Frost Wants Samia to Fuck him Like she Means it

“What is it?” Samia asked innocently.

“Isn’t it obvious,” Frost said as they entered the hut, a confident smile on his ugly fucking face. “I want you to fuck me. And not just fuck me. Do it like you mean it.”

Samia looked into his cold, icy-looking eyes. Out the corner of her eye was the doorway to the hut. The sun was setting. It’d soon be sunset. It’d soon be time for Varga to relieve her and take him into his custody.

Frost, the bastard. This wasn’t for her. It was for Varga. He wanted the captain to see them fucking. To get jealous perhaps. For his feelings for her to cloud his judgment.

She gulped, knowing that the question ‘what if I don’t’ would have severe consequences. The welts on her skin were already evidence of that.

“How do you want me?” she asked.

“Ride me,” he demanded.

He climbed on the cot bed she’d been spitroasted on multiple times a couple of days ago. It was barely wide enough for her to straddle him, but Samia managed.

Her pussy was already wet, it was betraying her. She felt immense shame at becoming such a slut.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she positioned herself over him. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her entrance, begging for penetration. She felt his intense gaze on her, his cock twitching beneath her. She looked into his cold, hateful eyes and bit her lip.

With a deep breath, she slowly lowered herself onto him, feeling the tip of his cock slip inside her. She bit her lip, trying to hide the moan that escaped her lips.

Frost grinned, his hand gripping the back of her neck as he pulled her closer. His lips brushed against her ear, his voice low and seductive.

“You feel so good, Samia. I’ve been wanting this for so long. I’m so glad you want it now.”

She felt a surge of anger and resentment course through her at his words. She was not his plaything. She was not here for his pleasure. She was here to protect Varga.

Frost let out a groan, his hands reaching up to grip her hips.

“Ride me like you mean it,” he grunted.

Samia began moving up and down, her hips bucking slowly at first, then picking up speed. She felt Frost’s hard cock penetrating her, his thighs slamming against her ass with each thrust.

Their bodies collided, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Samia could feel her clit rubbing against his pubic bone with each movement.

“Harder!” Frost barked.

Samia complied, increasing her pace, feeling the walls of her pussy tightening around his cock. She reached down and grabbed his hands, pressing them to her breasts. She had to make him feel like she wanted it. Had to get it over quick, before Varga arrived.

“Yes, that’s it,” Frost grunted, his eyes locked on her chest. “You’re riding me hard.”

It seemed Frost had other plans. His pace slowed. It was obvious he wanted to drag this out, wanted Varga to see the two of them together.

Samia felt her orgasm building, her body trembling as she rode him harder and faster. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her, his grip on her hips tightening.

Then, without warning, she cried out Varga’s name, her body convulsing as she came. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt waves of pleasure wash over her.

Frost groaned, his body tensing as he felt her pussy clamp down around him. He thrust up into her one final time, his release spurting deep inside her.

Their bodies collapsed onto the cot, their breaths ragged and fast.

“Sergeant Frost, the captain is here to take the prisoner.”

He held Samia close to him, not letting her pull away.

A short while passed, and Varga entered the hut, gasping at first.

“That’ll be all, Sergeant,” he said.

Frost rolled over, keeping Samia in his arms as she tried to pull away.

“Just keeping the whore warm,” he said. “She loved every second of it. Didn’t you, slut?”

Samia looked up at Varga with red-faced shame. Her eyes were apologetic.

“You’ve **** her to endure enough, Sergeant,” Varga spat. “It’s time you release her. No more of this.”

Frost smirked. “She loved it, Captain. She wanted it, isn’t that right?”

Samia looked away in embarrassment.

“You thought that she was your fucktoy, Captain. But now she’s mine.” Frost got to his feet. “She won’t be the only thing I take from you today, Captain Roche. I want your rank too, since you’re unfit for it.”

“You’re challenging me to a duel?”

“Oh yes.”

“I accept, of course.”