by Amiee Louise
He opens the car door. Sam and I climb in, and we pull away from the kerb. I snuggle closer to him, and he wraps his muscular corded arm around me. His other hand stroking my stomach gently.
“Hey, boo, this is your daddy.”
He begins to sing softly; his vocals never fail to amaze me. The soft rasp of his voice as he sings brings my skin out in goosebumps.
I recognise the song as “Heaven Sent” by Hinder. I let the lyrics and Sam’s voice wash over me. I am comforted feeling his hands on me, and as he continues to sing softly, I feel the baby moving. Sam stops singing and his eyes widen, telling me he felt it too.
“Did you feel that?”
I chuckle softly and nod. His eyes glaze over.
“Do you think boo heard me singing?”
I nod.
“Quite possibly, baby. Do you like your daddy’s voice, boo?” I say softly, and I feel it again.
“Wow!”
For the remainder of the journey he keeps his hand protectively on my stomach and soon the car pulls to a stop in Lucas’ driveway. We both get out of the car and walk into the house hand in hand.
“Hello? Is anyone here?” Sam’s voice echoes through the hallway.
“In the kitchen, hot stuff.”
My grip on Sam’s hand grows tighter as we walk into the kitchen. The kitchen is a hive of activity, all the boys are sat around the breakfast bar, J.D is talking loudly on the phone, and the rest of the band’s entourage have appeared including Alistair, Blu, Skip, Caleb, Donovan, and Lex. They all nod a greeting to Sam and me.
“Now that everyone’s here, me and Peyton have something to say.”
Every eye in the room is on Sam and me, and I unexpectedly start to feel nervous. My heartbeat quickens, and my thoughts take a sudden nosedive. Will they think the only reason Sam proposed is because I’m carrying his baby? Sam squeezes my hand in reassurance.
“Me and Peyton … I asked her to marry me, and she said yes!”
Everyone in the room erupts with applause, all except J.D who scowls and leaves the room abruptly. The rest all congregate to offer their congratulations to Sam and me.
A few hours pass, and Sam and me are in our bedroom, relaxing before the gig. I am lying on the bed reading my Kindle, and Sam steps out of the bathroom. He is freshly showered, with a towel hanging low on his narrow hips and beads of water running down his washboard stomach. I look up at him and lick my lips at the sight of him.
“See something you like, angel?” he says huskily, and his voice causes the heat between my legs to pool with desire. He drops his towel, giving me a full-unrestricted view of his huge cock.
"I can smell your arousal, angel."
I bite my lip, and he strides gloriously naked towards me. I put my Kindle down and as I do; the sight of his cock greets me. It is standing to attention, hard and proud. He steps forward, and I feel so aroused I rub my thighs together.
"Ah, ah, angel, your orgasm is mine tonight. I'm in control, I say when and I say how." I actually whimper softly at his dominant words, and he chuckles. "I'm going to take it slow, I want to savour every inch of you. I want to worship you like the goddess you are, no part of you is going to be untouched, angel," he says seductively, and he grasps his erection in his hand. He starts to slowly stroke up and down. "Strip for me angel, let me see that beautiful body."
He helps me to my feet, and I lift the hem of my dress, pulling it off slowly until I am standing in my underwear in front of him. He moves closer until I feel his warm breath on my cheek. He reaches behind me and unclasps my bra. He pulls it off, and it drops to the floor.
"Christ, you have beautiful tits, angel." He cups my breast in his hand and kneads it gently. "So perfect." He takes my nipple and rolls it between his fingers, causing me to moan at the sensation.
"Sam," I moan breathlessly.
"Shhh, patience, angel, we have hours before the gig."
He smiles and leans down to take my other neglected nipple in his mouth. He suckles and laps it with his soft velvet tongue. I run my hands through his damp hair and tug gently. He growls against my breast.
"That's it, angel, grab my hair."
I tug his soft locks again, and he nips my nipple with his teeth causing a delicious pain.
"Mmm."
He yanks my knickers and the rip echoes through the room.
"Do you have a problem with my choice of underwear, Mr. Newbolt?"
He takes my nipple out of his mouth with a popping sound and looks up at me from under his eyelashes.
"They were in my way, and they were restricting my access. If it's a problem, I'll buy you a new pair. Hell, I'll buy you a whole wardrobe full, how does that sound?"
I smirk. "It will have to suffice, Mr. Newbolt." I mimic a posh accent, and he growls.
"Fuck, I love it when you're all serious. And soon, you'll be Mrs. Newbolt. This might be the last time we make love as Sam Newbolt and Peyton Harper."
He grins widely, and I practically melt at his feet as his famous dimples make a welcome appearance.
"We had better make it earth-shattering then."
He cocks his pierced eyebrow.
