The Eastwood Series

by M. E. Clayton

  “With Ford,” I replied. “Ford sometimes needs to babysit his seven-year-old sisters, and Duke likes to help him.”

  Mackenzie’s face lit up. “Really?”

  “Duke loves kids,” I told her. “He wants a million of them.” I let out a laugh. “I think that’s why he wants to go pro so badly, so he can afford to have a million kids.”

  “Is he good enough to go pro?” she asked.

  I nodded. “Yeah, he is,” I said, the pride evident in my voice.

  Having already toured my bedroom, Mackenzie took a seat on my bed, and my knees almost buckled at the sight.

  She looked like she belonged there.

  Every day.

  Forever.

  Mackenzie looked up at me and her purple eyes were taking me in. “Can I ask you something?” she said, her voice soft but strong.

  “Sure,” I answered, walking over to stand in front of her. I had a raised California King bed, so even though Mackenzie was sitting down, her head still reached my chest.

  “Why haven’t you kissed me?” she asked, surprising me. I would have thought with everything she’s been through, she’d be gun shy about making things physical between us. And, yes, a kiss would be physical.

  “The truth?” She nodded. “Because I’m afraid if I kiss you I won’t be able to stop with just a kiss. And even if it wasn’t that we’ve only been together for three days, after everything you’ve been through, I didn’t want to rush you.” Her purple eyes flared with heat, and I wanted to curse the fucking Heavens. I was trying to do the fucking right thing here.

  “You’re scared to kiss me,” she whispered in awe.

  “Fuck yeah, I am,” I admitted. “I’ve been obsessed with you for over a year. I can’t remember a time when I didn’t want you.”

  “Obsessed?”

  I stepped closer until she had to spread her legs to accommodate me. She planted her hands behind her to support her weight as she leaned back. “Do you want to know what I did after the night I first saw you?” She nodded. “I spent the following week fucking any girl that was game in an attempt to try to get you out of my mind.” Her eyes dropped, but she needed to hear the truth. I reached down and grabbed her chin with my fingers. Forcing those purple eyes on mine, I said, “It didn’t work, Mackenzie. Nothing fucking worked. Nothing and no one consumed my mind the way you did. Not even football.”

  “Sams-”

  “I am fucking obsessed with you, Mackenzie Harden,” I told her. “I’ve been out of my mind obsessed with you since the night I first saw you. The only reason I never did anything about it was because I’m not a poacher. I don’t go after girls who have boyfriends. Not only would I not do that to another guy, but I don’t need or want that kind of drama.”

  “But I’m yours now,” she pointed out.

  “Yes, you are,” I agreed. “But I meant what I said, Mackenzie. I’ve wanted you for so long, I don’t think I can stop with just a kiss. If I touch you like that, I’m going to want to fuck you until your voice breaks from screaming my name.” Her breath hitched and I wanted to punch myself in the face.

  It’s been killing me not being able to touch her. The chaste pecks on her forehead and hand holding have been bad enough, but to kiss the girl?

  Jesus fucking Christ.

  Mackenzie started biting her lower lip nervously. “What, baby?”

  “I’m…I know you know that I’m a…virgin, right?”

  I nodded. That’s the only thing I was grateful to that asshole for. I was thankful he was so whacked in the head that he hadn’t slept with her. His need to have a virginal wife on his wedding day was my fucking reward. “Yeah.”

  “Samson, I don’t want to be one anymore,” she whispered.

  Well, fuck.

  Chapter 17

  Mackenzie~

  I felt like my heart was going to beat out of my chest.

  I also felt like I might be behaving like a bit of a tramp.

  Here, Samson was explaining how he wanted to go slow and give me time, and instead of commending him and being thankful that I had a considerate boyfriend, I was throwing my virginity at him full speed.

  “Mackenzie-”

  I stood up, forcing him to have to take a step back. I looked up at him and hoped he could see what I was feeling. “Don’t, Samson,” I pleaded. “Please, don’t tell me I don’t know what I want. I know what I want. Don’t tell me it’s too soon or…we need more time, because I feel the same way you do. I might not have been obsessed with you, like you were me, but I felt you that night. I felt you and I thought of you often. And I felt it again when you cornered me on the first day of school. I feel it whenever you look at me. I feel it now. Don’t tell me I don’t want this; that I don’t want you.”

