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“Fuck, that’s it.” He growled softly in your ear as he pressed into you, one arm around your waist keeping your back against his chest. “Told you that you could take it, baby.”

Your forehead was pushed into the wall, hands behind your back as Sammy held your wrists together with one hand. How he was able to stand straight and keep a hold on you was beyond you. Your shirt was bunched up above your chest, bra pushed down, tits exposed. Bite marks covered your skin, messy with saliva still sitting on the surface. Sammy didn't care if he was careful. No, he liked you debauched; he liked you as nasty as he could get you.

The denim had been pushed hastily down your legs, panties barely below your knees. Sammy had a rough, long shift, and he couldn't wait. His utility belt was thrown on the bed, gun put aside on the dresser. He didn't even get his pants off all the way, simply pulling his cock out and letting his belt hang.

“S-Sammy—” You whimpered out your boyfriend’s name as he pulled out and pushed back in, your back arching your chest towards the wall. He repeated the motion, a bit harder this time, forcing your body forwards into the wall with a cry escaping your throat. “F-Fuck, easy~”

“Sorry, baby.” Sammy chuckled next to your ear, pressing a kiss to your temple as if he was the sweetest man in the world and not currently balls deep in your cunt, stretching you open like his life depended on it. He moaned into your ear this time, hips retreating just so the tip stayed inside. Then he rammed in, a low groan echoing through your ears. “Just feels so fuckin’ good. This tight little pussy feels like heaven, honey. God, if you could feel it, you’d understand.”

The thrusts became more like actual thrusts, his hips finding a smooth rhythm as he moved in and out, teeth nipping at the shell of your ear. He hummed with a smirk—you could feel it against your skin. “Yeah, baby. You’d get why I can’t stay away.”

You couldn't get a reply out, your brain already turning to a puddle of mush and nothing but ‘Sammy, Sammy, Sammy’ repeated in it like a broken record. The sounds leaving your mouth were nothing short of lewd and sinful, the mush in your head spilling out that same loop of Sammy’s name. You couldn't think; couldn’t speak. All you were capable of was standing there and taking it.

“Look at you..” He cooed, the arm around your waist moving to wrap around your neck, your chin nestled in the crook of his elbow. He wasn't cutting off any air to your brain, just holding you still as he pummeled into you. “Such a good girl, aren't you?”

“Y-Yes..” You barely croaked out, eyes shut tight and mouth permanently parted.

“Mm, can’t hear you, sweetheart.” He emphasized his words with a particularly deep thrust, your throat choking up a curse. “Louder, baby. Use your words.”

“Yes—! Yes, I’m a good girl!”

“Yeah?” He laughed sadistically, the sound traveling deep and low in your gut. The heat radiated through your body and settled where he was already inside of you. “Whose good girl, hm? Who's got you on his cock?”

“You~” The word came out immediately in the form of a sob, the pleasure of him fucking you into next week and the pace of his hips causing your vision to blur. “‘m your good girl, Sammy…”

“Yeah, you are.” Sammy growled, his arm around your throat tightening just enough to make you gasp for air. He pressed deeper, moved quicker, his breathing growing heavy and rushed. “You’re my good fuckin’ girl. My pretty little thing for me to use whenever I want. Ain’t that right, baby?”

“Yesyesyes…” You slurred, head tilting back against his shoulder, legs starting to tremble from you standing on your tippy-toes just to reach him.

The slick sounds from his dick rearranging your insides was almost enough to make the holiest man want to repent. Sammy almost couldn't believe he got you that wet within the span of minutes. He was used to girls looking the other way, taking no interest in him. His ex-wife sure as hell didn't like him for him. She was using him for his title, for the money that he didn't even have.

But you?

Oh, you got so worked up just by the sound of his voice. The uniform was just a little added bonus at the end of the day. All it took was a snap of his fingers and you’d come running, drop to your knees, and do whatever he wanted.

Sammy felt your walls clench around him in a soft rhythm, a telltale sign you were close. His pace slowed before he pulled out completely, soaked cock resting between your cheeks. “Don’t tell me you’re gonna cum already, princess.”

