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  Without even bothering to lift his head from her breast, Samuel let go of her other breast and quickly tore her shirt apart. Lifting his head only long enough to remove the silk from around her chest, he bared her to his view and lowered his mouth back to her naked breast.

  Chloe cried out. Her breasts were so sensitive it was unbelievable. She had thought his mouth hot through the silk of her blouse. Unprotected, his mouth was like a furnace. The pressure from his sucking sent electric shocks from her nipple through to her clit and down to her pulsing pussy.

  Samuel sucked and sucked and as the pressure inside her increased and the minutes passed, Chloe felt her brain shattering. Screaming, she came, totally shocked.

  Blinking and trying to catch her breath, Chloe looked up at Samuel. His face was flushed a deep red from his restraint, his breath was coming as fast as her own.

  “Did I…? Did you…?” Chloe cleared her throat, trying to string a coherent sentence together.

  A smug smile blossomed across his face. “Yeah, you did. Let’s do it again.”

  Chloe smiled and started unbuckling his jeans again before he could distract her. Finally pulling the belt free, she unsnapped them, enjoying the feel of the silk boxers he wore.

  He groaned as she pushed the thick material down his legs, and lifted himself up onto his arms so she could clear the jeans from his legs.

  Grateful he wasn’t wearing shoes in the house to slow her down, she eyed the impressive length of leg and tight, taut buns showing through his boxers.

  Before she could come back to dip her hands inside the silk boxers, he was tearing her own jeans from her body. Obviously in a rush, he pulled first one leg out, then the other. Chloe chuckled as he struggled to remove her shoes through the jeans.

  “I’m not going anywhere, you don’t have to rush like this.”

  “I don’t know about you, but I’ve been wearing my hard-on for more than two days. Time and restraint are not things I have in vast quantities right now.”

  Chloe lay back down on the couch and let him strip her jeans from her.

  “Well then, what are you waiting for? I’m already as wet as I can be.”

  Samuel finally freed her legs and tossed the jeans casually aside.

  “Ah darlin’, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet. I’m gonna make you so wet you’ll worry about dehydration.”

  With that, he easily picked her up and headed off for his bedroom.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Samuel carefully deposited Chloe on his large bed. In nothing but a skimpy pair of blue panties, she looked luscious and willing. Exactly how he liked his women. In the back of his mind, he knew this was special, knew there was something more going on here. But he refused to think about it. He didn’t want to spoil the moment.

  He would be forever grateful she arrived tonight dressed for seduction, as he wasn’t sure his noble gesture would have lasted through the night. Thankfully, neither would ever really know.

  Stripping out of his boxers and pulling his shirt over his head, a split second later he joined Chloe down on his bed. She opened her arms to receive him and he felt like he finally had come home. Kissing her, he slid his tongue inside her mouth. Lapping her, he enjoyed her unique taste.

  Keeping control of himself, Samuel stroked his hands up and down her arms, her sides. Trying desperately hard to go slow, he sensitized Chloe’s skin, hoping to steam her up just like he was, and about to explode.

  He pulled his mouth from her, began to string nibbling kisses down her neck. So engrossed in keeping his restraint, he was shocked when Chloe grabbed his head and lowered him.

  “What are you doing?” he growled against her skin.

  “You’re going too slow. I thought you were a man of action.”

  “Trying not to rush you,” he muttered.

  When Chloe pulled her panties off and spread her legs wide, he nearly swallowed his tongue.

  “Trust me, Sam, I don’t need slow right now. I need a good, hard fuck. Taste me, see how wet I am. Then decide for yourself.”

  Unable to resist the temptation, he lowered his head to her neat curls and took a long lick.

  Oh yeah, she was more than ready. Wet and moist and totally open to him, exactly as he had been fantasizing about for days now.

  Samuel indulged himself a moment, licking and sucking at her damp, soft flesh. Chloe bucked her hips and moaned, enjoying his attentions. Each lick of her skin tasted like spicy honey, each buck of her hips drove him nearer to madness.

