Sam slammed the bunker door behind them, his massive frame crowding you against the cold metal. "Strip," he growled, voice low and filthy. "I want that pussy wet and ready before I even touch it."
You peeled off your clothes fast, heart pounding as his dark eyes raked over every inch. Sam was already hard, the thick outline of his cock straining against his jeans. He didn't waste time. He shoved his pants down and fisted that heavy dick, stroking it slow while he watched you spread your legs on the nearest table.
"Look at you," he muttered, stepping close. "Dripping already. You been thinking about this cock all day, haven't you?" His fingers dragged through your folds, two thick digits pushing inside without warning. You gasped as he pumped them deep, curling hard against your spot. "Fuck, you're tight. Gonna stretch this cunt open."
He pulled his fingers free and slapped his cock against your clit a few times, the wet sound obscene. Then he lined up and drove in with one brutal thrust. You cried out, back arching as he bottomed out, balls pressed tight against your ass. Sam didn't give you time to adjust. He fucked like he hunted, relentless, hips snapping forward with wet, slapping force.
"Take it," he snarled, one big hand pinning your hip while the other gripped your throat. "This pussy was made for my dick. So fucking greedy, sucking me in." Every stroke was deep and punishing, the head of his cock dragging over that perfect spot inside you. Sweat dripped from his chest onto your stomach as he leaned down, biting at your nipple hard enough to make you yelp.
You clawed at his back, legs locked around his waist. "Harder, Sam. Fuck me like you mean it." He growled in approval and slammed in deeper, the table scraping across the floor with every thrust. His balls slapped your ass in a steady rhythm. The room filled with the sound of skin on skin and your broken moans.
Sam pulled out suddenly, flipped you onto your stomach, and yanked your hips up. He spread your cheeks and spit on your hole before driving back into your pussy. "Gonna fill you up," he grunted, pounding harder. One hand reached under to rub your clit in tight, rough circles. "Come on my cock. Now."
Your orgasm hit like a punch, walls clamping down around him as you screamed his name. Sam kept fucking you through it, chasing his own release with short, vicious thrusts. When he came, it was with a guttural moan, hot pulses flooding deep inside you. He stayed buried, grinding slow as the last spurts emptied out.
He eased out and turned you over, eyes softer now but still hungry. "Not done with you yet," he said, dropping to his knees. His tongue dragged through the mess he'd made, licking you clean before sucking your clit until you came again, thighs shaking around his head.
Later, tangled in his bed, Sam pulled you against his chest. "Stay the night," he murmured, already half-hard again against your thigh. "We're just getting started."