  He took my face in his hands and the boy looked tortured. “Mackenzie, I want to fuck you,” he told me, his voice strained and rough. “I’ve done nothing but fuck my fist for over a year with your face in my mind and your name on my lips. If I get you naked in my bed, I’m going to want to pour a year’s worth of frustration inside your pussy. And I’m fucking terrified that I’ll spoil it for you because I can’t control myself.”

  “But that’s what I want.”

  Samson shook his head. “No, it’s not, baby,” he replied. “You want soft, sweet, and romantic. Trust me on this.”

  I shook my head back at him. “No, I don’t,” I countered. “I want you.”

  His forehead dropped to mine. He sounded like he was in agony. “Baby…I need you to be sure. For the love of God, please be sure.”

  I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I’m sure, Samson,” I promised. “I’ve never been more sure of anything else in my life. I want to know what it feels like to be wanted by a guy who sees no one else but me.” He let out a low growl, and the next thing I knew, Samson’s hands were tangled in my hair, and his mouth was on mine.

  My entire body shivered.

  The kiss was brutal and messy. His tongue found its way inside my mouth, and his teeth were marking my lips. Our sharp breaths were the only thing you could hear in the room as Samson kissed me like a starving man.

  I broke off the kiss and grabbed the hem of his shirt. With his help, it was pulled over his head and Samson Maddox stood in front of me in just his jeans.

  Holy crap.

  Samson Maddox was exquisite.

  I ran my hands over his chest, and the valley and ridges felt like they could cut glass. “You’re beautiful,” I breathed, not totally believing he was mine.

  “Not even close,” he denied as he reached for my shirt.

  My cry turned into a moan as Samson yanked my shirt open and sent buttons flying across the room. He pushed the fabric over my shoulders, and it fell to a puddle at my feet as I stood before Samson in my bra and jeans. My head fell back, and my eyes closed when he reached up and cupped my left breast. I had a large chest, so my bras were more utilitarian than they were pretty, but that didn’t stop Samson from letting out a deep groan.

  “Kick off your sandals,” he said, and I did. Once they were kicked aside, Samson reached for the button on my jeans and said, “Take your bra off, baby, while I get rid of these.”

  I reached back and unhooked my bra, letting it fall down my arms. I flung it aside as I stepped out of my clothes. When Samson stood back up, I was standing before him completely naked.

  It was the most intimidating moment of my life.

  After he looked his filled, his hazel eyes locked onto mine, and what I saw there was an affirmation that I never need worry about how Samson felt about me. He confirmed it when he said, “You’re the most beautiful, sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, Mackenzie.”

  “Samson…”

  His hands started at my waist and they were large and warm as they traveled up my sides until they were both cupping my breasts. His fingers closed around my erect nipples and my eyes fell closed in the pleasure.

  I moaned.

  When I felt his breath on my stomach, I l
ooked down. Samson was on his knees, his face aligned with my most private secrets. “Samson?”

  “I can’t wait to eat your pussy, baby,” he rasped out, his voice making my knees go weak. He stood up and jerk his chin towards the bed. “Get on the bed and spread your legs.” My face turned warm with embarrassment. I might have wanted this, but I wasn’t used to blatant sexuality.

  But I did what I was told.

  I sat on the edge of the bed and scooted back until my head was resting on the pillows. My eyes never left Samson’s as his hands went for the button on his jeans. “Spread them, Mackenzie,” he commanded, and I did.

  I could hear his growl all the way from where he stood at the foot of the bed, and it embolden me. I let my knees drop and I opened myself up to Samson with more confidence than I ever thought possible. And then, Samson pushed his jeans and boxers down and it really was unfair for one person to possess so many amazing attributes.

  “You’re huge,” I blurted out, then quickly averted my eyes, sexiness and bravery all gone.

