...clenched shut and gasping for breath.
Sam rode him for several more minutes, the bed rocking beneath them and squeaking loudly with each thrust, before Freddie began to feel his release barreling towards him. He looked above him to see Sam, her body covered in a thin sheen of sweat that made her glow, almost shine, in the light, her head thrown back and hair messily matted against her forehead and bare chest, rocking back and forth as she relentlessly pounded his erection.
"Sam… ungh… ah… Fuck, Sam… I think I'm gonn—ah! Fuck… Oh, shit… Sam, I'm gonna come! Ah, ah! Oh, fuck, I'm gonna come!" Freddie cried, his voice rising almost to a squeal. Sam moaned something in response, but Freddie had already lost all capacity to understand anything other than the electricity coursing through his veins, the pounding of his heart, and the primal hunger boiling over inside him.
Freddie kept thrusting as Sam continued to ride him. He was so close it was driving him mad. He thrust harder and harder, deeper and deeper into her, the sounds of their bodies colliding growing louder and louder, until he finally felt her walls contract around his rock-hard cock. That was the last push he needed and F...