to life, despite a little soreness. "Ideas such as?"

"Such as… putting you on your knees, gripping the back of your head with one hand and stroking until I was icing your face so much you looked like a cake… or maybe I could make you swallow my cock, pushing it past your throat, blocking your air for a moment and hold you there, firing right down your throat without you getting a chance to taste any of it… I could have you stay down like that, reach and grab your ankles, presenting your chest, your mouth wide open with that cute little tongue hanging out… and I would just fire off all over you so that no part of that perfect body wasn't dripping with my seed…or…" He let go of her right ass cheek and trailed a finger from her bellybutton to her love button. "Or what I nearly did when you exploded… and fill you to the brim… coating your walls with sticky white cum and maybe… just maybe… pushing some if it into your womb…"

"Oh fuck, baby… that's… how do you fucking do that? Just use words to make me want to fuck you like an animal?" Sam licked her lips and her inner muscles twitched around his shaft, feeling her body rev up with tension and heat for another round as her mind imagined each one of those scenarios even if some of them involved being entirely submissive to him, as that was how she liked it. Only with him. She moved her face forward, snuggling her nose against the side of his nose and whispered, "But that last one… inside me… really? You'd do… that with me? Paint me… mark that part me as yours… fill me with all that and possibly… even if I could get…"

"I love you, Sam Puckett… and people in love finish like that sometimes…" Freddie captured her lips in a sweet kiss, pushing his tongue past her lips for a quick swipe then broke it to answer, "So… yes… if that's fine by you…"

"Oh yeah… I'm fine with that… Very fine with that…" She cocked her head to the right, giving him an alluring gaze and teased, "Every bit of all of those options, because maybe… it's after 'good girl' Sam's bedtime… and I'm ready for what you want to do with me?"

"Is that so?" He snorted while rubbing his hands from her ass cheeks and up her back then back down, trying to ignore that he was still buried deep inside her warm confines, "Well… I think it's a little late for me to hike your skirt up and bending you over the dinner table."

"Yeah, you're right about that, but…" She joined him with a soft chuckle, dropping her forehead against his forehead and lifted her head to meet his eyes, seductively lick her lips and replied, "…if you wanted to… you know… unleash a little bit… let that Beast out… I'm down for that too…"

"Well, I-"

The blonde didn't wait for a response as she silently climbed off his lap, giving him those bedroom eyes and her sleeve pulling away from his staff, releasing a slight torrent of her inner juices that were trapped between them. The strong standing organ gently bounced, maintaining most of his strength from the pause and covered with her tangy release. She slinked backwards on her hands and knees then lowered her face to his shaft. "I don't think I could want to suck your cock more if it was covered in bacon…"

"Pretty sure the sodium and protein content would kill you…" he joked, but her eyes showed that she was well beyond thinking about anything except what stood before her.

She glanced up at him, gave him a wink and started happily licking his shaft a few times to clean it of her release that dance along her taste buds before slipping his crown past her lips until she took about half his shaft into her mouth for a deep and moan filled suckle, drawing out some of his precum like a sieve. "Fuckkkk… that's so fucking good…"

"You have no idea, Princess…" he groaned, trying to resist letting his urges out and grabbing her head tight, but she wasn't making it easy to resist as her suction picked up. "Mmmhmmm…"

"Let me share…" She lazily pulled her head back, pulling a soft vacuum around his shaft until she made a loud pop off his crown, drawing a deep sigh past his lips from the direct stimulation of his sensitive crown. Her stroking hand gathered some of her release and ran it up his torso until he leaned up and gripped her wrist. "Only you can make me taste this good, baby…"

"Oh yeah?" he whispered, licking her palm for only a second before he was moaning once more, eagerly moving to her fingers and suckling them almost as heard as she was inhaling him, and didn't stop until he'd cleaned her hand off. "I might take it back… maybe I could live off one sauce for the rest of my life…"

Knowing what he was referencing drove her mad, even if it was just a comment, and Sam quickly slipped his shaft back into her mouth and began slowly bobbing her head, giving it a slight twist with soft moans to add a gentle vibration down his shaft. She didn't just want his cum, but she needed it. A gallon might not even be enough for how badly she was wanting this.

