New Found Paradise

Chapter 17- The first time

*Sammy's POV*

I'm laying down on the couch watching TV when i hear yelling coming from Cheyenne's room. "No mom, I'm not coming back. I love it here. You can't tell me what to do anymore. I'm an adult, so treat me like one." I know this isn't nice but I have to eavesdrop.

*Cheyenne's POV* (Smut sorry)

"You aren't acting like an adult. I'm your mother and I'm wiser. You need to come home." My moms yells at me through the phone. "What am I supposed to say to Hanna? And my new friends?" I reply to my mom. "Why do you want to stay so badly? Did you meet a boy?" My mom asks. I stay quiet for a couple of seconds because I know how she doesn't approve of me dating until I'm like 50! "OKAY YES MOM I DID MEET A BOY!! HE'S REALLY SWEET AND TREATS WELL! I REALLY LIKE HIM AND I'M NOT COMING HOME!!!" As I say that I turn around to the doorway and see Sammy standing there with a look of surprise. "I gotta go mom I'll talk to you later." I say and quickly hang up before she could protest. I look at Sammy with teary eyes and red cheeks. He smiles and runs over to hug me. "Is that how you really feel?" He asks with tears in his eyes. "Yeah." I say blushing and crying in his shoulder. He pulls away and kisses me with passion. I kiss back and put both hands on his cheeks to deepen the kiss. His hands snake around my waist to pull me closer to him. When things got heated he swiped his tongue across my bottom lip, begging for entrance. I parted my lips and his tongue explored my mouth. He moved his hands to my butt, squeezing lightly signaling for me to jump. I jumped and wrapped my legs around his waist as we continued to make out. He gently lays me down on the bed and takes off his shirt. I couldn't help but stare at his body. He noticed and laughed at me. I blush and slowly take my shirt off, watching carefully. He kisses my lips again and begins to move to my neck. He finds my sweet spot and I softly moan. I could feel him smirk against my neck. He pulls away and I look at him with confusion. "Is this your first?" He asks, concern spread across his face. "Y-Yeah." I blush and look down. "Do you want to do this?" He asks. "Yeah." I say with more confidence then before. "I'll be gentle." He says and kisses my red cheek. He slowly slides down my pants and then un-clips my bra and takes if off. I quickly cover myself, but he moves my hands away and says. "You're beautiful baby girl." He begins to kiss my neck again, finding my sweet spot again. He nibbles and sucks on it, leaving multiple hickeys. I reach down, attempting to unbuckle his pants, but fail. He laughs and slowly takes his pants off. I couldn't help but stare at the bulge in his underwear. He smirks and continues to kiss me. He then started grinding our clothed areas together, I moan again. I couldn't take it anymore, "Sammy, I need you. Baby please." He giggled at me begging and went to grab a condom. He rolls it on slowly and I whine again. He places the tip at your entrance, but before he starts he says. "Okay, this is going to hurt a lot baby girl. If I'm hurting you tell me and I'll stop okay?" I love how sweet and reassuring he is. "Mkay." I moan. "Are you ready?" He asks. As soon as I nod Sammy starts pushing his length into me. It did hurt a lot. And I'd be lying if I said a part of me wanted him to pull out, but I knew it would get better. I grip his arms hard, digging my nails in. A tear slips out of my eye and Sammy notices. "Am I hurting you baby? Do you want me to stop?" He asks brushing the tear away with his thumb. I shake my head no, unable to speak. "Move." I whisper. Sammy slowly rocks his hips, thrusting in and out of me. The pain faded and was replaced with pleasure. I moan and Sammy knows that it's not hurting me anymore, so he thrusts faster and deeper. "Oooh Sammy." I moan loudly. "Oh Cheyenne baby, you're so tight." He continued thrusting hard but it wasn't hard enough. "Harder." I yell. Sam growls and thrusts faster and harder. His thrusts hitting my g-spot every time. I felt a knot forming in the pit of my stomach and I knew I close. "Sammy, I'm close." I barley get out. "Me too baby." He took one of my legs and put it over his shoulder going deeper, if possible. "Sammy I'm gonna cum." I scream. "Cum for daddy." His words sent me over the edge. Sammy and I came in sync moaning each others names and profanities. Two more sloppy thrusts and Sammy pulls out and lays next to me breathing heavily. I reach over the bed to grab a my panties, sweatpants and a sports bra. As I put my clothes on Sammy puts on his boxers. He pulls me into a hug."How was it baby?" Sammy asks As we're cuddling under the covers. "Amazing." I whisper and peck his lips. We both fall asleep wrapped in each others arms.

*the next morning*

I wake up, Sammy's not in my bed but I hear him cooking breakfast in the kitchen. I try to get up and walk to meet Sammy in the kitchen, but my legs wobble and I fall and hit the ground hard. "Sammy!" I yell from the floor, he comes running in my room. Once he sees me on the floor he laughs and picks me up. "I guess I fucked you too hard." Sammy said with a smirk. He sits me on the counter and stands between my legs with his hands on my hips. "I really like you Cheyenne." He says blushing. "I really like you too Sammy." I say pecking his lips. Truth is I don't like Sammy. No, I love him.