Sam Campbell needed to escape, escape from her life, her messy divorce, and all the pitying looks. Looks she couldn't ignore when everyone in town had known her and Cam, had known her shame and failure. So, she took the first job she could get, teac...
Eddie's eyes flashed dangerously at her challenge as his hand came around her throat, pushing Sam back against the fridge. Rationally, she knew she should be scared. This man who'd once been accused of murder had his thick fingers around her neck, squeezing just enough to make it difficult, but not impossible, for her to get a breath. But she wasn't scared, not even the slightest. She knew he'd never hurt her. She was just extremely turned on.
Her mouth opened in a silent gasp, providing him the perfect opening as his tongue licked its way into her mouth roughly, dominating hers, ravenously tasting every inch of her mouth and throat. Sam's thighs pressed together, her eyes slipping closed. Eddie released his hold just enough for her to pull in a long breath of air before he squeezed once more.
Eddie's eyes locked onto hers and there he was, the tender guy from the other night, checking to make sure she was okay with this. Sam's nod was barely perceptible. She was curious, anxious to see this side of him, something she'd never experienced in the bedroom before. Sex with Cam had always been very vanilla. Minimal foreplay, missionary, and then he'd roll over and be asleep within five minutes. She'd never done anything remotely dangerous or crazy in the bedroom.
His free hand slid along her side, over the curve of her hip, and under her dress, nails raking over the flesh of her thigh. And then he was pulling her panties to the side, his fingers roughly diving through her folds, moving over her throbbing center. He was like an animal that had been released from its cage, finally given permission to give into its baser instincts, and Sam was so here for it.
"Fuck, you're so wet already," he growled, nipping at her bottom lip. "That all for me, sweetheart?"
"Y...y...yes..." stammered Sam, her voice rough as his fingers squeezed just a little tighter.
Two of his fingers plunged into her and her mouth opened wide in a screech of pleasure, no sound coming out, her back arching against the cool acrylic of the fridge door. Eddie's thumb kept consistent contact with her clit, rubbing and circling, as his fingers drove into her mercilessly. His other hand applied just a bit more pressure, effectively cutting off her air supply completely, the cool metal of his rings a stark contrast against her fevered skin.
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Sam's head swam, her vision blurred, the tension in her low belly tightened as her pleasure soared to heights she hadn't known were even possible. She was breaking through the atmosphere and soaring into space. There was a sea of bright stars behind her eyelids as they slipped closed. She was going under, sinking, and just as she thought she was going to pass out, he released his grip. She inhaled a gulp of precious oxygen that flooded her brain, leaving the most pleasant tingle in her head and one to match in her core.
"You like that?" rasped Eddie, his teeth raking over the curve of her jaw, his tongue tracing the shell of her ear. "You like it a little rough, don't you? You've always been the good girl, haven't you? Always been sweet and good. I bet that douche never touched you like this, never made you feel this good. You've always wanted to see what it was like on the other side, huh?"