Sam maintained that slow, steady bobbing and suckling of his increasingly twitching shaft, feeling that he didn't have long before he flooded her mouth for perhaps a minute, maybe two since she was lost in the act. Something she somewhat regretted sharing with Jade, as the two compared stories and she helped Sam get more skilled, but the blonde pushed the ideas of raw desire and eliminating everything from the mind except the cock and her mouth, the only sounds that mattered were hers and the moans and groans from him.

"Unnghhh…" Freddie gritted his teeth and tightened his groin and inner thigh muscles, wanting to hold out just a little bit longer for her to enjoy her 'snack' and loving the feeling of her gentle administrations. "I'm… I'm not going to last long…"

The blonde could hear and feel Freddie's struggles, realizing that he had really pushed his limit since they got their hands on one another after returning from their date. She pulled her mouth off his shaft with a pop, flicking her gaze up at him and teased, "You know… if you want a different pace… you know where the controls are…"

He wasn't entirely sure what she meant as he was particularly caught up in his pleasure and trying to hold back his release for just a little bit longer for her to clearly have her fun. "No… you're doing… fine… gggrraaaggghhh…" he groaned out, attempting to maintain control but his defenses were failing.

"Are you sure…" She flicked her gaze up to him and teased with a gentle lick of his crown, "Nothing you might want to… grab on to…"

"Ohh… shit… if you want…"Freddie growled, sensing his own end and realizing she wanted it before they finished, Sam nodded, looking up at him with innocence as her mouth was stretched around his shaft. He reached out and took a grip of each of her 'dog ears' for control, slightly tugging on them to slow her down. She smiled around his shaft and quickly surrendered to his control, keeping her eyes on him and letting him set the pace that remained fairly slow, using her mouth for his pleasure. "Now I'm definitely… gonna blow in a second…"

He only got a few cycles of controlling her for a sluggish, sweet pace before he felt the stronger tugging in his lower gut, signaling he was finally reaching his limit for the evening. He moved his hands from holding her ponytails to cupping the back of her head, using the part where her hair was tied as leverage against curve between his thumbs and forefingers. He picked up her bobbing and withdrawing to every second, needing the extra attention to get him to the finishing line.

"UHNNNGG. UHNNNGG. UHNNNGG. UHNNNGG. UHNNNGG. UHNNNGG. UHNNNGG. UHNNNGG. UHNNNGG. UHNNNGG." Sam screwed her eyes shut and gagged with each tap of his bulbous crown against the back of her narrow throat, obscenely gargling and the drool running over the top of her bottom lip and onto her chin with each drawback of his rod. It hurt a little, but the sounds he was making were getting her so hot, she couldn't help but push it all down and let him do what he needed.

"Sam…" He maintained the rapid pace for several more seconds, growling as the tension in her gut was threatening to snap, "Sam… I'm… going to… do you… want me… to…"

The blonde moved her resting hands on his thighs to reach around and grabbed his ass for leverage and pushed her head further, holding her head down in his lap. His crown pushed past her uvula, but now further, possibly blocking her airway as her throat was just too small to accept him. She groaned, massaging his crown with her throat muscles to push him over the edge.

He managed a few more cycles and using her hair as controls to fuck her face, but eventually, it was just too much and the former tech producer threw his head back and let out a roared out, "RRRAAGGGHHH! FUUUCCCKKK! GGRRRAAHHH! ARRAGGH!"

Sam shuddered with the powerful impact against the back of her throat, screwing her eyes tight and whimpering in initial distress of the large globular load nearly choking her. She quickly swallowed to be able to breathe then pulled back about two inches to accept the follow-up shots. She puffed out her cheeks to hold the heavy load quickly filling her mouth.

