Page 24 of His Hawaiian Heart (Stateside Doms #26)

Chapter Seventeen

Samantha

I’d gasped. I’d begged. I’d pleaded. And yes, I’d screamed out Sam’s name, way more than once. It had been the most intense, most sensational, most satisfying sex I’d ever experienced. And that bulge sure as hell hadn’t been a gerbil. That had been all cock, and what a glorious cock it was.

I smiled as I lightly drew a nail across his chest, watching small bumps appear and his nipples tighten.

His pecs were so well defined that I could easily trace a path down their center, watching as his dick began to stir.

How that was possible after he’d come so many times, I had no clue, but I wasn’t complaining.

I could still remember the feel of him in my mouth.

The sting of his hold on my hair hadn’t deterred me.

The pain had only driven me with a desire to take him deeper, to lave his shaft, to open my throat and accept him as he pushed my head down in a silent order.

He’d spoken of my essence and I knew exactly what he’d meant.

I could still taste him on my tongue and craved more.

Looking up, I saw he was still dead to the world.

Poor guy, he had to be exhausted. I should probably let him sleep, but then, where was the fun in that?

Slowly, I moved down the bed, keeping close so he wouldn’t subconsciously miss my body heat and wake.

The sheet had been loosely draped across his hips so it wouldn’t be a shock if I pushed it down just a teensy bit more.

At my destination, I slowly straddled his thighs, being careful not to settle my weight onto them.

I smiled as I traced down the furrows of his Adonis belt with my nails before bending forward to ever so softly blow across his balls.

I had to bite back a laugh when his cock instantly did more than stir as it started to lengthen.

Remembering his fascination with my hair, I took a thick strand in my fingers and brushed the curls against his cock as if using him as a canvas for my greatest drawing.

A slight shift of his body had me freezing, but when he stilled, I smiled and continued, leaning closer.

“You’re beautiful,” I whispered softly, my words stirring the hairs that provided the nest when his cock was dormant.

Using just the tip of my tongue, I started at the base and licked up the shaft until reaching the mushroom-shaped head.

He truly had a magnificent cock. Then again, how could I expect any less seeing as he was the most magnificent man I’d ever seen.

Closing my eyes, I inhaled deeply and ever so carefully, slowly lifted his cock from the rock-hard planes of his abs.

Opening my eyes to see my target, I almost moaned when a pearly drop of precum oozed from the slit on the crown.

I smiled, my tongue already tasting the essence I craved.

Parting my lips, I bent just a trifle bit more and…

“Did you ask permission to suck my cock?”

My gaze flew up to see his looking down at me. I could lie, but then it wasn’t like he hadn’t caught me with my hand withdrawing from the jar with cookies in my fist.

Or your hand around his cock ready to stuff it into your mouth.

Mango, papaya.

A chuckle had me realize I’d spoken aloud. “I mean, no, Sir. I figured asking for forgiveness was the better way to go.”

“Is that right?”

I smiled and nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

“Well,” he said, his hands already sliding down.

Remembering the feel of them in my hair, my sex clutched in glee.

But it wasn’t my hair he was reaching for.

His target was further south. How he sat up, slid his hands under my legs, and lifted me while I was still in a kneeling position, I’d never know.

What I did know was that I thought I understood how an insect must feel when spreading its wings only to discover the branch beneath it had disappeared and it was hanging in midair.

“You figured wrong.”

I squealed and reached for his chest as he spread my knees further while he laid back again. “We’ll deal with the matter of your misassumption later. Right now, reach down and take my cock in your hand.”

What choice did I have other than to obey?

Okay, I had a choice, but I sure wasn’t going to say no.

Not when my nipples were already starting to ache in need.

It wasn’t difficult to locate his shaft as it had gone from semi hard to rock hard while I’d just been hanging around.

Stifling an urge to giggle, I wrapped my fingers as far as I could around his girth.

“Now, reach between your legs and use only your thumb and little finger to spread your pussy lips nice and wide.”

Okay, that was an order I’d never heard issued before, but if I had any doubt what he meant, all he had to do was softly say, “Mahalo.” Instantly, I saw the signal that was common on the island.

I also remember him telling me it was used to signify gratitude, an appreciation for life and the promises of pleasure found in every moment.

Never had a word fit a moment so perfectly before.

