The Quickie

Amelia moaned as she bobbed her mouth over Samson’s member, the tip hitting the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, her throat clenching the head of his cock.

The feel of her constricted throat made Samson growl as he pushed her head down a bit farther, one hand trailing to feel the lump on her neck as she deep-throated him.

He pulled her hair back, and the sound of Amelia gasping was like music to his ears. Samson looked down and saw one of Amelia’s hands stroking him while the other furiously rubbed at her clit.

Wet trails of pleasure streaked down Amelia’s thighs, and Samson’s cock swelled even more at the sight.

In an instant, Samson pulled Amelia up and spun her around, her back now being scratched by the exposed brick of the feature wall.

Amelia’s eyes were watery from gagging on his swollen member, her cheeks were flushed, and her lips swollen. Samson absolutely loved the look on her.

He ducked his head, teeth teasing her nipples as his fingers wasted no time finding her soaking entrance. “Jesus fucking Christ, you’re so wet!” he groaned, adding another finger and finding the speed he knew would make her crumble.

“I… I can’t last long…,” Amelia cried, her knee climbing higher to rest on Samson’s hip, unconsciously giving him more room to finger fuck her senseless.

Samson lightly bit her nipple before coming up to whisper gruffly in her ear, “I don’t think I can either… Fuck!” Samson increased his speed.

Amelia was moaning, mewls of pleasure coloring her cries as her arms wrapped tightly around Samson’s head, holding him captive at her neck.

Her pussy tightened, tighter and tighter, while her cries rose higher and higher until she reached her peak, resounding in a completely silent scream.

Amelia’s juices coated Samson’s fingers and hand, and Samson’s restraint snapped into pieces.

He grabbed the back of Amelia’s knees and hauled her up. Her weakened legs from her climax still had enough strength to curl around his waist, and Samson thrust heavily into her soaked channel.

Samson groaned loudly. He was too hard, and she was too wet. It felt too good.

Amelia’s head fell back to the wall, her hands grabbing at his shoulders to find any placement on his sweat-slickened body.

Samson’s fingers gripped Amelia’s ass and pumped furiously. The loud slapping of their skin was like a chant to his ears, applauding him to go faster and faster.

Amelia’s cries of “Oh God!” and “Yesss!” were drowned out by his own curses, and Samson’s eyes were homed straight at Amelia’s tits, which bounced with every thrust.

Once again, Amelia’s pussy began to tighten; his swollen cock was too far gone. He wouldn’t be able to last long with how good she felt.

Samson’s deep growl reverberated through the night as he thrust once, twice more, and with his final thrust into her climaxing pussy, he let go. Euphoric pleasure spasmed throughout his whole body as he pumped himself into her.

Samson slowly pulled out. The image of their sex juices dripping from Amelia was a sight to see. He slowly lowered her from his body, helping her to the ground.

Her legs were shaking so much that there was no way she would be able to hold herself up. With a moan, Samson lay beside her, both not giving a damn they were stark naked and just inside their entryway.

Amelia chuckled. “I thought you were gonna fuck me senseless all night in our bed? We barely made it inside the house!”

Samson laughed loudly. “Well, give me a moment. I just needed a quickie to take the edge off.”