Page 288 of The Havenport Collection

Sam

A fter dropping Valentina off, Gio brought me straight back to his house and was furiously kissing me before we even got up the stairs.

My need for him was so great, I could barely think straight. Everything felt so new and different. My head knew that this was Gio, my friend and all-around wonderful human. But my body…my body was going crazy for the sexy new man in my life.

This felt different than the hotel room, when I had the buffer of a sexy outfit, makeup, and a night of dancing with this incredible man to propel me into his bed. But a random Saturday afternoon?

In the light of day, this felt more intimate. My need for him was just as great, but somehow, I couldn’t get out of my own head. Suddenly, all the insecurities I had been carefully hiding away came rushing in.

When he dropped to his knees, trying to unbutton my jeans, I froze.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Can we turn the lights off?” I asked, feeling both embarrassed and turned on. I hated myself in that moment. I wanted to be the confident goddess I had been in that hotel room. But that woman felt so far away from me. Today I was just Sam, rocking my ponytail and lip balm. Was that enough for him?

He sat back on his heels and looked up at me. “Why? I want to see you, babe.”

I looked up at the ceiling, regretting that I had said anything. I felt like such an idiot.

“I’m kind of self-conscious,” I explained. “About my butt and legs.”

“Dear God, why? You are a goddess.” He ran his hands up the sides of my thighs and I shivered.

“Because they are big, you know?”

He stood up, his face angry. “No. I don’t know. I look at you and see the woman of my dreams. Do not talk shit about this ass.” He grabbed it and squeezed. “I happen to love this ass.”

I giggled.

“Now get on the bed,” he growled. My legs shook. I loved it when he gave me orders.

“Kneel. Let me look at you.”

I got on my hands and knees, facing away from him. My face was crimson. I felt exposed and vulnerable. But also turned on by his growls.

He ran his hands over my lower back and down my cheeks.

“I don’t think you understand, Sam,” he said. “These thighs. I love your thick thighs. I dream about them wrapped around my face. I want to grip them while I drive into you.”

Before I could respond, he spanked me, the crack of his hand against my skin making me shudder with lust.

“Say another negative thing about these beautiful thighs and I will have to punish you again.”

I moaned.

His fingers roamed farther and I sighed.

“And this ass.” Spank. “Juicy and perfect for spanking.”

He leaned over me, and I could feel the heat of his body.

“And I know my girl likes being spanked.”

“I do.”

“Good girl.”

He traced his fingertips down my spine, stepping back from the bed.

“This view.” He ran his hands through his hair. “It’s unbelievable. I love looking at your dripping pussy. Just waiting to be filled.”

He gently ran his fingers along my folds, slipping one inside. I gasped.

“Oh you are so ready. Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” I moaned. “Please, Gio, I need you.”

“I’m going to need to go slow. Because just looking at you like this has me on the edge.”

“Not slow.” I gasped. My legs shook and my core ached. I had never been so needy, so desperate before.

He thrust inside me, making my eyes roll back in my head.

“Yes. That’s perfect. Oh God, this angle.”

I turned my head and caught sight of him, standing behind me, eyes fixed on me. “You like this?” He ran his hand up my neck, grabbing my hair and tugging gently. “You like it when I’m rough with you.”

I nodded, too focused on the storm building inside me to form words. The pace, the angle, and his dirty words were close to bringing me over the edge.

“I’m not going to let you come yet, Sam,” he growled. “Not until you admit that you are perfect.”

He spanked me again and I felt my inner walls spasm. I was so close.

“You are gorgeous.” Spank.

“You are sexy.” Spank.

“And you are mine.” Spank.

“Yes, Gio,” I screamed. “Yes. Yes.” In that moment, I was all those things. He was possessing me and there was nothing I would not give to him.

“Good girl. Now you can come.” He reached his hand around and found my clit, rubbing it gently with his thumb, and I detonated. Pleasure washed over me as he continued to pound into me, telling me how sexy I was.

It was the most intense orgasm of my life, and if I didn’t have his strong hands anchoring me to the bed, I swear I could have just floated away.

I collapsed, sweaty and sated.

Then I felt him flip me onto my back.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he said, throwing my legs over his shoulders. “I’m going to watch your gorgeous tits bounce while you tell me how no one has ever made you come so hard.”

“Yes,” I sighed, looking up at his face, feeling the beginnings of another orgasm building within me. “I’ll do anything you want.”

“Good girl. Now get ready to come again. And this time I want you to scream even louder.”