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{ Chapter 40 } : Good Girls Get A Treat, Anna

There was a breath of a moment were our lust-clouded gazes collided, mine tinged with a spell of frustration and his gleaming with a hint of smugness.

Be a good girl, principessa.

My throat felt dry as I sucked in a staggering breath. Was air even needed? My insides felt like they were shaking as I watched Sam with something akin to fascination, and with this urgent need to slap him for making me feel this way – so hot and bothered and unattended.

Make me come.

Those last three words were stuck on an endless loop, washing over me like a sensual and devious caress. The cascading water and our matching breathlessness created a sweet symphony that accompanied this trance like moment that had a hold on us.

I always give you a little something. I kept hearing the deep huskiness in that needy command. Kept feeling his fidgety fingers map over my body lines and the shortness of his breath on my skin.

Sam's jaw worked with a tick when I shakily reached forth to brush the small strands that had fallen into his eyes, slicking them back to join with the rest. He released the softest of groans and I felt its warmth on my palm.

When I trailed my fingertips down his front, feeling the coarseness of the hair lightly dusting his chest and the smoothness of his muscled planes, he cursed in his mother tongue. The wet fingers barricading my waist tightened until they were painfully digging. He was going to leave marks, but it was okay because I knew he'd kiss them better later.

He liked being teased, but not for long so I leaned forward until my lips were at his earlobe, before granting him the whispered words that would be the equivalent of an answered prayer.

"I'm going to play with it, Sam."

That's all that needed to be said.

I'd been dying to give him a good suck but being unfair – depriving me of my orgasm when I was so close – and acting all cute by dirty talking and goading me, he could kiss that blowjob good-fucking-bye.

All that smugness vanished, and Sam's mouth faltered at the corners. What graced it in its place was a slightly crooked and condescending smirk. It still left me breathless. "Play?"

In response, Sam's strong hands feathered up my ribs until they caged my breasts, lifting them to test their weight. His eyes darkened some more as he licked his lips in a feral display of his heightened lust.

I knew Sam loved my chest. I couldn't forget how many nights ago, he'd snuck into my silk covers, lowered the bodice of my negligee enough to expose what he craved, and stirred his middle finger deep inside of me as he feasted on my brxasts like a starved man finding water in the Sahara.

I shivered.

"Play, Tesoro?" he repeated gravelly.

Yes, baby. Play only.

"You don't get it sucked, Sam," I pressed my cheek against his prickly one, his hitching breath showing he was barely in check of his emotions. I loved him best like this – raw, vulnerable, and not hiding anything from me. This was always accompanied with that rush of feelings he always ignited within me. "You didn't earn it."

But truth be told, I actually couldn't suck his dick. My jaw ached too much. 

"Fine," he growled a moment later and I felt down sound down to my curled toes, causing a fluttering in my stomach. "Either case, you don't get to come."

"You're so fucking infuriating." I love him.

"At least I turn you the fvck on, baby."

In one swooping motion, he'd gathered me in his arms and reclined back against the tiled wall, until his chest and my breasts were squashed against one another. His throbbing erection was trapped between us, lounging lazily against his steel-cut abs. The sheer size of it had me panting in anticipation, and more heat pooling between my legs.

Sam could feel the traces of my arousal against his rock-hard thigh, where he'd positioned me. The twinge between my legs was aching. I'd make Sam sorry after for doing this to me.

"Fvck, baby." The words seemed dragged out of his throat. "I'll let you rock over, but right now I need you to txuch me."

Oh, please. I really need it. Sam grasped my knuckles and kissed them, saying, "Open your palm for me, sweetheart."

I did as he said, lowering my hand, and keeping my unwavering gaze trained on him. He never looked away either. I emitted a slow gasp when he smacked his fat, th!ck erxction in my hand and croaked sexily against my mouth, "Play now, baby."

The weight of it was so heavy. I marveled at the smooth textured skin, traced the veins and grazed the bulbous head. I tried to close my fist around him and failed. He was too big. Taking my hand in his, he squeezed our joined hands around his cxck. We simultaneously released needy sounds.

Oh, my God. "Show me how you like it, so I can apologize, baby."