"ARRAGGGHHH! Urrraagghhhh! FUUUCCKK! RRRrraaahhh…" he continued to growl out as his rod jerked in her mouth and continued dumping his built up release into her eager oral orifice. He shuddered several more times until his release waned and the feeling of euphoria passed his being. "Unngggh… wow…"

He slouched his shoulders and back, heaving for breath as if he just finished running a marathon. Taking a few extra breaths the strong teen licked his lips and dropped his chin to see Sam lazily sawing her head back and forth down his shaft, softly moaning around it. She slowly pulled back, careful not to spill a drop until she slurped off his crown. She looked up at him with glint of mischievousness and opened her mouth, showing his pearlescent release pooled onto her tongue and lower jaw before closing her lips and taking several audible gulps. "You really were… holding back… it's saltier than normal but… that taste, texture, look… makes me so fucking hot, I can't even describe it…"

"Sounds like how I feel about you…" Freddie chuckled out a few breaths, finding the sight erotically stirring, but needing to recover for a few moments. He fell back to lay in the opposite direction of the bed intending to relax, but suddenly felt her mouth back on his weakening shaft, causing him to wince slightly. He decided to surrender to her gently cleaning his shaft with a gentle suckle and bobbing of her head instead of objecting, simply riding out any spikes of pleasure on his sensitive crown, as she tried to get as much as she could from him. "You truly are a work of art…"

"Your work of art…" she whispered between suckles, kissing his shaft down to his balls, worshipping it just as fervently as she would have if she was making out with him. "I love you so fucking much…"

After finishing cleaning every last bit of residue from his salty release, Sam pushed herself back on her hands and knees then crawled up his body to rest across his body. She placed a few sweet kisses on his cheek before settling on him and rubbing her face against the side of his neck, grinning almost like a madwoman with being so content. He wrapped his arms around her lower back to hold her. He placed a few of his own kisses on her forehead as he settled from the powerful release. "And I love you…"

They remained that way for several minutes, not needing any other words to expression their feelings in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Sam took a lazy grip of his shaft, gently stroking him to try to keep his strength despite the fact that they could have easily fallen asleep in this position. The blonde broke the silence with a sweet and tired voice, "Freddie?"

"Yes?" he answered while rubbing his hand up and down her right arm. "You ok?"

"Yeah…" she whispered, as if she wasn't entirely sure she should have spoken up at all. But after a few seconds, she finally found the strength and the words to say what she needed say. "If Jade… or Tori… were here… would you still… still make love to me… like this? Would you still love me… hold me… and make me happy… like tonight? Could you do all that… in the long term? Even if… I'm just one out of three?"

"Sam… of course…" Freddie assuredly smiled to her, kissing her left cheekbone then whispered, "Nothing is going to change about how we love each other even if Jade and Tori were here… actually in fact… I think you'd be sharing some love with Jade and Tori… I know you and Jade posture with one another, but… I know you really care about one another deep down… I have faith that you'll share a bit of love with Tori…"

"But what about you?" she continued, wanting to just revel in the moment but the idea of there being others, far more gorgeous girls, around made her shiver with worry. How could she compare? "Tori's got that tight and fit body and is hopelessly devoted to you and Jade… and you've said time and again that Jade is true perfection to you… great body, in love with you, and she is on her way to be a movie star… two perfect human beings… a goddess and an angel, as you say… I'm just white trash Sam Pu-"

"Stop that shit right now…" he almost barked, gripping her much tighter than she was ready for. "You are perfect to me. You have these vulnerabilities that manifest and it drives me crazy but you truly are one of the most amazing people I've ever met. You are gorgeous and your body is simultaneously tight and soft just like them. You have a skill for survival that few people have, and that could be more valuable than singing or acting. I'm not going to sit here and lie to you that I love you more than them… but it's not less either. It's different… and it's the kind of difference I want to explore with each of you every day. But don't you dare say what you just said to me about being white trash…"

"Yes, sir…" She grinned, feeling beyond content with his answer and at least admitting to herself that he was right in regards to her relationship with Jade and the likely future with Tori. She'd be surrounded by the love she had craved most of her life. She sweetly kissed his cheek, giving him a devilish grin before rolling off of him then sliding off the edge of the bed. She turned to face him and palmed her hands on the bed. She flicked her eyebrow and motioned her head back over her right shoulder, clearly beckoning to get up and take her from behind. "All that anger and energy... I'm sorry for making you mad… so if you need to let off some steam… I don't think the evening is quite done… since you really haven't had a chance to unleash…"