  Samson didn’t say anything, but I felt the mattress dip as he crawled his naked body over mine. Warmth covered me and the weight of his body felt decadent as he settled between my legs. His lips came down on mine and my embarrassment evaporated. Being kissed with a naked male body on top of you was a completely different sensation than a kiss fully clothed.

  His lips began a trail down my neck, and I could feel my legs widen of their own accord. I knew where he was heading and what he was going to do but knowing it and experiencing was like living in two separate realities. I closed my eyes and let my mind go. I left fear and nervousness at the door and just focused on the pleasure his hands and lips were creating.

  When Samson reached my breast, he growled and feasted on them. It felt as if he were desperate to gather as much of the flesh into his hands as he could. And when his mouth closed over one of my nipples, my back arched, my hands threaded in his dark hair, and I let out low moan.

  The pleasure was indescribable.

  “Samson…”

  “Shh, baby,” he murmured against my aching pebble. “Lay back and let me make you feel good.” His voice was deep, rough, and made my entire body shiver. I let him continue feasting on my body, and as he continued to make his way down my body, anticipation skyrocketed with each kiss leading south.

  A small part of me worried about what he saw. I wasn’t a slim girl. I had curves, but they weren’t taunt, toned curves. They were soft and ample. I wasn’t athletic or gym oriented. I was what some people would refer to as thick or voluptuous. But with Samson’s body being rock hard and in its prime, it was bit intimidating.

  However, all insecurities vanished when Samson’s face was finally nestled in between my thighs, and his fingers pulled me apart. I was just falling into the mouth of pleasure when Samson’s tongue licked my folds from my pussy to my clit. My hands tangled in his hair and his name was like a prayer falling from my lips. “Samson…”

  His breath was hot, and I could feel the vibrations from his voice caress every sensitive piece of flesh. “God, your pussy tastes amazing,” he groaned. “Fuck, baby. I’ve been waiting forever to taste this cunt of yours.” My body clenched and his coarse words were working their magic on my body.

  “So good…” I whispered. I never imagined anything could feel so seductive.

  Samson slipped two fingers inside my opening and I thought I would die from the pleasure. His fingers slid in deep until he couldn’t go any further. “Fuck, your pussy’s tight,” he rasped. “I’m going to disgrace myself and cum as soon as I get my dick inside you, baby.”

  I didn’t care.

  I knew if our first time was less than perfect there’d be other chances to make up for it. And I knew he would. I knew Samson wouldn’t let me leave his bed until I was thoroughly and utterly satisfied. Just like I was trying to erase everything before Samson claimed me for himself, he was trying to do the same thing.

  There was only us.

  Me and Samson.

  I let the pleasure from his tongue, lips, and fingers take over and I surrendered to whatever this boy wanted to do to me. The dueling sensations from his fingers and tongue robbed me of all coherent thought. All I could do was feel him.

  Everywhere.

  Soon, my body began to tighten. I knew what was coming. There were many nights when I had yearned for what I had been missing, that I slipped my hand down my panties and brought myself to completion. However, those times felt nothing like this. The pressure was mounting, and I was going to lose it all over Samson’s face. “Samson, I’m…”

  “Yeah, baby,” he coaxed. “Give it to me. Cum on face.” My hands twisted in his hair and my body erupted in wave after wave of hot, white desire. But it hadn’t ended there. Samson gave me only a minute, or so, before his tongue found its target again. By the time his third assault shook my body, I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to beg him to stop.

  Samson kiss his way back my body, his face leaving a trail of my juices, as my muscles clenched and trembled in the aftermath of the three orgasms he had just given me. I felt drunk and heady. I felt like I was floating in a fog of sexual bliss.

  Samson braced himself on his elbows and said, “Look at me, Mackenzie.” My eyes fluttered open, but the second they landed on his heated, hazel gaze, he whispered, “I love you,” and slammed his entire length into my unused body.

  I screamed.

  My back bowed, and I screamed.

  Even as wet as I was from his earlier ministrations, Samson’s cock was huge. I hadn’t exactly measured it, but when he was standing beside the bed when he first undressed, his harden cock had bounced free, hitting his washboard abs, hitting way above his bellybutton. It had also appeared as thick and imposing.