Even as I felt my face flush, I felt my pussy gush.

I lifted the only remaining point of contact I had to brace myself, trusting he wouldn’t let me faceplant into his chest. Slipping my hand between my legs, I tucked three fingers into my palm and slowly began to insert the proper ones between my pussy lips.

“Eyes open and on me.”

He didn’t bark the order, but my eyes instantly snapped open and locked on his. Even when his lips curled, he didn’t lose a single ounce of dominance.

“Breathe, babygirl.”

Not even aware I’d been holding my breath, I sucked in a gulp of air.

“Good girl. Now spread that pussy for me and don’t you dare touch that clit. Like your pussy, it belongs to me now.”

Oh god. What would happen when I came from just the sound of his voice saying things that had every cell in my body expanding in expectation of bursting simultaneously into one huge bubble of orgasmic bliss?

“Give me a color, Sam.”

“Huh, oh… green, Sir, like your eyes.”

He smiled and nodded. “Then, please continue.”

I drew my lip between my teeth and slid my fingers deeper, twisting my wrist to allow my thumb and pinky finger to part my pussy lips rather than simply push deeper.

My fingers had stroked my pussy before. I’d played with my clit, swiping my cream from lips to the hard bud more times than I could count and thought nothing of it.

But this? This felt dirty in the most delicious way.

I could tell by Sam’s grin and his eyes that he was as enthralled as I.

“Like this, Sir?” I asked as if forced my hand a bit deeper to part my lips further.

“Exactly like that. Now, keep those sweet wet lips wide open and take my cock and slip it inside. Don’t simply replace your fingers with my dick. Slide it in, right past those curled fingers until your pussy has swallowed every inch.”

Okay, that was the filthiest thing I’d ever heard.

I knew from the tightness in my chest that I wasn’t breathing, but when I obeyed and moaned with the pure debauchery of it, I didn’t need oxygen.

The look in Sam’s eyes and the sight of the muscle in his jaw twitching as he forced himself not to offer me a single inch of help could sustain me for the rest of my life.

Inch by inch, I fed his cock into my pussy.

It had been a tight fit when it was only his dick filling me.

With my hand, it was almost impossibly tight and yet I not only accepted every twinge of discomfort from the stretch, the awkward position of my wrist, the stab of each nail of those curled fingers, I reveled in them.

All too soon, I felt a different sort of pressure as my body met his, my bent wrist and other hand trapped between us.

“Very nicely done. You may pull your hands free.”

I did so, hovering between relief and want. But as I settled firmly on his lap, his cock drove that tiny bit deeper and I gasped.

“Please, Sir, may I come?”

“No, subbie, and that’s the wrong question.”

I was an experienced sub, and yet I whimpered like he’d denied me far more than permission to climax.

But I was coiled tighter than a serpent poised to strike.

Every sense I had felt exaggerated. I felt myself falling into the depths of Sam’s eyes.

My nostrils filled with the combination of our essences, and I felt every goosebump that broke out with the slightest shift of my skin against his.

I heard every breath and whimper I made and swore I could taste his cum on my lips though his cock was deep inside my body.

I opened my mouth to plead yet again when I paused.

He was my Dom, and I was his sub. And as his submissive, I no longer strove to please myself. I was desperate to please him.

“Please, Sir, may I ride your cock?”

His grin widened. “That’s my girl. Yes, you may ride my cock.”

“Oh, thank you,” I gushed without caring that I sounded cheesy.

“But don’t you dare come,” he said and there was that whimper again. His hands slid up my torso to cup my breasts. Each index finger attempted to meet his thumbs, and though my nipples made that impossible, I couldn’t fault him for giving it his absolute best try.

I moaned at the pinch and then keened at the pull as I rose and fell, rocking slightly back and forth on his cock. And when he twisted my nipples, I had to scream. Not in pain as that was glorious, but for permission.

“Please, please, Sir, let me come!”

“That’s not a request, babygirl. That’s an order and whose job is it to give the orders here?”

God, I was going to die. Cause of death, locked into orgasmic paralysis.

Then fix it, subbie!

“Please, Sir, please may I come?”

“That’s so much better, but the answer is still no.” He chuckled when I actually snarled. His hands dropped from my nipples to my hips and held me as he began to thrust upward as he pulled me down onto his dick.

“Oh, oh, please!!! Please, please, please…”