"I swear you planned this…" He took a firm hold on the blonde's left hip and gripped his base, lining his weakened shaft to her slick and heated opening. The former tech producer brushed the tip up and down, testing to see if he had just enough strength to slip inside. He pressed his crown against her lips and easily popped inside, pushing his semi-stiff meat into her sleeve where it was welcomed with her warmth and slickness. "Maybe I should take you up on that offer… teach you to believe in yourself a bit more… push your limits so you know where they truly are…"

"If that's your way of saying you want to fuck my brains out…" she teased, looking back and biting her lip. The blonde gyrated her hips slightly, thrusting against him, until she was flush with his pelvis. "I'm listening…"

"There's my cocky Princess…" He groaned with her muscles getting to work a massaging his rod to coax it back to full strength. He took the opportunity to rub his hands from her hips to up her sides, grazing the outer curvature of her breasts then up her back to rub her shoulder blades. He brushed his palms back down, grazing her spine with his fingertips then starting the massage all over again. "Such a big ego and big mouth to cover up how soft you really are…"

"You're welcome… for that… big mouth, Freddie…" Sam lifted her chin and sighed out from the impromptu massaging of her back, responding in kind with her tightening her inner muscles to knead his firming shaft. She moaned from his powerful hands on her skin and his strengthening staff pushing her muscles wider apart to accommodate him, filling her and brushing the entrance of her womb with his tip. "I don't… want you… wussing out… and pulling out… I wanna feel it… firing deep inside… knowing that a billion little Bensons are swimming around inside…"

"A billion might be giving me too much credit…" After regaining some of his strength with the working of her inner muscles, he gripped her hips and slowly pulled back until only the tip remained then pushed back inside until his pelvis pressed against her ass. He slowly pulled back again then pushed inside, groaning in satisfaction of the sensation traveling down his shaft. "Pretty sure that's physically impossible…"

"First… shut the fuck up with your science…" she grunted, pushing herself backwards and gyrating against his member as he kissed her cervix. "Secondly, I just had… a fucking half gallon… of your man milk… invading my mouth and throat… filling my stomach up… so maybe I'm the expert on your output… so get your Beast in the game… and give it to me…"

"I'm working up to it… You're so warm and tight… and beautiful… your skin is smooth and gorgeous…" he muttered as he steadily sawed in and out of her, enjoying the intimacy once again. "Just like that Sam… hold me… grip me tight… I'll be back to full size soon…"

"Thank god…" Sam lifted her chin and sighed out, the powerful organ brushing her inside in all the right ways and his compliments making her feel beautiful instead of the constant tomboy she portrayed. "I know it was just a few minutes… but my pussy felt so… so… empty with you… you make me feel whole…"

"You are such a huge part of me too… that's why I knew I wanted you to be more… more than just my best friend… my lover…" Freddie eventually let go of her hips and brushed his hands up her sides until he gripped her and pulled her up to a standing position on her knees. "I wanted you to be mine, Princess…"

"All yours… always have been… always will be…" She wrapped her right arm back around his neck while his arms wrapped over her chest to cup her opposite breast to his hand and his right hand dipped down between her legs and toy her love button while his hips continued to move to thrust inside her. "Oh fuccckkkk… you're too good at that…"

"Like I said," he whispered, planting deep kisses on the back of her neck, and gripping her breast a little tighter while her hard pink nipple was squeezed between the knuckles of his middle and ring fingers, "you inspire me. When one of the most beautiful women you've ever seen, who got dressed up to look even better, lets you touch, taste, and make love to her… you make sure she doesn't forget it…"

Sam's eyes rolled back, moaning out from the triple 'assault' of his hand kneading her mound of flesh and pinching her nipple, his fingertips brushing over her external bundle of nerves and his shaft sawing back and forth into her velvet sleeve. His mouth, both in words and touch was the fourth, but somehow probably the most effective thing that was happening- it just showed how mentally and emotionally under his control she was. She bit her bottom lip at feeling the underside of his shaft brushing back and forth over her g-spot. Her thighs trembled and her breath caught in her throat. She knew she couldn't last long at this rate, especially when he started peppering small sucks along with the kisses on the side of her neck. The blonde had wanted the Beast but Freddie was being his romantically perfect self still.