"You fucking bet I'll make earth-shattering, angel, I'm going to blow your fucking beautiful mind," he says huskily. "Everyone within a five-mile radius is going to know my fucking name because you'll be screaming it."
His hand moves down and finds my aching cleft. He swipes his finger up my slit and groans.
"Look how wet you are for me, angel, look how much I turn you on. Your pussy is aching for me to fill her, isn't she?"
I nod.
"Answer me, angel."
My eyes lock with his, and his green eyes are blazing.
"Yes! Oh God, I want your cock inside me, Sam, so fucking badly. I want to come all over your cock, and I want you to fill me with your hot salty come."
He lifts me off the ground and lays me down on the soft fur rug in front of the marble fireplace; he settles his large frame down between my legs.
"Are you ready for me to rock your world, angel?"
"Shut up and make love to me, rock star."
He pinches my sensitive nipple.
"Who's in control, angel?"
I love all the different sides of Sam that come out when we're making love. Dominant Sam, playful Sam, gentle Sam, and wild Sam. Tonight I am graced with dominant Sam, and I've never been so turned on in my entire life.
"I said, who's in control?" His voice is low and commanding, and I bite my lip.
"You are, Mr. Newbolt," I pant desperately, and he smiles wickedly.
"Good girl, and who do you belong to, angel?" I writhe on the floor fraught for him to touch me. "Ah, ah, all in good time, baby, now answer me, who do you belong to?"
I look at him, his eyes hooded with lust.
"I belong to you, Mr. Newbolt."
He nods.
"Fucking too right you do, angel; I don't fucking share what's mine. Do you understand?"
I nod.
"I need the words, angel."
"Yes, I understand."
He settles between my legs and licks up my slit.
"Now, I think you deserve a reward."
He licks my dripping cleft again and pushes his expert tongue up inside me. I grab my breasts in my hands and arch my back off the floor, it feels so good.
"Sam! Oh, Jesus!"
He pulls out his tongue and continues his expert and relentless licking. He is so good at knowing what I want.
"Fuck, you have such a beautiful pussy, so responsive and always soaking wet for me."
He introduces a long calloused finger and pushes it inside me.
"Please, Sam, I need to come, please make me come," I plead.
"Not yet, baby."
He introduces a second finger and pushes them deeper, finding my hidden g-spot. I buck against him, desperate for any ounce of friction to tip me over the edge.
"Naughty, bad girls get punished, you know that don't you, angel?"
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He stops what he is doing and pulls his fingers out of me. He holds his fingers out to me.
"Taste yourself on my fingers, angel."
I take his fingers in my mouth and taste the tangy, sweet flavour of myself. I expertly lick and suck on his fingers imagining they are his cock. He pulls his fingers away from me.
"Bad girl."
I bat my eyelashes innocently at him. He throws his head back and laughs heartily.
"Now we both know you're far from innocent, angel."
He gets to his feet and strides across the room.
"Lie down and close your eyes for me, I'll be right back."
I wonder what he has planned and excitedly lie down, closing my eyes in nervous anticipation. I hear his footsteps on the soft carpet, and after a few minutes, he returns to me. He lifts my head gently up and proceeds to tie a silk scarf over my eyes plunging my world into darkness.
"Fuck me, you look so hot. Lift your arms above your head, angel." I do as he says, and he loops his belt around my wrists, securely fastening them in place. "Perfect."
He runs his hand gently from my chest all the way down to my feet, and I love the feel of his warm, calloused hands on me.
"You need to trust me, angel."
I bite my lip.
"I trust you, Sam."
I hear him pick up something and then I hear a buzzing sound.
"Can you guess what this is, angel?"
I nod. "A vibrator?"
He chuckles softly.
"Gold star, angel."
The buzzing continues as he presses the head of the vibrator against my throbbing swollen clitoris. I buck my hips and gasp at the contact.
"Sam, oh, God! Fuck!"
He increases the vibration.
"Does that feel good, angel?"
I moan loudly, as he expertly pushes the vibrator inside me.
"God, it feels so good, Sam, so fucking good," I pant.
"I'm going to fuck you deep and hard first then I'm going to make slow, sweet love to you."
I writhe as his finger circles my engorged clit, whilst expertly and rhythmically using the vibrator. I moan loudly as I feel my orgasm rising.
"That's it, angel, come for me."
He increases the vibration a third time and increases his slow circles on my clit. I am desperate and panting for my release.
"Come for me, Peyton," he commands, and that's all it takes to tip me over the edge of orgasmic oblivion. My orgasm detonates, and all I see behind my makeshift blindfold is stars. I find my release screaming Sam's name.
"Oh, fuck. Sam. Oh, god. Oh, god. Sam. Sam."
He pulls out the vibrator, and little aftershocks cause me to moan softly, as my orgasm dissipates. He leans close to me and plants a passionate kiss on my lips.