Sam placed our wrapped hands in the middle of his shaft and jerked once, sliding them back all the down and up again, ripping from his throat a drawn-out, "Fuckkkkkk."

I moaned – excitedly and quietly – at the feel of him and his reaction to what we were doing. "Sam."

Sam's gaze fastened to where we joined, and I looked down, my tongue snaking out to run over my bottom lip. It was so hot, touching him like this for the first time.

Reaching out blindly, I grabbed the first lubricant I could find to help us - soon enough, our joined hands moved together. Fast. Steady. Slow. Exploring. Sam soon let me set the pace, dropping harsh pants as his hand came around to clutch my chin. Every slide of him in my palm was characterized by Italian curses and soft murmured begging.

In a hoarse voice, he told me it was okay to squeeze a little harder. Move a little faster. So I did, just for him. Only for him. "Ahh, merda. Fuck, yeah. Just like that, baby."

And every time he chanted tesoro, Anna, and baby like a prayer, it spurred me on. The way his breath would get caught. The rough, masculine groan he gave. Even the smell of him, I inhaled like a greedy drug addict.

All the while I watched how my hand stroke his cock harder and quicker and all the ways he liked it. I knew he'd need this again and that I would want – no, need – to be the one to make him feel this spry.

The squelching sounds of my fist fucking him were just as much of a turn on to me as they were to him.

I knew he was close, with the way his whole body was vibrating like a live cracking wire, his stomach muscles dipping and flexing. His eyelids had drooped a little bit, until he got that hunting look in his gaze. His lips parted and every panting breath he dropped echoed inside of me and resonated with my next heartbeats.

The intoxication thrumming through my veins was emphasized because I had my very own virility God between my legs, wet from the water sluicing over those hard muscular planes, so fucking undone from the power I yielded over him. My very own Adonis, depicting every living desire burning within my flesh, defeated by his Aphrodite. 

"Are you close?" I pressed my forehead to his.

He nodded impatiently, his forehead slightly knocking mine with the motion. His voice came out choked and raspy. "S-So close."

I slowed my pace just to prolong this torture, using my other hand to teasingly spread the remnants of lubricant over his lower abs - I was in love with his Apollo's belt. Seeing Sam so close to the edge was the cherry on top of my cake - a cake I'd happily engorge.  

"Please, Tesoro," he pleaded, clasping my face in his hands endearingly. His fingers shook a little. "Don't tease me. Give me what I want. Please."

I didn't.

I bit my lip to mask my smile.

Sam was ruthless in his passion. He didn't like it when I didn't give him what he thought was his due. I guessed that made two of us.

With a sound that sounded like a mixture of a snarl and growl, Sam hauled me closer to him...by gently wrapping both of his hands around my thrxat and lightly pressing the pads of his fingers into my pulse.

My hand stilled completely, and I gasped before it slowly melded into a hot, needy moan that was primal sounding and spoke highly of the effect Sam had on me. "Oh."

His eyes swirled with something untamed and he repeated after me, chuckling darkly. "Yeah. Oh."

I was stunned...because I didn't mind having his hands there. Was I twisted?

He tugged me even closer until my curves and his unyielding muscles were molded to one another, and my legs on either side of him burned with the stretch.

A myriad of sensations crawled over me when our wet chests slid against one another – my beaded nipples against his hxrd pecs - and I was once again reminded of the bundle of nerves between my legs, needing attention so bad. Sam's weighed down eyes skirted past my gaze - so bare for him to see the heat he spread inside me like a wildfire - and fell onto my glistening sex.

Be a good girl, Anna. I'll let you rock over it later.

The smirk taking over Sam's lips was dangerous, and he knew that while the pleasure was all his right now, I was the one who was truly at his mercy. "Say you're sorry, Anna. And once you finish me off, I'll sneak my fingers into your t!ght pvssy and f!nger you where I know it makes you scrxam my fvcking name, baby."

My thighs quaked. Oh, god. He's so damn bad. And I love every second of it.

When he tried to kiss me, I dodged, being stubborn just to see what response it would elicit out of him. This only made him clench his hands t!ghter around my nxck – still lightly - and jerk me to him. "Apologize, baby."

Fine, I'll be a good girl so he can let me get some relief later.

