Because I Wanted To
Summary: Sam takes the Reader to a famous haunted spot to investigate.
Characters: Sam x Reader
Word Count: 1100
Warnings: Smut; oral( female receiving); orgasm delay. It contains spoilers for The Amityville Horror.
A/N: This was written for @roxy-davenport
for her birthday writing challenge.
The house was notorious. Everyone in the community was afraid of it. Stories and rumors of what had happened there had been circulating for forty years. People talked about hearing voices, seeing ghosts, and visions of demons. An entire family had been murdered there by one of their own and another family had barely escaped the same fate leaving all their possessions behind. The house had remained boarded up for decades just as the last family had left it.
Sam had decided it was something you should check out. He had told you recently that he was a better hunter than he had ever been because he wasn’t scared of anything anymore. That didn’t sound like Sam. He never backed down from what needed to be done, but he did get scared. This one made you nervous. There had been movies made about this place, and Sam was approaching it without any concern almost like it was going to be fun.
While Sam ripped boards off the back door, you looked over your shoulder jumping at every rustle of winds through the trees. He picked the lock without much trouble. He opened the door and stepped in looking around. You were still standing outside. He turned and walked back to you. He put his arm around your waist and pulled you up against him. “Come on, Baby.” He kissed you hard putting his tongue into your mouth. When he let go of you he said, “You’re not scared of ghosts. What is it?”
“These aren’t just ghosts, Sam. This is Amityville. People were possessed here and killed people they loved. It was bad enough to make this place famous.”
He slid his hand down to cup your ass. “I’m here to protect you. Let’s go see what’s here.” It was like time had stood still in the house. The furnishings were from the seventies. Family pictures still sat framed on the tables where they were left. You picked one up and looked at it. There was a smiling couple and three kids. Problem was the smiling had stopped. You put the picture down and went to look for Sam.
He was standing by the staircase. He held his hand out to you. “Let’s go upstairs, Y/N.”
“Isn’t that where everybody died?”
“It’s where we’ll find out the most. Don’t be scared. I’m here.”
You took his hand and followed him up the stairs all the way to the top of the house. He opened the door to a bedroom. “They found the little girl dead in that closet.” You shivered. Sam took you in his arms. “Are you okay, Y/N.”
“I don’t like this,Sam.”
“How about I show you something you like better?” He started unbuttoning his shirt.
“Sam, what are you doing?”
“Showing you something you like better.” He pulled the shirt back off his shoulders revealing his perfectly muscled body. Your breath caught in your throat. He moved toward you putting his hands on the front of your jeans. He unbuttoned and unzipped them sliding them down over your hips and off. He stroked you through your silky panties. “You like this better, don’t you?” His touch was making you wet.
He pushed the fabric aside. His fingers found your opening and thrust inside. Your put your arms around his neck and wrapped your legs around his waist. He moved his fingers in and out. The sweet feeling was already building. You tossed your head back. “That’s it. That’s my girl.” He put his thumb over your clit and started making circles. You felt your nipples tighten and your walls tightened around his fingers. “Uh, uh. Not yet, Y/N.”.
He walked you to the bed and put you down on it. His fingers continued to move. You squeezed your eyes shut tight. “Hold it, Y/N. Be a good girl and hold it.” You let out gasping breaths. He pulled off your panties and sank down on his knees placing his head between your legs. His hands were on your thighs, and he spread your legs wide. His tongue found your clit flicking fast. You grasped his hair in your hands. His licked down your folds then pushed his tongue inside you fucking you with it.
You were so close. He was varying the speed of his tongue driving you insane. He reached up with his hands under your shirt pushing your bra out of the way and started pinching and rubbing your nipples. You happened to look over at the closet where the little girl had died and snapped your head back quickly. His hands. His mouth. “Sam, SAY SOMETHING.”
“Don’t come until I tell you that you can.” Your hips were thrusting into his face now silently begging him. When your thighs started to shake, he stopped. He stood and took off his pants. He lay back down on top of you. “Do you want it, Y/N? Do you want me?” You nodded frantically. “Let me hear it. Tell me what you want.”
Your nails were clawing into his back. “I want you, Sam. Deep. Deep inside me. Please.” With one quick thrust, he was buried all the way inside you. “Yes. Move. Please move. Give me more.” Each thrust went all the way into you. You could feel his balls against you. His thrusts were brushing against your g-spot. “Please, Sam. I need to come. Please!”
Your breaths were coming fast and shallow. You opened your eyes, and there was a dark haired little girl covered in blood on the ceiling looking down at you. You closed your eyes again holding Sam tighter. He was still thrusting. When you looked again, she was gone. “Sam, Sam!”
“Soon, Baby. Are you ready? Are you ready to come all over me?”
“Yes, yes! Now. Please now!”
“Let go, Y/N. Give it to me. Give your orgasm to me.” You came screaming and crying. Sam spurted and spurted inside you. He kept coming. When he was spent, he pulled out. He got up and started putting his clothes on. He picked yours up and handed them to you. “Get dressed. Let’s go.”
You reached under your shirt and put your bra back into place then pulled your panties and jeans on. “Sam, this place is haunted. It’s haunted and dangerous. What about salting and burning, exorcising?
"I didn’t bring any of that stuff.”
“You didn’t bring it? Then why are we here?”
He smirked at you more than smiled. “Because, I wanted to fuck you in this house.”
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