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We found this motel and now we’re in the room. I’m lying on the bed and she’s in the bathroom, getting changed. She’s been in there for quite a while and I’m beginning to wonder if I should check on her. I don’t want her to feel rushed but I’m pretty sure she’s never done anything like this before.

  I get up and knock on the door.

  “Are you all right in there?”

  She opens the door and literally takes my breath away.

  “Wow,” I gasp.

  She’s freshened up her makeup, put on a little perfume, and taken off all her clothes. She’s standing in me completely naked, looking right into my eyes, shivering a little in the cool air of the room. My instincts take over. I scoop her up into my arms and carry her to the bed. I lay her down and then look at her. My eyes drink in every single detail of what I see, from her perfect navel, to the delicious pink buds of her nipples, to the gentle fold of her pussy. I feel my cock harden in my pants, pressing against the fabric of my jeans, begging to be let out.

  “Who are you?” I say, my voice quieter than I intended.

  “I’m the girl that’s lying naked in front of you,” she says, almost in a whisper. “That’s all you need to know.”

  I lean over her and start kissing her mouth, passionately pressing my lips against hers, sliding my tongue into her mouth. She kisses me back but doesn’t move her hands. I move my mouth down over her neck, kissing and licking my way to her breasts.

  She gasps when my mouth reaches her nipple. I suck her nipple, kissing it and running my tongue in circles around the tender skin.

  “Sam,” she moans.

  I let my tongue run down over her breast, over her soft belly and navel, all the way to the top of her clit. I pause at her clit, waiting for a sign to continue. When she spreads her legs a little I know I have the green light. I start sliding my tongue into the folds of her delicious clit, sucking the pink skin and sliding my tongue over the opening of her vagina.

  She lifts her legs and rests them on my shoulders and I slide my tongue as far as I can into her pussy. She moans my name again and I let my tongue slide down from her pussy to her ass. I like that and she squirms and tries to stop me. I move back to her vagina and start making out with it as if I’m kissing her.

  She’s getting soaking wet and I drink up every drop of her. She’s a delicious nectar to me, a heavenly wine.

  I pull off my shirt and start frantically opening my pants, finally letting my raging cock free.

  She looks up into my face with those fierce, wild eyes.

  “Fuck me, Sam,” she whispers. “Fuck me like you own me.”

  We lock eyes as the tip of my cock presses against her soaking pussy. She pushes up against me and I slide slowly into her, all the way. I’m well endowed and as each inch enters her she moans in pleasure.

  “Yes,” she cries.

  When I get in all the way, I start pulling out before immediately sliding back in.

  “Oh, God,” I moan.

  I feel pleasure flowing through my cock as I slide into her, over and over. As the pleasure builds, I speed up, thrusting harder and faster until I’m really fucking her hard.

  She wraps her legs around my torso.

  “Fuck me, Sam. Fuck me harder.”

  I fuck her as hard as I can, thrusting deep and powerfully into her defenseless pussy. I gasp for air as we continue, harder and harder, faster and faster.

  When I feel the pleasure of my orgasm rising up, I clutch her hands in mine, our fingers locked on the pillow on either side of her head.

  “Yes,” she pants. “Yes.”

  I explode like a volcanic eruption, pouring into her with a torrent of semen I never even knew I possessed. I can’t believe the force of my orgasm, the pleasure she’s giving me. As I’m cumming, her muscles tense and she screams out in absolute ecstasy. She’s having waves of orgasm like an avalanche and they don’t stop until both of us are exhausted, gasping for air, our skin covered in sweat.

  I lie next to her, catching my breath.

  “That was amazing,” I gasp.

  “I know,” she says.

  “You’ve got to tell me your name,” I say to her.

  “Why’s that.”

  “Because I can’t go around calling you my she-wolf for the rest of our lives.”

  “The rest of our lives?” she says.

  I smile at her.

  “I’ll tell you what, Sam. You promise you’re never, ever going to let me go, and I’ll tell you my name.”

  “Deal,” I promise her, and I mean it.

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