"Mmm, I don't think the neighbours quite know my name just yet, angel. Ready for round two?"
I chuckle softly at his eagerness.
"I think it's your turn, Mr. Newbolt. Let me take care of you; I want to suck that beautiful cock of yours dry," I say, attempting to sound seductive. He takes off the blindfold and unfastens the belt, freeing my hands and restoring my sight.
"Hey, beautiful."
"Hey, handsome."
I kneel in front of him and grasp his painfully hard cock in my hand. I stroke him gently at first and then take him in my mouth. I will never get used to the size of him; he is huge, in girth and in length.
"Get those gorgeous lips around my cock and suck me, angel, show me how much you want me."
I wrap my lips around the tip and sink down until he hits the back of my throat.
"Oh, fuck, your mouth feels amazing, take me deeper, angel, take all of me."
I open my throat and take all of him in my mouth, creating a rhythm. Up down, up down, I cup his testicles in my hand and gently massage them. Sam growls.
"God, you feel so fucking good."
I use my tongue slowly swirling around his bell-shaped head, my rhythm increasing as I push him closer to his release.
"Jesus! Fuck, Peyton! I'm so close, I'm close, baby."
I feel his cock throb in my throat, and I increase my relentless rhythm, massaging his heavy sacs at the same time and his hot salty semen coats inside my mouth.
He cries out as I swallow every drop of his orgasm. He collapses to his knees and gathers me in his lap. He kisses me on the lips, tasting himself on me. He deepens the kiss and lays me back down on the rug.
"Round three, angel."
We both chuckle softly.
"I'm going to fuck you fast, hard, deep, and raw. Angel."
I feel the familiar desire pool between my legs.
"Bend over for me, angel; show me that gorgeous arse."
I bend over with my arse in the air and lean down on my elbows.
"Look how fucking perfect you are."
He grabs the scarf and ties it over my eyes, so I am temporarily without sight again.
"I'm going to make you scream, you'll be so delirious with pleasure you'll be begging me to stop," he rasps, and I wriggle my arse against his muscular thigh. He slaps my bum hard, and after the initial sting, I feel an intense pleasure wash over me.
"Mmmm, Sam."
He palms my bum cheek.
"Do you like that angel? Do you like being spanked?"
He slaps my bum sharply again, and I cry out. This is different from what I have experienced sexually with Sam, and I am so turned on by the dominant side of him.
"Oh, God, Sam!"
He soothes the slap with a gentle rub from his hand. A moment later, I hear a squelching sound, and I feel his finger against my puckered back entrance.
"You need to trust me, angel, I'll make you feel so good, I promise."
I feel a cool liquid being squirted on my back entrance, Sam's fingers gently rub and probe.
"Relax, angel, I've got you," he soothes as his finger pushes past the tight knot of muscle. I gasp at the initial invasion, but once I get past the sting, I relax against him.
"Good girl. I'm going to fuck you with the vibrator, and I'm going to fuck your pussy at the same time."
I push against his finger, desperate for him to move. He introduces a second finger, stretching me to accommodate the vibrator. He moves his fingers deftly in and out and an intense pleasure pools deep inside my anus. I hear him lubricate the vibrator and he removes his fingers. He soon replaces his fingers and pushes the vibrator deep in my anus.
“Push back against me angel, that’s it. Just relax,” he soothes. He suddenly rears forward and impales my dripping pussy with his hard cock. He slams forward and moves the vibrator in the same rhythm as his cock. I feel deliciously filled in both holes, and I scream.
He rams his cock deep in my pussy and my arse at the same time.
"That's it, angel, feel me, feel how deep I am, feel me fucking you in both of your delicious holes."
He rears forward again, and I can feel him hitting my cervix with each deep thrust. He continues to move the vibrator at the same pace.
“Fuck, you feel so good, angel, so fucking good,” he pants. His thrusts increase, and I scream.
“Sam. Sam. Sam.”
He slams forward again.
“That’s it, angel, let those neighbours know my name, let them fucking know who you belong to,” he grunts.
His pace becomes forceful and relentless as if he is marking me as his. He growls with each deep thrust and with each intense drive he guides me further up the rug and I wriggle against him, desperate to find my release.
“Give it to me, angel, let it go.” He encourages and grabs my hips slamming me back onto his steel erection. I feel deliciously full of his cock and the vibrator. “Oh, God. Peyton. I’m so close.”
He thrusts forward, and that’s all it takes to tip us both over the edge. I let out a scream, and I explode around his throbbing shaft. My orgasm is so overwhelming, and I feel like I’m not going to stop coming.
“Sam. Sam. Oh, fuck, Sam. Oh, Jesus, Sam.
Fuck, Sam,” I scream, and Sam growls his release as he lets loose his seed deep within my cervix.
“Peyton! Oh, Christ, fuck, Peyton! Oh, Jesus, I can’t stop.”