Chapter 20

Sam came back to herself as he was showering kisses down her neck and rolling them over. Shocked she had any coherent thoughts, she whispered, “Condom?” and he nodded, showing her the package already in his hand.

There was a crinkle of fabric and then his fingers stroking, finding her cunt and guiding the blunt head of his cock into her. She had seen him, knew he was big, but her body was so relaxed after her orgasm, she expected him to slide in without much trouble. But had misjudged his size, apparently. There was a push, pressure, and then a stretch she had never felt before, making her whine.

He stopped, kissing her ear and whispering a question, and she nodded. She was okay, but wow. “Go slow.”

Alyx grinned against her skin, and her eyes drifted closed as his broad hands held her hips in place. He pushed, sinking in and spreading her. The ache of filling and stretching was so good and so sore, like trying to do a yoga move she saw on the internet, but in her vagina instead of her hamstrings. Grunting, he pushed deeper, and Sam could hardly believe there was more of him, certain he must be impossibly deep in her now. It was another few pushes, each feeling tighter than the last, her body trying to squirm away as they both panted.

“Almost there, Angel. I know you can take me.” He grinned against her hairline. “You look so good taking my cock.”

Sam bit her lip and his hips snapped, the last few inches shoving deep and Sam yelped, fingers digging into the skin of his back and he held still as she adjusted.

“Jesus Alyx,” Sam grinned after a moment, her core relaxing after a few long moments of tense twitching and wriggling. “Why are you single?”

He nipped her neck, his voice a bit higher pitched than normal, but somehow still chuckling. “I’m told I’m a scarred asshole most of the time, and when I’m not, I’m just scarred.”

Sam blinked. She had nearly forgotten his scars, and her head pulled back to look at him more fully, her eyes tracing the long jagged one that ran down his forehead, over his eye and cheek, and cut his delicious jawline. Her thumb touched the edge of it and he must have had seen something in her eyes because he leaned in and rubbed his nose over her cheek. “God, did you forget I had that one?”

Sam grimaced, glancing away sheepishly, and he smiled, one of the few real smiles she had seen. “Perfect girl.” Then, without another word, he started a slow rolling thrust that had her back arching.

The slow drag of him followed by the smooth, immediate thrust into her was making Sam lose her mind. Her body was possessed by some sort of lusty demon, eating up the pleasure and moaning for more, her nails digging into his skin as her thighs wrapped around his hips and her body writhed.

His voice was thick, strained and panting in her ear as he spoke, mixing praise and encouragement, words like ‘ perfect girl’ and ‘ you’re heaven’ and ‘ so tight, my Angel.’

It was too much, she could feel how close he was in the roughness of his movements as he began to piston her down into the bed instead of fucking into her, his body curving his big broad back over her, arms stiff and his skin flushed as he strained and groaned. “Come for me. Come on my cock, my perfect Angel.”

Sam whimpered and fell into it, feeling her brain go hot and dark as her body lit up like Christmas. “Alyx!”

She could vaguely feel him following her, but she was so caught up in her own pleasure that seemed to go on and on, unable to focus on watching him fall apart above her or feel the stuttering thrusts in her, only aware that she couldn’t seem to stop until he slumped over her. His hot chest pressed to her breasts, both of them damp with sweat. It took a moment for him to gather his own energy before he heaved his bulk to the side, tossed the condom in the trash, and immediately hauled her against him again.

Despite the sticky feeling of sweat cooling on their skin and gluing them together, Sam quickly and happily fell asleep in his arms, his fingers running up and down her spine soothingly.