"You know…" She looked over her shoulder with her sultriest expression, huffing out for breath and encouraged him, "you can… cut loose if you… really want to… I won't break… and the hair pulling… when you forced… that long…. Fat… fucking cock… down my tiny throat… that was a bit… of a turn on… and they aren't… called dog ears… for nothing…"

"The temptation is there… believe me… but…" Freddie maintained his steady thrusting with his fingers over her love button playfully diddling it while answering, "but… I almost… choked you…"

"A death I would have welcomed… Death by dick…" she teased and he laughed as he strummed her love button a bit faster. "But this is you bending me over… fucking my brains out… the only thing… you could choke… would be my… cervix and… I know that… would enjoy it… pushing through and just spraying it all in my womb… between filling me from both sides, I bet I'll be bloated with your jizz…"

"You certainly know how to be persuasive…" He snorted out against her neck, seeing her logic, so he needed no other invitation. "But I go too far… you say the word."

"Safewords are for pussies…" she sneered with a grin, reaching further back to twist his head toward her lips for a deep kiss, which made him really shift inside her, causing a pride surge that her kiss was what made his member jump inside. "But fine…"

"Alright then… get down…" He regretfully removed his hands from her chest and nudged her forward with a hand on her shoulder blades to get back on her hands then drop to her elbows. He took a firm hold on both her hips and wasted no time drilling, picking up the pace of pounding into her, causing her to lurch forward with each smack of his lower pelvis against her ass. "That what you wanted?!"

"YESSSSSSS…." She braced her forearms against the bed and fisted the bottom sheet for a grip to withstand his 'onslaught'. She growled out over the sound of his pelvis smacking against her ass, and his swinging sack just grazing her exposed clit, "Uaaggahhh… that's fucking it… yes… fucking yes… pound me… pound my tiny little pussy! Bruise my cervix!"

"When I'm done…" he growled, using a quick hand to smack her jiggling ass, "it will be mine… you will be in possession of MY pussy. Gonna drill and stretch this tight little cunt until no one could use it but me…"

"All yours… FUCK!" she cried out, head shaking and eyes clenching from the pure electricity that was being exchanged and the wildfire in her loins that he added kindling to with each thrusting impact. "This cunt has always been yours… and after you fuck and stretch it out… and you leave that bigass fucking load… and it drips out of me… I want you to scoop it up… reach inside and get what you can… and I want you to wipe our combined salty sweet juices all over my face and mouth…"

"You want to be treated like a whore, huh?" He maintained the steady the pace for several powerful cycles, psyching himself up to let go of his restraint as he sank deeply into the warm confines of his willing partner that looked like she was coming apart. He reached out for her left bouncing ponytail then the other one. "Want me to turn that pretty pink face into a slimy, sticky mess… bet that's when you feel right, isn't it? Covered in so much cum that you know it would never come off?"

"Yesss…" she cried out, as the sudden jerk on her hair caused her insides to scream and if he had slowed down any, she might have realized she'd had another small release, but she was beyond focused. "I want you to take a picture of me… fucking covered in jizz and sweat… and make it my call screen… so you know what kind of girl is calling you… and how you don't have to hold anything back with me… I live to be your personal fuckdoll…"

"Fuckdoll, huh? Maybe I should treat you like the slutty little ragdoll you are…" He pulled back on her hair, causing her to lift her chin and pulling her back enough to angle her back to forty-five degrees with her fingertips barely grazing the sheet. She ignored the strain on her lower back and neck from his hold and pounding into her that shook her being, moving her right hand to her right breast and desperately palming over it, giving it at first a gentle massage. "I know you love getting manhandled… tossed around… but you might as well be made of paper to me… Use your hand… feel your belly at this angle…"

Without a word, Sam did as he asked, and felt her stomach feeling the clear distension when he would plow hard into her sex, fearing a couple times that he might push straight through her flesh. "I feel you… so hard… so fucking big…"

