Chapter three

UNSATISFIED

I let the silence stretch for a second, let the air thicken again, then I step closer to him with a small smile.

“Wait for me,” I murmur, brushing my fingers against his wrist.

“I need to run a quick bath.”

Sam’s eyes flash, dark, hungry but he nods once, leaning back on my couch like he owns it.

“Take your time,” he says, voice low.

Snow watches him suspiciously as I slip down the hallway.

The moment I close my bedroom door, I release a breath I’ve been holding. My skin is buzzing, my chest warm, my body already anticipating what will happen or what I want to happen.

I head straight to the bathroom and turn on the warm water.

Not a full shower, just enough to rinse off the cooking smell and the heat of the kitchen.

Steam wraps around me as I wash lightly, running water over my neck, collarbone, thighs.

My reflection in the foggy mirror looks flushed, eyes glowing with a mix of anticipation and something deeper… need.

I towel off quickly and walk to my closet.

I know exactly what I want.

Red lace.

Barely-there straps.

The kind of lingerie that isn’t made to be worn, just appreciated, torn, worshipped.

I slip into it slowly, letting the fabric kiss my skin.

My breasts push against the mesh, nipples teasing the thin lace.

The thong disappears between my curves, leaving nothing to the imagination.

The garter straps hug my thighs like sin.

Perfect.

I grab a pair of long heels, black stilettos that make my legs look dangerous and step into them.

My hips sway automatically, my skin warm under the soft lighting.

Sam is not ready for this.

I open the bedroom door and begin the slow walk down the hall. Each click of my heel echoes like a countdown.

My pulse is loud.

I can almost feel his eyes already.

When I enter the living room, Sam’s glance halfway to his lips freezes mid-air.

His eyes travel over me slow, stunned, darkening by the second.

His chest rises sharply.

His jaw clenches.

He drinks me in like a man starved for days.

I don’t say a word.

I walk straight to him, hips rolling lazily, the lingerie catching the light.

I stand in front of him, towering slightly because of the heels, and slowly take the wine glass from his hand.

His fingers brush mine hot, trembling just a little.

I lift the glass to my mouth and gulp it down in one go, the wine burning sweet on its way down.

He watches my throat move.

Watches my tongue catch the last drop at my lip.

Watches every single little motion like he wants to devour it.

Then I lower the empty glass onto the table with a soft clink.

His voice is barely a whisper.

“…Amelia.”

I step closer, one knee between his legs, so close I feel his breath catch.

“Now,” I murmur, tracing the line of his jaw with one finger,

“where were we?”

I kneel between his legs, looking up at him with a coy smile as I slowly unzip his pants. He raises an eyebrow at me, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.

I don't answer, just slip my hand inside his boxers and wrap my fingers around his hardening cock. He groans, his head falling back against the couch cushions as I stroke him to full mast. His length is good, thick and throbbing in my hand.

I pull his pants and boxers down, letting his cock spring free. It bobs against his stomach, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. I lean forward, running my tongue along the underside from base to tip before swirling it around the head.

"Fuck," he hisses, one hand coming down to tangle in my hair. "That feels good, baby."

Encouraged, I take him into my mouth, my lips stretching around his girth as I suck him deep. He tastes musky and masculine, his scent filling my nostrils as I bob my head up and down his shaft.

"Yeah, just like that," he groans, his hips flexing as he starts to thrust into my mouth. "Take my cock, slut. Show me how much you want it."

I relax my throat, taking him deeper until the head hits the back of my throat. I swallow around him, the muscles fluttering and massaging his length. He growls in approval, his grip on my hair tightening.

"That's it, fuck," he pants, his abs clenching as he starts to fuck my face in earnest. "Such a good little cocksucker. You were made for this, made to choke on my dick."

I moan around him, the vibrations sending shivers through his body. I can feel myself getting wet, arousal coating my thighs as I service him. He's so hard, so thick in my mouth, and I can't get enough.

I stand up, and he swiftly Carries me in his strong arms, I point upstairs to my room while we kiss.

He pins me against the wall, his hard body pressed against mine as he grinds his erection into my hip.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll forget your own name," he growls in my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine.

He kisses me then, his tongue invading my mouth as his hands roam over my curves. I moan into the kiss, my body responding to his touch despite my mind's reluctance. He palms my breasts, squeezing them roughly through the thin fabric of my dress.

"These tits are mine," he rasps, breaking the kiss to nip at my neck. "Every inch of this body belongs to me now."

He hikes up my transparent panties, his fingers brushing against my bare pussy.

I gasp as he parts my folds, finding me already wet. "Fuck, you're dripping," he groans, plunging two fingers inside me. "Your cunt is practically begging for my cock."

I whimper as he pumps his fingers in and out, his thumb circling my clit. Pleasure builds low in my belly, my hips rocking against his hand. "Please," I pant, not even sure what I'm begging for anymore. "Sam, I need..."

"I know what you need," he interrupts, withdrawing his fingers and bringing them to his lips. He licks them clean, his eyes never leaving mine. "You need to be filled, to be stretched wide and fucked hard until you can't walk straight."

He undoes his pants, freeing his thick cock. I watch, mesmerized, as he strokes himself from root to tip. He positions himself at my entrance, the broad head nudging against my slick folds.

"Brace yourself," he warns, and then he's pushing inside me, stretching me wide as he fills me in one hard thrust.

I feel the sudden invasion. He dick is okay, splitting me open as he buries himself to the hilt. "Fuck, you're so tight," he groans, giving me a moment to adjust before he starts to move.

He fucks me hard and fast, pounding into me with ruthless intensity. The wet sound of our flesh slapping together fills the room, mingling with our grunts and moans of pleasure. I cling to him, my body jolting with each powerful thrust.

"Oh yes!" I moan, my head falling back against the wall. "Don't stop, Sam ! Fuck me harder!"

My pussy flutters around him.

"That's it, baby," he pants, his hips never faltering. "Come on my cock. I want to feel you squeeze me."

He cum in minutes later, flooding me with his hot seed as he buries himself deep inside me.

It’s over.

Just like that.

I lie there, staring at the ceiling, heartbeat steadying… while Sam is already rolling off me, panting like he ran a marathon.

He mutters something about “God, that was amazing,”

and then—

He’s out.

Fully asleep.

Snoring.

Loudly.

I blink at him. Once. Twice.