Page 45 of Brutal Surrender

I could have fucked her face and come over it. But I want to see her come as much as I want to for myself. I whip her around to face the wall. Even though she’s an omega and I’m an Alpha, I’m no better off than her.

She can’t resist me, and I can’t resist her.

Chapter 21

Martina

Ibrace myself against the shower wall. Lowering himself, he grabs my hips and pulls me over his cock, filling me with his glorious hardness. I can’t believe how much I want this. He sinks himself farther until he’s balls deep inside of me. It’s slightly uncomfortable, but it’s still feels good. I can take it as long as he’s not too rough.

And he’s not. He pulls his hips back and rocks forward slowly. I shiver. For several minutes, he takes his time. I’m torn. Part of me wants to barrel towards the orgasm I’ve been dying for. Part of me wants this to last forever.

My body trembles with every roll of the hips. I can’t imagine anything feeling better than Vincent, at least not physically. There’s no denying it. He drives my body crazy.

He picks up the pace a little while still making sure he buries himself to the hilt each thrust. I release a low moan.

“You like it like that, baby girl?” he asks.

“Yes, Daddy.”

He groans. “You sound so hot when you talk like that.”

Without prompting, I say, “Daddy fucks his little girl so good.”

I can hear the smile in his voice when he says, “Tell me more.”

“I love how my daddy fucks me. Especially when I’ve been a bad girl.”

He shoves into me harder. “Have you been a bad girl?”

“Yes, because all I think about is fucking my daddy, how badly I want him to fuck me.”

With a grunt, he thrusts harder.

“All I want is to come on his cock,” I say.

At that, he reaches for my clit. The sensation of being filled by him while having my clit fondled overwhelms me with delight. The orgasm I thought was a little ways away rushes forward. With a cry and intense shaking, I fall apart on his cock.

Grabbing both my hips, he slams into me, nearly plowing me into the wall. Each shove sends me to my toes. The sound of his pelvis smacking into my ass echoes off the shower walls. My hands slip, but he holds me up as easily as he would’ve a rag doll. With a final burst of intense bucking, he reaches his climax. Liquid heat fills my insides, along with relief.

I want to crumble to the floor, but he gathers me and holds me in his arms beneath the rain of water. This is different. I don’t know what to make of it.

“You want to finish dinner or you want another orgasm?” he asks.

I should choose dinner, but I hesitate.

“Orgasm it is,” he decides for me, turning the shower lever so that the water comes out the handheld showerhead.

Whipping me around, he shoves me against the shower wall. He kicks my feet apart so that my legs are spread. Detaching the showerhead, he aims it at my shoulders and upper back before slowly moving to my lower back and the top of my ass. I feel the warm liquid flowing down my crack. Standing behind me, he reaches around and grabs a breast, kneading and tugging the flash. My pussy throbs in response.

Touch my clit, I will him.

With the showerhead, he sprays my backside and my inner thighs.

Closer, I urge.

He aims the water everywhere it seems except where I want him to. But I can’t do anything about it. I can’t grab the showerhead from him or even complain without risking an undesired consequence. Is he waiting for me to beg?

“How badly do you want this orgasm?” he asks

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