"I want you nice and hollow…" he snarled as her jerked her hair back harder, which would have sent some notable pain through Sam if she wasn't in the middle of pure pleasure. His breaths were shallow but it was beyond clear that this was the Beast and he was ready to completely push her to the very limit. Her eyes looked up and met his, hungry and barely human in her mind, as he whispered, "I'm going to fucking blast off inside your cunt and I want as much room as possible, so when it all leaks out, and you get on your rightful place on your knees… I can take one big handful and just smash load after load into that near crying face of yours…"

Sam's eyes soon began rolling back after the first half a dozen cycles of his powerful thrusting, especially after he let her back down, the overwhelming feelings of surrendering to his dominating power and his crown smashing against the entrance to her womb. She grunted out a breath each time his pelvis smacked her ass and causing her to lurch forward if not for his tight grip on her ponytails, feeling as if they were just as joined there as they were internally, "Uuuuaagghhhh… aauaggghhh… aarragghhh…" She tightened her grip on her right breast, kneading the firm mound of flesh like dough and pinching her sensitive nipple that sent an additional jolt of pleasure through her body that added to her mind turning into mush from the onslaught of euphoria.

"Thought you were the tough girl… who didn't need a safe word?" he taunted as he mercilessly drilled her sex, not pulling really, but getting a tighter and tighter grip on her hair, so that she understood that he was absolute control, as if she would ever deny it. "I've ripped two orgasms from your body so far… Feeling you clench up, but you were too busy getting your slutty little cunt fucked until all the brains dripped out to realize it… and you know what… I think I'm going to go for three…"

"AAAIIGIGIHHHH! YOU… FUCK…ING… ASS… HOLE… BAST…ARD… DON'T…. STOP…" Freddie maintained his steady and powerful thrusting for a solid minute, making her body quake with powerful ripples from each hard smack of his pelvis against her ass before she started mumbling, "Close… I'm… FUCK F-F-Freddie… I'm gonna… I'M GONNAAAA…"

"You want this one… fine… give it to me!" He gritted his teeth and growled out while maintaining his pounding against her heated opening, "That's it… come for me! Come apart like the fuckdoll you are…. and soak my cock with… your love juices… reeking of the most raw and primal lust… I want it… dripping down my… balls… and on my sheets… that's it… come for me… I want you dehydrated with how much you're going to release for me…"

"Please… Please…." She attempted to grip his shaft's deep thrusts into her, never really pulling out that much from each thrust, and massage it to push him over the edge. "Cum with me… paint my walls… fill me up… Please…"

"You want it?" Freddie felt his was still a bit away after his last powerful release, but he dropped all his mental and physical barriers he usually deployed to starve off a release and he coaxed, "Milk me Sam… fucking use those muscles to grip me tight… make me cum… make me… paint your… insides white… fill you up… where you're dripping out… after I'm done… so I can give you a personal facial…"

"So fucking big… and hard…" Sam obeyed her love and desperately gripped around him, trying to stimulate him as much as he was making her go crazy with his body shaking thrusts that were brushing her inner walls in all the right places. "Whatever you need… whatever you want…"

After several more seconds of his rapid thrusts met with her concentrated massaging that threatened to push them both over, she gripped him one last time in the rapid cycling, pressing her g-spot against the underside of his rod while he pushed to the hilt that sent them both tumbling over the cliff of ecstasy, added to the fact that for a split second, Freddie caught his reflection giving his all to Sam, hands wrapped around her hair and the look on her face- of pure desire, ecstasy, and love- he knew that he was right to give in.

Sam lifted her upper body and let out a scream that filled the room and the rest of the apartment, "OOAAGGGHHH! FUUUCCKKINGG! GODDDDD! AAUUAGGGHHH!" Her mind was flooded with endorphins, causing her to become lightheaded from the pleasure overwhelming her body. Her vision became a kaleidoscope and her ears were muffled with the sound of her rapid heartbeat, dampening the roar of pleasure that escaped Freddie's throat.

