Page 48 of Brutal Surrender

He wallops me harder, faster. My ass feels like it’s on fire.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I mumble.

As if he understands me through the panties, he replies, “Good pet.”

My body flutters when he returns to fondling me. So good. It feels so good.

His fingers enter me, parting my folds and finding the spot inside that makes me shudder. Pleasure sings within me.

Slowly, methodically, his fingers stir both rapture and craving. The spanking was worth it for this, even helped it. I’m more desperate than ever to find release, so I savor each stroke, each swell of bliss to the max.

But it’s too good to last. Vincent withdraws his fingers. He pulls me to my feet by my neck.

Will I not get to come? I glance at his cock and note how super hard it looks. He’s going to want to take care of that, which means this isn’t over.

“Into the tub,” he instructs, still holding me by the neck.

The water has filled the entire tub and shut off on its own. I step in and relish the comforting warmth. He sits down in the middle of the tub. I follow because he’s still holding onto my neck. Taking the blouse still tied around my wrists, he wrings out some of the water and uses it to pull my hands behind my head. He then uses the blouse to secure my wrists to my neck. With my arms pulled back, my breasts lift and protrude.

Grasping my leg, he positions me so that I straddle him. I’m on my knees, so my tits are right at the level of his face. He cups them and runs his thumbs over the nipples. I grunt into the panties, which are drying out my mouth even though they’re damp. But I don’t want to miss out on the opportunity to get fucked right now.

He continues to play gently with my nipples, tugging and lightly pinching. My nipples have been extra sensitive from all that they’ve suffered. I expect him at any moment to tug harder, pinch harder, torment harder. Instead, he keeps the sensation from tipping over into pain. His gaze seems to drink in every reaction of mine. The look is different, though the lust swimming in his eyes are the same.

When he closes his mouth over a nipple, I start to tremble. His tongue brushes my nipple, sending shivers to the area between my legs. His tongue swirls over the bud. My pussy pulses. He sucks the nipple.

Not too hard, I pray. Or maybe a little harder.

Grabbing my hips, he grinds me against his crotch. The pressure feeds the tension of desire within me. When he sucks harder, I no longer mind.

His cock comes teasingly close to entering me. If I can just lift myself higher…

He deepens his assault on my nipple while crushing our bodies more forcefully against each other.

Then, in one swift movement, his cock finds its target and plunges into me. I close my eyes at how glorious it feels.

Holding me still, he lets me savor the thickness filling me. His cocks flexes against me. My pussy responds back, and I catch a slight hitch in his breath.

With a growl, he bucks his hips up into me while pulling me down. Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure through me. I work with his movements, angling myself to press as much of me to him as possible.

“That’s it, ride my cock, baby girl,” he whispers, his breath hot against my ear.

My arousal spikes. I’m so turned on, it actually doesn’t bother me when he calls me “baby girl.”

I rock myself against him with growing urgency. He responds by increasing the force and speed of his thrusts until we’re both lost in wild desperation.

The water sloshes around us, some of it spilling out of the tub as our bodies crash over and over into each other. My climax looms large over me. I hesitate. Can I handle it?

As I try to get my bearings, he shoves into me more powerfully. I can’t stop him. I’m barreling head-first towards my orgasm.

“Come on, baby girl, come for Daddy,” he urges, bucking fast and furious.

His words hurl me over the edge. I release a sobbing scream into the panties as my body shakes violently. I would have convulsed off his cock if he weren’t still holding onto me. I have no control over my body. It’s like an earthquake inside me trying to break free, and it’s every bit as magnificent and overwhelming as I feared.

Vincent grunts as he pumps furiously into me. If I weren’t awash in euphoria, it would have been more than I can take. With a roar, he stabs deep into me. His knot swells in me. My eyes roll to the back of my head. I feel his hot seed filling me.

When we both come down from the heights of our ecstasy, my heart is still beating intensely. His cock continues to throbs inside me, and I become conscious of how sore my legs feel and how uncomfortable it is to kneel in the tub.

He pulls out the panties and unties the blouse from me. I collapse against him. I don’t intend to, but I feel spent. Tenderly, he brushes the back of my head with his hand.

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