Sam Drake Short Stories.

The Sam Drake Experience: 2.

Sam dropped the condom packet next to you, but before climbing in he took off the last piece of clothing he had.

You sat on the bed, looking at his member all ready for action. Now all that screaming you heard about three times on the weekends made sense. He was packing.

"No, hey" he pointed at you as he kneeled on the bed and crawled towards you "pull that eyebrow down, it's just a normal cock, it's not the first one you've seen"

You laughed, not noticing that your eyebrows were pulled up in a surprise gesture along with your agape mouth.

"Yeah, right" your hands snaps to his member, grabbing it and giving it a slow tug. Sam hissed through his teeth and pushed you down on the bed. His hand headed directly to your clit again, rubbing the juices up and down your slit, you sighed a moan, closing your eyes instantly at the feel of his fingers. Your hand kept stroking at him, being interrupted at moments not being able to keep a pace and also let out moans of pleasure as he kept rubbing you.

"So" he retreated his hand and took yours by the wrist to also stop stroking him. You opened your eyes to see why he'd stopped, he was holding the pack and ripped it open "what's your favorite position?" He asks suggestively as he slides the condom down on himself.

You let your head back down on the bed, his hands hook on your underwear and pull, finally leaving you naked.

"Um-" you stutter, his hands drive down your thighs teasingly, then skip to your waist, pulling you towards him.

"I'm listening" he beckoned, hovering over you, he supports his chest with one hand, his other one rubbing against your slit, you shudder in reply and shake your head.

"It's uhm-" you gasp when he pressed the tip against you "it's doggy"

"Mmh" he lets out a slow grunt, once he's sure he's not going to slip out, he hooks one of your knees over his arm "just normal doggy?"

"Kind of, I-" you gasp, your hands shot up to his shoulders as he drives himself torturously slowly into you, letting you feel inch by inch of his cock "oh you son of a bitch" you said hurriedly, grabbing him by the back of his bicep.

"Sorry, I interrupted" he slips out completely, then drives into you with another swift but now quick move, his body flushes to yours, and his arm slips under your neck as he begins to rock himself in and out of you, pulling out completely and pushing in each time, your mouth falls agape the first few thrust, and after a few seconds you're again gasping and crying little whimpers of pleasure. You stomach suddenly tights and when Sam almost inadvertently pulls your leg further up on your leg to have more access, your back arches and your hips buckled to meet his thrusts, accompanied by a loud moan, his thrusts don't stop through your orgasm, turning you into a writhing mess rapidly, your hips buckled again and you plant your feet on the mattress for more support. Sam suddenly stops and leans back off of you, he looks down at your flushed state and smiles to himself.

"Did you cum already?" He teases, you laugh nervously and nod, your eyes still closed and your breathing labored. He pulls out and hugs your waist, pulling your waist up a little and sliding a pillow under you "this isn't going to last long if you keep doing that"

You snort and look up at him through your lashes. You sighed, bitting you lip when he entered you again, this new angle feeling so different from before, he improved further by lifting up your legs and supporting them on his chest, your feet landing at both sides of his head. He starts snapping your hips to his again, you gasped again at the feeling of him driving his thick cock into you, your hands lay flat against Sam's thighs then dug your nails on them as he began to move faster, his hands pushed to the back of your knees and pushed your legs flat against your stomach picking up the pace. Sam let's out a grunt as he's fucking you in this position, so turned on by seeing your pleasure ridden face and having you spread up and opened for him.