"UNNGHHH… HERE IT… COMES…" He threw his head back and roared out as his tip practically exploded, covering her womb's entrance with a thick layer of his release. The following sizzling shots filled her tight confines and seeped around his rod, trying to squeeze out. He ground against her for several seconds while her inner muscles milked him for all their worth as to not be denied last time of their long due reward. Their actions were not in vain as Freddie just kept cumming, feeling small drips and shots continue coming out for several seconds.

They groaned and mound in time as their respective bodies went on autopilot of him grinding against her ass and her inner walls massaged his shaft. His strong hands released her hair, and for a second, Sam believed that her head weighed 50 lbs, not used to holding it up for the last several minutes.

Once he thought he was finished unloading into her, he took a step backwards, still heaving for breath and he watched a thick trickle of their combination begin to seep out. He could tell his from hers naturally, and the former tech producer got a bit on his hands and she looked up at him, biting her lip.

"You sure about this?" he asked, feeling the ooze in his palm. "I know all about making requests while-"

"Give it to me… one more 'load'… handful… at least…" she simply said, closing her eyes as he complied, wasting no time to wipe it all over her face, hearing her coo as the scent and feeling began to cover her face. Freddie reached down for more and continued, rubbing it all over her forehead and lips so that from her hairline to the top of her neck, and from one ear to the other across, were all glistening with their shared release. "You can get your camera in a few… I want more before I start licking this off…"

Sam slipped off the bed and dropped to her knees in front of him. She looked up at him, eyes open once more, and Freddie had to admit that she looked like the sexiest, dirtiest thing he'd ever seen. The blonde gripped his weakening base before rapidly licking off the sides of his shaft then slipping his shaft between her lips to suck out any bit of his release that hadn't exploded from his tip.

"Unnghh…" He dropped his head back and let out a powerful groan, feeling overwhelmed from the sensitivity of his crown. His knees trembled and he reached down to hold her shoulders to maintain his balance. "You really are… insatiable…"

"If you felt a fraction of what I feel for your cock and cum… you'd understand…" She popped her lips off is crown and started licking his shaft again while her left hand dipped to her center to gather some of his release starting to trickle down out of her opening. The former Ridgeway bully brought that hand back to his shaft to stroke it into the skin then suckled it off, enjoying his manly taste marinated with their combined releases. She repeated the act several times, getting lost in pleasing and cleaning him off, no longer worried about lingering saliva as it would just mix nicely with her 'mask.'

"Shittt…" He eventually moved his hands to the back of her head, massaging it then encouraged her with the faintest of pressures to continue to lazily service him. "That's a good girl… my loving… wild… sweet… insane… girlfriend…"

She maintained her slightly twisting bobbing for another minute or so, whimpering affectionately around it and letting his soft groans of approval be music to her ears, until she only tasted his natural flavor. She thought about continuing to get him hard again, ready for round three… or whatever round she was on at this point… but his groans were starting to turn into distress and she recalled in a flash how she had overdone cleaning him during their five-some after the Hollywood Arts dance. She pulled her head back and popped off his weakened crown. She looked up at him with a satisfied smile.

"That's absolutely the perfect way to end making love…" he whispered, smirking, and looking at her cum covered face, and still, the urge to kiss her was incredible. "Maybe the best I've had… at least in a while…"

"I certainly think so…" Sam playfully licked his crown and teased. She pulled one leg out from under her then stood up to have a seat on the end of the bed. She rubbed her hands up and down his still trembling, muscular and sweaty thighs and added, "…I think the only way better… would be waking up… with you… in the morning…"

He smiled in agreement, but suggested, "Before we call it a night though, we're pretty sweaty, and you've got… your facial… so… how about we grab a shower first…" He cocked his head to the side and suggested, "Or… maybe share a bath?"

"I'd love either… as long as you're right there with me…"

He gave her a chaste kiss on her lips then dipped down to get his arm under the back of her knees then lifted her up bridal style, drawing a girly laugh past her lips. He kissed her hair then walked around the foot of the bed to take her into the bathroom.