With fire in my eyes and gravel in my voice, I said reluctantly and with great difficulty, "I'm sorry."

"Brava, Tesoro. Now say it again while you fvck my cxck with those soft hands and finish me off. Good girls get a treat, Anna. Sempre."

Was this even real? Could I simply cxme from just his nasty words. Only one way to find out – besides the fact that I was twisted and enjoyed Sam's hands on my throat and his mouth whispering filth in my ear.

Sam drew my lips for a rough kiss before angling his head to bite my jaw. "Get moving, principessa."

This time I listened.

He wanted more? I'd give it to him.

"Sorry, baby," I kissed his lips, before leaving my mouth open and pressed to his to feel every jump in his breath.

A low roaring noise was my reward. I loved that sound. Needed to hear it again. "God, Sam."

His hands were still on my throat, using his fingers to pry my jaw open so he could kiss me dirty, plunder his tongue in the cavern of my mouth with the same passionate quality I worked him with, fucking it at the same pace in which I was fucking his cock.

"Sorry, baby." Stroke. "So." Stroke. Squeeze. "Sorry."

The most animalistic grunt I heard escaped the confinements of his throat as I cupped his balls and fondled them while I squeezed the tip of his dick hard. I'd filed away this reaction for later, so I knew better for next time. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Jodannnnna."

I watched in a sexually-charged haze as his head fell back, and his eyes squeezed closed.

My hand might hurt later, with the way I jerked him so fast that it was a blur and the fact that I already could barely close around his girth.

He was so close and I needed him to come.

On the next stroke, I closed my fist tightly around the tip of his cock head and caressed his balls one final time. I turned to bite the underside of his jaw, like I was draining my victim, tasting his lust on my tongue. "Come, baby." I barely recognized my throaty whisper. 

The bite must have done it for him. Or my hands. Maybe my words. Either way, Sam spvrted th!ck white glxbs on a ragged shout, coating my hands and his stomach with his c*um.

He watched me in awe as he came down from his high, finally letting go of my throat. Still panting, he twisted closer to frantically lay warm-open-mouthed kisses on my neck and collarbone. "God. That's good, Tesoro. Grazie, baby."

Hand game so strong I got my guy going bilingual. I laughed softly under my breath at the thought as he continued spreading noisy kisses.

I'd never forget the way those chiseled features of his contorted in pleasure and pain, the way those unrestrained strands of hair fell over his eyes, and the way his mouth parted to drop the hottest of breaths as he came viciously.

My golden beast. My virility god. Dark, tattooed, sinful and completely undone by me.

"You good now?" I asked.

Sam nodded into my neck, huffing. "Fuck yeah. That was a long time coming."

"Pun intended."

He smacked my ass and I whistled in a breath, giving him my most cunning smile. He kissed it off my face. "Smart girl. I don't remember the last time I came so hard. I've wanted this for the longest time."

"Yeah?" I slyly stuck my fingers into my mouth and wiped clean all the cum he'd gotten on me. His expression indicated of mercy, of fierce lust, and of the strong protection he always felt for me. "Fuck, that's hot. Never thought I'd see the day where you do that."

"Mmm." I released my fingers with a pop, before trailing them to his mouth.

He bit my forefinger teasingly because he was just as nasty as me. "I used to have fantasies of you when I was sixteen. Lord knows how many fvcking wxt dreams, epic cxck-stands and aches you left me with."

Every time I'd tell myself he can't get better, he does...My face softened, and I smoothed my hand over his angular jaw lovingly. I love him and he has no idea.

He leaned into my touch and blinked those impossibly beautiful eyes at me. His laboured breathing was calming down. "I love the way you're looking at me right now."

"I feel very accomplished right now." It's the truth. My heart soared and I felt like I deserved a trophy for making this blond-haired-green-eyed-giant who was so tall, so jagged around the edges, so fierce and passionate come so hard he'd yelled to the fucking heavens.

But I looked at him – at my prize, my tamed bad boy – and basked in the glory of what we'd just done. Just the thought of what else would transpire between us had me swirling in a maelstrom of feelings for Samuel Rafael Adams.

"As you should, Tesoro. I've blown several loads at the thought of you and your perfection since I was sixteen. So finally getting you to fuck me like that and act like the bad girl I know you are - enjoying my hands around your neck - I too feel very accomplished."