  His boner would go down in personal history as the biggest, hardest hard-on he had ever experienced.

  When he could stand it no longer and Chloe was tugging on his hair, he lifted himself up her body, laying soft, teasing kisses on her stomach.

  “Was there something you wanted?” he teased.

  He gasped and nearly came as she gently grabbed his cock in her hand. Resisting the urge to spend right there in her soft little hand, Samuel bit the inside of his cheek.

  “Yeah,” she huskily murmured, his brain hardly registering his words, “there is something you have that I want. Wanna share?”

  Samuel grinned around his grimace. So she wanted to play rough, huh? He pulled her legs together, surprising her. Flipping her over, he laid her on her stomach and pushed her legs up so her ass rode high in the air.

  “Uh…Sam…?”

  Ignoring her, he then spread her legs, so she could feel the slight pull of muscles just at her entrance. Doggy style was one of his favorite positions, and with one’s legs drawn right up, the muscles stretching, the pleasure was that much stronger.

  “I’m always willing to share with you, little girl. Anything and everything I have.”

  With those heated words whispered in her ear, he thrust himself inside her to the hilt. She cried out, her position intensifying the pleasure. Grabbing her thighs, Samuel very slowly, very gently, pulled her legs back a fraction.

  He wanted to stretch her hips and buttock muscles, but not enough to cause her pain. When her groans and screams reached a certain pitch he stopped, and let himself pulse inside her.

  Her pussy clenched him like a tight fist, her inner walls milking him, urging him onto his own release. Samuel gritted his teeth, and slowly began to pull out.

  “Oh no! No, no, no, no, no,” Chloe muttered, barely lucid. When only his tip was lodged inside her, he held her hips and legs steady and plunged directly back in.

  “Yes!” she screamed, nearly sobbing with the pleasure.

  Over and over he plunged into her, in and out, in and out. Until finally her walls started contracting around him, squeezing his breath from his lungs.

  Once more, he promised himself, let him hold on for Chloe one more time. Obviously his vixen had other ideas. As she came, she tightened her own muscles, causing the pressure on his cock to increase and his own control to snap.

  Grabbing her hips much harder than he had intended, he held her in position and plunged inside her, erupting within two strokes.

  Over and over he came, until he felt his seed trickling out her pussy and down his own thighs. He filled her, both physically and with his seed.

  Exhausted, they both collapsed on the bed.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Man, thought Chloe, if that was fast and out of control, I can’t wait till he really tries to fuck me hard and long.

  Stretching her legs she felt the age-old twinge of a well-fucked woman. Grinning, she looked up at Samuel. The color in his face was dying down, and neither of them was panting quite so hard anymore.

  She let her eyes roll over his face. He was staring at the ceiling, seemingly in shock, so she let her gaze linger.

  He was certainly handsome—all the Rutledge men were—but there was something extra that drew her to this particular brother. Chloe assumed it had nothing to do with him being the single one, but more to do with the electric feeling in the air when they shared the same space.

  As she pondered this feeling and its possible ramifi
cations, Samuel turned onto his side and looked at her. Gently, he began to caress her cheek.

  “I’m sorry.”

  She blinked, wondering if she had only caught the second half of his comment.

  “Sorry? Huh? About what?”

  Samuel continued stroking her cheek. If he kept that up she’d jump him for real this time… Hmmm…she pondered.

  “I meant to take you more slowly,” he continued to stroke her cheek, moving up to her hairline where he started running his long fingers through her hair. “I meant to make this last longer.”

  Chloe rolled out from under his arm and sat on her knees. The bed was huge, she realized as she looked around. Ducking the hand he reached out, she knelt between his legs, nudging them wider apart.

  She watched him grin and preen.

  “Something on your mind, love?”

  She grinned back. “Something,” she agreed.

  Bending down, she inhaled his musky scent. She could smell her own lighter scent on his skin, and in a strange way that pleased her. She could smell their sweat and commingled juices, all overlaid by Samuel’s unique, masculine scent.