"Just grab your camera, Benson…" she muttered, looking at the giant mirror in the bathroom, and her mind raced with how many dirty pics they could pose for. "I think I have an idea for my new phone background…"

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The sun was starting to filter into the apartment bedroom and cast rays of light on the exhausted, completely naked, pair lying in bed to signal the start of a new day, warming the blonde's bare back, ass and arm as she remained snuggled up against the powerful frame of her lover. She began to stir and let her right hand lazily trail up and down his chest, slowly working its way down his abdomen.

The tickling sensation of her fingertips against his notable morning wood helped stir him from his slumber, lulling his head to the right and opening his eyes to see the beautiful form snuggled up against him. He smiled to her and whispered, "Morning."

"Morning," she whispered against his cheek, placing a soft kiss on it then resting her head back on his shoulder. "I seriously thought this might all be a dream…"

"Did you sleep well?"

"Oh yeah…" Sam grinned, letting her fingers lazily trail further down to his defined abdomen where the back of her hand grazed against his crown, indicating that something else belonging to him was wide awake. She, used all her strength and initially ignored it as she teasingly answered, "Like a princess…"

"I'm glad…" He chuckled and kissed her forehead, adding, "It certainly was my intent to treat you as one last night."

"You certainly did… and then I got the real royal treatment… nine times by my count." She slyly added as she moved her hand further down and lightly wrapped her fingers around his shaft. "…and I feel someone's pretty eager to continue from last night…"

He closed his eyes and softly groaned from the feeling of her fingers around him. He opened his eyes and answered, "It's a natural hazard of waking up next to a beautiful young woman…" He kissed her forehead and added, "It doesn't mean we're obligated to pick back up."

"Obligation? Fuck that…" She was about to make a teasing reply when she heard a loud knock echo through the apartment, coming from the front door. "Shit!"

Sam's hand froze around his shaft then she bolted up and looked toward the bedroom door, ready to jump and attempt to hide in a closet, in the bathroom, hell, even under the bed as she assumed it was Marissa arriving home unexpectedly.

"Relax… it's not mom…" However, he tightened his grip around her body, pulling her back down to snuggle against him and assured her, "It's just the paperboy leaving the paper. I forgot that I have to pay him. My mom wouldn't be knocking. I'll go ahead and take care of it. She'll just get cranky if she finds I forgot."

"Just don't be gone long…" Sam nodded along with his logical explanation then settled against him for a few more seconds before he regretfully pulled away from her soft and warm body to get up. He walked to one of his dressers and pulls out some boxers and a pair of shorts, slipping them on then heading out of his room.

Sam settled herself back on the bed for a few more moments, just enjoying lying in the warmth of the bed before she decided to get up with the intention of surprising him and pick up where she left off. She took a few moments to find his discarded shirt from last night, knowing he had a thing of seeing his ladies wearing his shirts… and if she was honest with herself, found the sight of them on her raven haired frenemy just as hot. Her mind momentarily raced to waking up with Jade with them too and sweetly enjoying a morning of passion, something she took solace in. She set aside the fantasy and slipped her arms into the sleeves and pulled it onto her shoulders then buttoned a few buttons from the bottom up to her cleavage. She glanced into the mirror on the closet door and saw that it stopped past her hips and covered her bare crotch, leaving something to his imagination when he saw her.

"Hope that newspaper's rolled up…" she called out playfully. Satisfied with her appearance, she left his room and around into the living room, ready to pounce and make the living room their new sex locale "because this bitch has been a very… very… bad girl…"

What she was not ready to see, however… was a guest with Freddie, a familiar face now looking at her with a completely shocked expression, eyes widening as the dark haired guest was figuring out in an instant what she had walked into. Freddie was already wincing and it was like slow motion as Sam did her best to act normal.

"Heyyy… Carls… you're early…"

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And now we have reached the end of the story for now. Given the 'unexpected' visitor, you can all probably guess what's coming in KTR3 once we begin posting again. I hope to have the first chapter of that one in the next couple weeks. Maybe even another before the New Year. I really hope everyone enjoyed, especially given how long the last two chapters have been, and I cannot wait to see the reviews and comments on how this chapter, and this whole chapter in the KTR universe, panned out, and maybe even offering some ideas on what you'd like to see in the coming stories. Thanks as always for reading and on the off chance I am not back, Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and Happy New Year.