I nipped his stubble then blushed as I admitted, "I really liked your hands there." It was so hot, and Sam hadn't been rough. He just held them there, letting me feel a rush of exhilaration.

I wonder how I'd like them when we made love.

"I'll remember that for next time."

"Next time?" I pulsed everywhere at the thought and, since I was greedy, started dragging his hand between my thighs because dammit, I'd been good and now it was my turn. "I can't wait. I don't care if that makes me twisted."

Sam barely hid his smile, it was so boyish and packed with his dimple, that I nearly melted.

"Remember, Tesoro. Anytime you want something from me, you open that pretty little mouth and I'll give it to you." His forehead touched my temple and he laid a kiss on my cheek. "I'll always treat you with respect and take care of you, but I'll still spxnk that a$$ red, wrap my hand around your thrxat and f!st your hair, and make you see the stars if you want. You just got to say so. Good, principessa?"

"Promise?" I whispered.

Sam growled, and it was perfect. "Sempre, sweetheart."

Then he made me see the stars.

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We stumbled up the stairs of his basement, laughing about something he said. In the end, I ended up wearing Sam's shirt and not the clothes he'd brought down for me, while he tugged on his jeans and had a towel around his neck to dry his hair.

Upon reaching the top floor, Sam's brows crinkled. "Did you put something in the oven to bake?"

It was past three am and it smelled like chocolate. And coffee. Maybe cake?

"Um, no." Because why in the world would I do that? 

We both jumped a little at the sound of a minuterie going off.

Then, I saw a blonde silhouette rounding the corner and entering the dark hallway. I fell back a step, stupefied, and hit the corner of a table, before gasping loudly. The figure seemed to rip out a wailing cry, and Sam, next to me...let out a high-pitched, female-like shriek that probably raised the dead from the ground.

"Dio Mio! Rafe, is that you?"

"Mama?" Sam screamed, and I realized that he'd fallen on the ground. "What the fvck?"

His mother came into view and good God, I had to stop for a second and admire her because she was magnificent. Long blond hair that was stylishly coiffed, a smear of red lipstick and the remains of some blush dotted her face. She wasn't donned in her scrubs. Instead, she had on a black turtleneck, a matching black skirt, and some dainty pieces of gold jewelry. Signs of aging on her face were minimal - besides the telltale crinkles near the corner of her ocean blue eyes.

And, I honestly thought she'd slap her son in this moment, if the thundering expression was anything to go by.

"What kind of language is that? I'm gone for a few hours and this is how you address me?" she blazed, her chest heaving and her fists propped on her hips.

She was so tiny compared to Sam.

"You caught me off-guard. Sorry." Sam hoisted himself shakily from the ground and grumbled, "Why didn't you turn on the lights?"

"Why were you showering in the basement?" Her blue eyes were sparkling with restless energy as they raked over him. "And –" Her eyes fell on me and widened. A small sound of distress escaped her. Oh, shit. "Oh...Oh, my. Um, who is this?"

"Hi," I mumbled shyly and awkward, suddenly aware that Sam's shirt only reached my upper thighs and that Sam was semi-naked as well and one look at our appearances and you knew exactly what we'd been doing in the basement.

I looked over at Sam miserably, asking him for help.

He gave me a reassuring smile, trying not to laugh now that the moment was over. He took my hand in his and squeezed. "It's okay, Tesoro," he whispered to me softly. "Mama, this is Anna – my girlfriend."

At the mention of me, his mom's entire demeanor transformed and her shoulders sagged. She clicked her tongue and a small smile played around the edges of her mouth. "Hmm, Tesoro, huh?" she directed at her son, who blushed. Then she reached forward and stuck out both hands in greeting. "Anna. It's so good to finally meet you. I've heard so much about you."

"So have I," I said honestly and took her extended hands in mine. She seemed pleased by this and I smiled back, the embarrassing feeling vanishing.

"This may not be the best circumstances for introductions –" she laughed, " –but please come have a seat; I just came back from work. I hope I didn't disturb you both...and that you're in the mood for some café and tiramisu."

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A/N: Good girls get a treat ;)