  She bent her head in an imitation of what Samuel had previously done to her, and nuzzled his lightly furred balls. She saw him clench his fists next to her on the sheets, saw the slight arching of his back.

  It amused her to see the power she held over him. Yet strangely at the same time it created a warm fuzzy feeling deep inside her chest. Firmly, she pushed that thought aside. No sense in going there.

  Letting his soft hair rub over her nose and cheek, she inhaled him deeper into her system.

  After a moment of enjoying this, she let her tongue trail oh-so-lightly around his soft skin, now slightly firmer, around his balls.

  Licking them and toying with him with her tongue, she indulged herself for a moment, before quickly encasing him in her mouth. For just a moment, she enjoyed the strange sensation of sucking a man’s balls. Never having done it before, it was strange, but fun at the same time.

  After a minute of rolling the strange sac around her mouth, being careful to keep her teeth away from the delicate skin, she removed her mouth. A groan of disappointment slipped from Samuel’s mouth, but before he could complain she quickly enveloped his half-erect cock in her mouth instead.

  Warm and damp, she sucked tightly on him, creating exquisite pressure while gently sheathing her teeth. When Samuel groaned, sounding as if he were about to die of pain, she loosened her suction slightly.

  “No!” he cried out. “Don’t stop! Please!”

  Realizing it was a pleasurable pain, Chloe instantly returned her mouth’s pressure, twice as hard. Bobbing her head slightly, and licking as much of the head as she could reach with her tongue, Chloe enjoyed the salty, manly taste of Samuel’s pre-cum, mixed with their fluids from earlier. It was a strange taste, yet oddly pleasant.

  As she felt Samuel harden to rock-like proportions, she felt some indescribable emotion well up inside her.

  She had come here this weekend to work out what her heart’s passion was, what her life passion could become. While teaching certainly fulfilled part of that passion, Chloe had the strange sensation that this also was a part of her destiny.

  She felt such a connection to Samuel, had felt this connection since Mary’s wedding where she had first met the man.

  Sucking him and gently fisting his huge length in her much smaller hand gave her such a feeling of power, of satisfaction. She took him further into her mouth, determined to swallow as much of him as possible without making a fool of herself and gagging.

  She smiled around his huge thickness as she decided to use the intimate knowledge of Samuel’s fantasies to seduce him into a willing love slave. If she could fall head over ass in love with him, then the least he could do would be to return the favor.

  Now, what was that fantasy he described? Ah yes, a wanton, beautiful woman astride him, taking her own pleasure from him, on top of him, and giving him immense pleasure in return.

  Chloe snickered.

  Piece of cake.

  She grinned as her inner wanton unfurled and took over her mind.

  Relaxing her throat muscles and inhaling deeply through her nose, Chloe took Samuel even deeper down her throat. Sucking tightly and letting her tongue caress the throbbing veins along his shaft, she mentally plotted her next move.

  Let the games begin.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Samuel closed his eyes and tried not to writhe in pleasure. Chloe had virtually swallowed his whole shaft—no mean feat—and the pleasure her tongue was giving him, not to mention the suction she wielded like a pro, was going to be the end of him. His balls were tight and fit to burst, and in about a nanosecond he would be shooting his seed down her throat.

  Before he could reach that incredible peak, however, Chloe continued fisting his shaft, but removed her warm, wet, indescribable mouth.

  “No…” he gasped, totally out of breath from the pleasure, “please don’t! Chloe, don’t leave me here!”

  He, who prided himself on his control and skills between the sheets, was reduced to begging. If he wasn’t so in love with the girl he might resent the power she wielded over him.

  When he could breathe again, think coherently without desperately craving to drag her underneath him and fuck her raw, he intended to seduce her and keep her here with him—somehow. It was a problem for later.

  “Patience, Samuel, I thought big-shot private eyes knew how to be patient.”

  Samuel choked on his laughter. “My dear, no man alive is patient when having his cock sucked so perfectly. Anyone who says differently is either bragging or an outright liar.”

