Blow him instead!

There's no way you can stop things cold now you've come this far, even if you wanted to. Sam is without any doubt going to cum before he gets off this couch. You just can't let it be inside you. "Stop! Please, Sam! The GAME!" He looks down at you, scowling and clearly angry. "We have to win the GAME first! Then we can have as much fun as we want! But for now, how about I suck you off, instead? Sam?" He does not move. Not a single muscle. He just hovers over you, one movement away from spearing you and, in all likelihood, breaking your will for good. He sinks forward a little, so slightly it may have been subconscious, pressing the head of his cock just slightly into you. It's an effort to maintain eye contact, but you do. "Sam? You need to get off, now. I need to suck your cock." "Get off," Sam grunts, half to himself, "I do need to get off." His frown deepens, and for a moment you fear he's going to **** you.

Thoughts of escape race through your mind. He's absolutely got the upper hand right now. He has all the leverage, and far greater innate strength as well. But maybe if you- Your thoughts are interrupted as, mercifully, Sam pulls away from you. He stands up from the couch and kneels next to you to whisper in your ear. "I'll let you off easy for now. But once Mandy is dealt with, I'm going to fuck. you. up. I'll ravage you so long and so hard until you'll wish you'd get what Mandy got. You think I need magic to make you mine? I'm going to make you my **** just as much as Mandy will be, except you'll choose it willingly." You are positively dripping by now, imagining him back between your legs, doing everything he's saying he will, and your hands are subconsciously moving down to your crotch. It might all be bravado, but somehow you doubt it. "But for now," Sam continues, rising up far enough to wave his cock in your face. He does not need to finish his sentence.

You practically lunge for his dick, gobbling up half the impressive length in one go. Your gag reflex is none to happy with this, but you **** it to shut up. Right now, there are more important things than oxygen. You rearrange yourself on the couch, never breaking contact with Sam. He thrusts back into your mouth, yet despite that you still manage to suck powerfully. Having freed your hands, you grab on to his firm ass with both of them, which encourages him to fuck your mouth even harder. Occasionally you use one hand to play with his balls while the other travels up to his lower back, embracing his waist. The rest of the time they are on his hips, walking a fine line between drawing him in and keeping him from going so deep as to incapacitate you entirely. His cock forms the center of your universe, so when you feel the tell-tale signs of his approaching orgasm, there is no mistaking them.

You quickly pull your mouth off his cock for the first time in at least ten minutes. Sam continues thrusting towards your face a few times, so consumed in his own lust that he probably didn't even notice you stop at first. He grabs you by your hair, gripping it tightly, painfully. He makes no move to pull you back towards him, though, and you grab his hot shaft with both hands. Well-lubricated by the intense blowjob, your hands glide along the silken iron beneath your fingers without resistance. You stroke him, squeeze him, milk him. An alarmingly short time later - another few seconds might have ended life as you know it - you angle him down, feel him pulse, and then feel the warmth of his copious cum landing all over your breasts. Sam moans and shudders as he drains his balls onto you, and you do not let up your milking. You are sure a man like this will have enough left to get the job done with Mandy, later.

It's only afterwards that you notice just how short of breath the brutal throat-fucking has left you, and you need a while to regain your composure. Sam, for all his bluster, isn't faring much better, having collapsed onto the floor next to you. When he does get up, so do you, though still a little unsteadily. You look one another in the eye for a moment. His expression is... Enigmatic. Eventually you get yourself cleaned up and you do your best to refocus on the task at hand. There is a greater pleasure still to be had today, you tell yourself, and you will find it in the emptiness behind Mandy's enslaved eyes.