Sam Gaze Novels & Stories

The way he watched me like he already owned me. My orgasm crashed into me without warning. My walls clenched hard around my fingers as I cried out, a sharp, broken sound. I bit my lip to muffle it, thighs shaking violently. I gripped the pole for dear life as waves of pleasure rolled through me, my juices dripping down my hand. I was still trembling, fingers buried deep inside my spasming pussy, when his deep, velvety voice cut through the haze like a command from the devil himself. “Did I say you can cum, Selvaggia?”

{SAMANTHA’S POV} Samantha raced the BMW on the outskirts of Boston, Sam in the passenger seat beside her, heading along the highway towards Salem. She was increasingly annoyed at the growing difficulty in finding his dad. She’d been sure, when she’d seen those Facebook messages, when Sam had told her with such excitement that he’d been in touch with him, that this would be easy. She would just take him to his dad’s house, and from there it would be a direct path to the sword.

Upon blasting out those sizzling words, Samantha turned around to me. For the first time in the history of Samantha and Jieve encounters, she looked me in the eyes; her gaze was perfectly horrific, and torridly intimidating. It was brown like her twin brother, Vhynz, but at that moment during our gaze, it turned red. Like fire. Like a burning hot magma boiling on the mouth of a dangerously active volcano.

"Who is this perspective assistant?" "Her name is Samantha Hogue. I used to work with her several years ago. She was my office manager." He placed his hands on the breakfast bar and looked into the distance. "The first firm that I worked for made a huge mistake when they let her go. Sam was my unit's office manager, but she seemed more than that. I mean, she seemed to know what everyone in the office needed before we had to ask. She remembered each of our clients and had no problems reminding me if I needed to call one or the other. She managed our office affairs just as if she herself was a broker."

Sama breathed. Dean stepped towards her, speaking softly. "Don't go there." "She's my best friend," Sama snapped. "You think I won't go there?" "I know you will," Dean said. "Which is why I'm saying this—we don't operate blind." Gloria unrolled a map on her tablet. "Last ping we got places her on Highway 9. Northbound. Past the edge of sanctioned territory." Dickson's brow creased. "Into rogue territory?"

************ Sam's Meeting At The Law Office Wednesday May 21, 2008 Samantha Zeek, who also went by Sam or Sam K, was 30 when she walked into the office building for the most important day of her life. She arrived early in the morning, she needed preparation for her mind and appearance from the professional staff the firm employed, and some witness preparation from Joe Pope.

It was calm and peaceful but almost like a whisper like there was something stuck in the speaker's throat making their voice come out as if, along with white noise. The both of them turned around to the speaker, it was none other than Jelena Savage herself! The Coalition Chieftess of the Als race!

turned around and went back to the front door to lock it. After he made sure that their home was secure he continued to run after his sister until he was right by her side. He looked ahead of them. In the not so far of distance he could see the line where trim country grass from the Farmers Open Fields met with wilderness. Such a difference between the two pieces of land. Almost like different worlds. There was a flimsy wooden gate between the farmland and Forest that seemed to be holding the later back from oozing into their village. They had entered the forest quite a few times before and they always entered in the same place right there. Where country meets wilderness at the flimsy gate.

[You cool more hot with those glasses. Sam's hair nearly stands straight when he read the message! He looked at the window but no one is outside but pure silence. This Covid-19 is making the busy highways look a ghost town. Sam received a message again. [Don't look at the window, I am not there young man. You look handsome with that just keep it. If you sign a contract with me, I can give you assistance. This is my generosity towards you.]

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