“I’m sorry~” You whined, pushing your ass back against him like it would solve anything. You should have known better, really, since Sammy loved torturing you. “Please don’t stop. Pretty please, Sammy, fuck me~”

Jesus Christ, he could have listened to you beg for hours and hours if he would have let himself. The way your voice rose an octave, getting all pitchy and whiny like a whimpering dog. That was enough to make a man weak in the knees.

Instead, Sammy pulled you away from the wall, jeans falling off completely and panties hanging off of one leg, his hands holding you up by the thighs. He unceremoniously dropped you down on the edge of your desk, the one you did your college homework on, slipping himself right back into that greedy hole with a smile and a groan. His lips were on yours in an instant, the taste of beer ever so slightly present on his tongue.

You should have been upset that he went and had a drink before he came home but you couldn't find yourself to care at that moment. How could you care when he made up for it by fucking the thought out of your head?

Your hands, ever so grabby, started to unbutton Sammy’s uniform shirt, moaning into the sloppy kiss as his hands gripped your thighs tight. He wasn't letting you escape even if you tried. The thought wasn't even allowed to cross your mind.

The dark blue shirt fell onto the floor and Sammy moved his hands away just long enough to get his white undershirt up and off and right onto the floor. His thrusts became erratic, teeth nipping at your lower lip as he pulled back to whisper against your mouth. “Touch me, baby. C’mon, put those pretty hands on me like I know you want to.”

And who were you to say no?

Your smaller hands pressed to his stomach, feeling him up where there was the slightest pudge and a treasure trail of hair leading right to the pot of gold. They moved upwards, squeezing at his chest as his hips pistoned into yours, the sound of skin slapping filling the bedroom.

“Yeah…” He muttered into your mouth, kissing you sloppily and panting like a dog, cock starting to swell inside of you. “Yeah, baby, just like that. Gonna make me cum, pretty girl.”

And by God’s name, you don’t know what came over you but you couldn't help but blurt it out: “Cum in me, Sammy. Please. Pretty please.”

“Oh, you know just what to say.” He smirked as he chased after his sweet release, one hand sneaking between your thighs to circle his thumb over your swollen clit. “Cum with me, yeah? Wanna feel you cum around my cock, honey.”

You nodded with a desperate, wanton moan, hands dragging down his torso with your blunt nails scratching at his tanned skin. The edge was so close that you could taste it, the pleasure dancing on your tongue. You could feel it creep up your veins, up your toes and through your nerves, until it settled deep in your belly, coiling tight like a spring.

“Fuck, baby, fuck—” Sammy groaned low and deep against your mouth as he felt your walls constrict around him, your thighs tensing around his waist. “You’re right there, sweetheart. C’mon. Cum for me. Make a mess of my cock.”

With his words adding to the fire, and his thumb drawing tight circles on that bundle of nerves, all it took was one brutal thrust forward before you were a total wreck. Your back arched your chest into his, head thrown back in pleasure, eyes rolling and thighs shaking. The fast, rhythmic pulses of your walls clenching around Sammy did him in. That and the way you practically screamed his name like he was the holy spirit.

“Yeah, that’s it.” He growled as he sped up his thrusts, fucking you through your orgasm as he chased his own. “Gonna fill this pretty little cunt up until it takes, you hear me? Gotta give Nate a little brother or sister.”

The sheer thought of getting you pregnant was what did it. Sammy gave one final thrust and he was done for, his head falling down into your neck as he shook and moaned, his voice going up in pitch just a little. His hands held your waist tight, cock twitching and spilling deep into you, no doubt in Sammy’s mind that it was enough.

You both panted like you ran a marathon as sweat coated your skin, a drop falling down Sammy’s forehead and onto your neck. He didn't want to move from his position, too enthralled with the way you clung to him at multiple points. Arms around his waist, hands on his shoulders, pussy dripping around his cock.

After what felt like ages, he brought his head up, forehead bumping into yours with a smile and rough chuckle. “You okay?” He asked softly, one hand coming up to fix your messy hair and wipe away some sweat from your forehead.

You smiled back tiredly, nodding and humming in reassurance even as his cum started to leak out of you, right onto the desk. “I’m okay.”

Sammy just smirked, hands cupping the sides of your jaw, lips lingering over yours. “Good, ‘cuz I’m not done.”

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