“..shhh..” sam cooed softly, his big hand holding you down almost effortlessly. well, it wasn’t like you were trying to move away willingly. he was just so big. all over. “you’re okay.. you can take it.” he spoke softly, his voice a murmur. you squirmed again, the stretch starting to feel unbearable — it was fucking obscene. with a small, helpless whine you shifted your hips and sam tutted in response. “stay.”

that one word had your entire body locking up, heat rushing to your cheeks, your cock twitching untouched between your stomach and his. sam’s free hand slid up your ribs to your chest, pressing down just enough to keep you still. sam pushed in an inch and he groaned like it hurt to hold back. “you’re squeezing me so tight, baby.” he breathed and you gasped under him, your fingers curling in the sheets. “s— sam..”

“i know.” he hushed you again, leaning down to kiss your forehead, your cheek, then the corner of your mouth. “i’ve got you. let me make you feel good.” his every word settled deep in your spine and every roll of his hips forced you to feel just how big he was. he could easily ruin you; but he didn’t. he always took his time, worshipped you with every filthy, slow grind, every groaned praise in your ear.