Rough Fvck with Sam
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I stepped into my room and froze.
Sam was standing there in the dark, completely naked, c**k already hard and thick vains n all,which only got me wet all over again.
The belt in his right hand slid slowly across his palm like he’d been waiting a while.
Then his eyes moved over me — messy hair, crooked skirt, the faint smell of another man still on my skin.
His jaw flexed. “Where the f**k have you been Riley?”
I didn’t answer, just closed the door behind me and leaned against it.
He walked over, slowly
The belt tapped against his thigh once, twice. “You disappear right after we f**k in the boathouse. Come back looking like you just got railed." He says, stepping closer, slowly, "Tell me where you went, Riley.”
Still nothing. I didn't open my mouth. I wanted him to force it open
He grabbed my arm, spun me around and bent me over the bed.
The belt cracked across my ass - sharp, stinging pain ran down.
I gasped.
But then he hit me again, harder this time, right where it made heat bloom between my legs.
“Talk,”
I stayed quiet. Nodding my head sideways repeatedly
He hit me three more times, each one sharper.
My skin burned but I kind of enjoyed the feeling of being lashed
My p***y throbbed underneath me.
He yanked my arms behind my back and looped the belt around my wrists, and tied them tight to the metal headboard.
Fuck
I couldn’t move.
Couldn’t even twist around to look at him.
Sam kicked my legs apart.
Revealing my already slimmy p***y, opening with a little moist sound escaping in between my legs
No warning.
He shoved into me from behind in one rough thrust.
Deep n hard.
I bit the mattress to keep from moaning too loud.
He started f*****g me immediately. Long, angry strokes that made the bed shake violently
His hand reached around and squeezed my tit hard, pinching my n****e while he pounded me deeper so veryy rough “You let someone else f**k you tonight, didn’t you?” he growled. “Tell me who.”
I moaned instead
Loud n defiant.
He f****d me harder -- the sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. Every thrust was brutal, like he was trying to punish me for cheating and claiming me at the same time.
His c**k stretched me wide, hitting so deep it almost hurt.
“Say his name,” he demanded His hand left my tit and gripped my hip, fingers digging in. “Who f****d you?”
I stayed silent, biting my lip until it hurt.
Sam lost it.
He started slamming into me even rougher The bed banged against the wall. His hips slapped against my ass violently with every thrust. One hand stayed on my hip, the other reached around and rubbed my c**t fast and rough.
“Tell me,” he snarled. “Tell me who had this p***y before me!”
The words finally broke out of me, shaky with every thrust.
“Dr- d- Kane… Dr Caleb” My words were breaking
“The professor… he f****d me in his study… while his wife was right outside the door…”
Sam went completely still for half a second.
Then he went feral.
He f****d me so hard I couldn’t breathe no more
Brutal deep angry thrust filled with emotions. His c**k slammed into me over and over and over, so rough it actually hurt now - skin slapping skin like we were animals - and this is why I'm go glad to be with Sam again. Only him could f**k me this way, this brutal and unforgiving
His hand tightened on my hip now, fingers bruising it as he thrust deep and rough in. The belt dug into my wrists as I pulled against it. It was pointless. I wasn't going no where, not now.
Not until he had smashed the life out of me🤤
“Say it again,” he growled.
“D-dr. Kanee...!” I cried out, voice cracking, “He f****d me… he came inside me…”
Sam made a low, dangerous sound in his throat and went even harder. Hands on my wrist as he f***s rough and raw, skin slapping skin f**k. The pain mixed with pleasure until I couldn’t tell which was which anymore.
My legs barely able to stand anymore, my p***y clenching around his stone hard d**k.
I was close again now
He didn’t slow down. Just kept pounding me like he wanted to erase every trace of the professor from my body system
Finally he pulled out with a rough groan.
fuck
Hot c*m shot across my ass and lower back; thick, warm, a lots of it.
He kept stroking himself, milking every drop onto my back and butt while he breathed hard behind me.
The only sound in the room was the both of us trying to catch our breath.
Sam leaned down, lips brushing my ear.
“You’re mine now,” he said, voice low and rough. “No more professor. No more anyone. You understand?”
I nodded, still tied to the bed, c*m dripping down my p***y, my body aching from both pleasure n pain
He didn’t untie me right away.
He just stood there, staring at what he’d done to me.
I was leaking and swollen
Hand cuffed
And I already knew this wasn’t over. Not yet
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