  “Shh, baby,” Samson cooed in my ear. “I know it hurts, but just…relax.”

  My hands fisted in the comforter. I knew it was supposed to hurt, but I never expected the impact of the searing pain. It felt like he had ripped me open. But I knew we couldn’t stay like this. “I…I need you to move, Samson,” I pleaded. “I need you to make it feel good.” He let out a deep groan above me, but he listened to my pleas.

  Samson pulled back and the pinching sensation subsided. But then, he pushed back in, and even though it no longer pinched, I still felt full and tender. “Fuck, Mackenzie, you’re pussy feels so fucking good, baby. It’s like a vise clamped on my cock.”

  “Keep going,” I breathed. “Please, Samson…”

  “Fuck,” he hissed, but complied. His thrusts picked up in a tempo as old as time, and when he braced himself on the palms and looked over my exposed body, want crash through me at his dirty words. “I can’t wait for you to ride my cock, baby,” he grunted. “I want those big tits bouncing in my face as you take every inch of my dick.”

  “Yes,” was the only word that left my lips. I wanted whatever he wanted. I wanted to give him whatever he wanted, so he could do the same.

  “I’m not going to last much longer,” he warned. “Tell me what you need, Mackenzie.”

  I looked into his hazel eyes and felt no embarrassment when I said, “Keep talking. Tell me everything you want to do to me.” The pain was subsiding, but I needed to fall back into that safe haven of pleasure to cum again.

  Samson’s breathing picked up and his voice sounded strained and harsh. “Oh, baby, there’s isn’t anything that I’m not going to do to you,” he said between his forceful thrusts. “I’m going to slide inside your perfect pussy every fucking day, Mackenzie. I don’t care how sore you are.” I moaned in agreement with his plans. “I’ll never get enough of you.”

  “Samson, harder,” I begged, not caring how sore I’ll be tomorrow either. “Please…”

  He came down on his elbows, then reached between us, his fingers expertly playing with my sensitive clit. “Cum for me, baby.” His thrust got harder and deeper, and when his fingers pinched my clit, I erupted all over him.

  My entire body on fi
re.

  “Samson!”

  “Fuck, yeah,” he panted. “Cum on my cock, baby.” My body twitching and holding his hostage, Samson followed right behind me.

  Two hours later, he was dropping me off at home, and I hated leaving his bed.

  Chapter 18

  Samson~

  Taking Mackenzie home last night had been a nightmare for me. After letting me fuck her a second time, all I had wanted was for her to curl up in my arms and fall asleep with me until my alarm went off for school this morning, but we couldn’t. I had to get her home and it had sucked. The only thing that helped was that my bed sheets had smelled like her when I got back into bed.

  I also hadn’t planned on sliding inside her a second time last night. The first time had been painful, even if I ended up making her cum through the discomfort. But when we had laid in each other’s arms afterward the first time, Mackenzie had shyly mentioned that she’s never given a blowjob and she really wanted to know what I tasted like.

  That had really fucked me up.

  As much as I hadn’t wanted to think about her relationship with Brayden in those moments, I needed to know just how virgin she was. We had talked, and from the answers-non-answers she had given me, it seemed as if all she and Mahoney had done was some heavy kissing and petting. Her pussy had been virgin, her mouth had been virgin, and, for right now, her ass was virgin. That had also been the first time her pussy’s ever been eaten and I had silently congratulated myself for making her cum three times on my face for her first time. No wonder her clit had been so sensitive after the third time.

  She hadn’t asked about my past, but then she hadn’t needed to. We both knew I hadn’t been a virgin and it was strange how that bothered me more than it should have. We didn’t live in a fairy tale world, and I was a healthy teenage male. She was only going to get two firsts from me, and she had already gotten one last night. I’ve never fucked a girl without a condom, and I had given no thought to protection last night. I felt safe with Mackenzie because she had been a virgin, and I knew I was as safe as can be because all athletes at Eastwood had physicals yearly. And seeing as how I hadn’t fucked a girl in over a year and since my last physical, I hadn’t been concerned.