  “Hmmm…” she murmured, her face lost in contemplation. Samuel stared at her, at the angles of her face, at the dark, soulful brown of her eyes, and the blonde highlights in her hair. While lost in the lust of his thoughts, he barely noticed Chloe sitting upright. When she began to stroke his shaft again, oh-so-lightly, he writhed in the pleasure.

  “Do you remember what you said one of your favorite fantasies was?”

  Samuel nodded his head, too caught up in the sensations to verbalize a response.

  “I think it’s only fair of me to make one of them come true for you. So hold on tight.”

  With that, she angled his cock just right, so she could impale herself on him. They both moaned, him in abject pleasure as his shaft was embraced in her tight, wet heat, her at the incredible hardness and pressure from the different angle.

  She sat down fully on him, and he stared up at her. The warm lamplight made the blonde in her brown hair come out, cast a glow on her skin. He reached up and noticed his hands were shaking slightly. He palmed her breasts and enjoyed their smooth softness.

  She sat up slightly, pulling away from him and replaced his hands with her own. Enchanted, he let his hands fall away and stared like a man possessed.

  Slowly, she began to ride him, up and down, up and down, creating friction and the best sort of pleasure a man could hope to receive. She played with her breasts, tweaking the nipples already standing out for attention. Up and down, up and down she rode, driving him out of his mind.

  Samuel felt the pressure begin to build yet again, but this time was determined she find her ultimate pleasure as well.

  “It’s better,” he panted, “if you angle yourself like this.”

  And with that he held her hips just a moment and turned her slightly, so he could penetrate her deeper.

  She cried out, her hands falling away from her breasts as she grabbed his waist for stability.

  “Oh my, yes,” she panted. “That is definitely a better angle. It’s amazing how deep your knowledge of a woman’s anatomy is.”

  Holding his waist for the new angle, she lifted herself and rushed back down onto his huge shaft. Moving faster now, not so intent on teasing anymore, she worked them both faster, sweat beginning to bead on her flushed skin.

  “I can feel you so deeply, Samue
l. This is incredible!”

  “Move faster, Chloe. I’m burning up here.”

  Grunting and moaning, they both moved together in synch. The sound of flesh hitting flesh, their panting breaths, filled the small room, and Samuel worried he would explode before Chloe could find her own satisfaction.

  Thankfully, when he began to think of taking control of their lovemaking, Chloe threw her head back and moaned from deep in her throat. He felt her walls contracting around him and he sat up to get as deeply as possible inside her. Put off-balance, she grabbed his back, holding onto him so she wouldn’t fall.

  In a single motion once her contractions eased, he laid her back and came down on top of her, thrusting himself the entire way up inside her. Finally able to release himself, he came in a single thrust. Yelling his release, he spent himself inside her, and collapsed, completely exhausted.

  After a moment, Chloe wriggled and he turned onto his side. Gently, he stroked her sweat-slicked skin, enjoying the soft, satiny feel of her.

  “That was fantastic. Thank you, Chloe-girl.”

  She smiled.

  “You gotta stop stroking me,” she mumbled, her eyes still closed. “I’m tired, I don’t have your stamina. Let me nap a bit and wake me later.”

  Still stroking her, he kept his touch light to let her ease into sleep. He certainly would wake her later, but being a true gentleman, he let her sleep for now. After two rocketing orgasms, he could afford to let her sleep.

  For half an hour or so.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Early Sunday Morning

  Chloe sat in the tiny café and sipped her cup of English Breakfast tea. Eyeing the full pot in front of her, she hoped she wouldn’t burst if she drank the lot. Tea had a tendency to soothe her and help her think, something she needed a lot of right now. The only problem with drinking tea and thinking was as soon as one stopped drinking, one had to rush to the nearest restroom.

  She looked outside the café windows at the weak sun trying to shine through the morning fog. She had a feeling the fog would burn off as the day wore on, and the thought of sitting out in the newly weeded garden in the sun made her feel a little lighter, but really her mind was on other things.