Across Town (Sam)

Across town, Sam’s breath hitched as Aaron’s hands pinned her wrists to the mattress, his body a heavy, intoxicating weight. The headboard rattled against the wall with each thrust, her borrowed body arching instinctively. Pleasure coiled tight in her stomach, unfamiliar yet overwhelming, as his grip tightened. "FUCKKKKKKKKK!" She had lost count of the amount of orgasms he'd pumped into her, but she didn't care, she didn't want it to end. She was lost in this.

Aaron’s breath came in ragged bursts, his fingers digging into Sam’s hips hard enough to bruise. The mattress springs screamed beneath them, the rhythm of his thrusts turning erratic, ****. A sheen of sweat coated his chest as his muscles tensed, his teeth gritting in pleasure.

Sam’s back arched off the bed, her moans dissolving into breathless whimpers as another wave of sensation crashed over her. She barely recognized her own voice, high, broken, pleading.

Then his rhythm stuttered. Aaron growled low in his throat, as he pulles his thick long cock out of Sam. “Knees bitch,” he commanded, his voice rough with need. Sam felt so empty now, but knew what was about to happen. She got back to her knees, in front of the beast that had just given her so much pleasure.

Her lips parted instinctively, her breath hitching as his hips jerked forward one last time. Heat spilled across her tongue, thick and salty, as he groaned above her, his release pulsing against the back of her throat. Sam had never once considered what cum had tasted like, how could she, before tonight, she was just a dude, but now, it was amazing. She'd earned this load. She swallowed reflexively, her own body still trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure.

Aaron’s fingers tangled in her hair as he pulled back with a satisfied groan, his cock still twitching against her swollen lips. “Fuck, you take it so good,” he panted, thumb swiping a stray drop from her chin. “Never had a girl swallow like that on the first night.”

Sam shivered at the praise, her tongue darting out instinctively to catch the last bitter-salt taste of him. The words sent a fresh pulse of heat between her thighs, validation twisting with the ache of overstimulation.

Sam just smiled up at him. He stroked her face, "You wanna stay the night?" Sam eagerly nodded. Of course... she couldn't actually remember who she was, or how she had got here.