Page 10 of Sweet Surrender

His glistening dick swayed in my face before he pulled me to my feet without warning and ran his hands down my sides and over my ass. His throaty rasp rang in my ears. “Good girl.”

I whimpered softly in response while my body sang under his caress. God, it was electric, every touch making me want more. By the time he turned me in place and nudged me up against the toy table, I was weak and willing to do anything he wanted.

With one leg, he parted mine, spreading my thighs and bending me over until I propped myself up on my forearms. What was he going to do? The anticipation was damn close to killing me as one moment followed another, with only his ragged breathing piercing the silence.

I released a long sigh when his hands touched my ankles, arching my back and spreading my legs wider as he began making his way up my stocking-covered calves. Fuck, so good. My throaty moan was cut off when he clamped a hand over my mouth before continuing. It was so sinful and dirty, but there wasn’t a single part of me that wanted to stop.

I would die if he stopped.

His breath hitched when his fingers brushed over the scrap of lace covering my throbbing mound. My knees threatened to buckle, but I held myself up, forcing myself to endure what was starting to feel like torture. It was almost too much to take, the sensations assaulting me from all directions. The smell of his cologne, the heat from his skin, the way his fingers danced over my aching flesh until my nerves sizzled, and I was ready to beg for relief. Nothing in the world mattered as much as ending this torment.

With a sudden, sharp jerk, he tore my panties away. I barely registered the sound of tearing stitches before the balled-up fabric was forced into my mouth as his thick digits plunged inside me. Shock melted into blistering pleasure, the friction from his fingers pressed against my G-spot, taking what was already bubbling inside me and turning it into boiling, blistering, primal lust. Rather than spit the panties out, I let them muffle my moans, pushing back against his strokes, frantic to come.

I was close, out of my mind between his pumping fingers and grunts close to my ear. “You like that?” he whispered, running his tongue along the seashell curve of my ear while I moaned my approval.

I could taste myself on the lace, and that realization—the dirtiness of it, how filthy it was—took me over the edge.

His satisfied groans filled my ears as one spasm after another rolled through me. It went on and on, and so did he, still pumping in and out of my quivering hole, this time adding a thumb against my clit. “Yes,” he rasped in my ear when I jerked in response. His whispers were the only thing tethering me to consciousness. “Let it go. Come for me.”

I was coming again. I might not ever have stopped. By the time he withdrew his fingers and patted my ass, I was limp across the table, shaking and weakly whimpering. “Good girl,” he whispered.

My head was still spinning by the time his legs touched mine. A second later, I heard a packet tear. A condom. I could barely move, dizzy, almost afraid of how hard I came like I didn’t know my own body. I didn’t know I was capable of that.

But even though I was damn near destroyed and still coming down from my high, I nodded at the pressure against my pussy when he ran his head through my sensitive folds. Even though my throat was raw, I moaned my approval.

I still wanted more.

I wanted all of him.

I wanted everything he had to give.

And he gave it to me, not bothering to be gentle or cautious now that he’d stretched me with his fingers. They were nothing compared to his wide head and the way it stretched me when he pushed deep enough and hard enough to rock me against the table, knocking a few of the toys to the floor.

He settled in, his thighs against my ass with my dress worked up around my hips. I barely had the chance to adjust to him before he pulled back and filled me again. I could only moan to tell him how much I loved it, and he rewarded me with a sharp slap against my ass.

I gasped, jerking, but the sublime warmth left me wanting more. He scraped his fingers against my throbbing flesh before delivering a blow against my other cheek.

It was too much. I couldn’t take any more. My senses were overloaded, the tension in my core unbearable. Before I knew it, I was coming, reaching the crest of the wave and tumbling over the top. The force pulled me down, submerging me in darkness into perfect bliss. I couldn’t hear anything but my heart beating in my ears, but somewhere in the middle of all of it, I sensed him driving himself into me one last time and letting go.

All it took was him pulling back and stepping away for me to sink to the floor before large hands caught me and readied me upright. I gripped the wall, too weak to hold myself up anymore, still trembling, fighting to catch my breath. I’d never come that hard, not even close. Until now, I hadn’t known my body was capable of it.

Spitting out the panties, I pulled in a deep breath before chuckling a little at myself. Now that it was over, I was coming back to my senses. The spell was broken, but that was okay. I was grateful. A little embarrassed, maybe, but grateful.

“That was… unexpected.” I looked up, still chuckling, but the sound died when I realized I was alone. He had left without a word, not even a sound. If it wasn’t for the throbbing in my core, I might have wondered if he was real or if I’d made the whole thing up.

It was probably for the best, no matter how my heart sank. I didn’t know what to say or what the protocol was. I probably would have ended up ruining things by saying something awkward.

Though I did sort of wish there was a way for us to see each other again. Because I was pretty sure he had ruined me for all other men.

6

NOAH

The bitch was keeping me waiting.

I shifted in my chair, silently seething as one minute after another ticked past. So this was the game she wanted to play? I had gone out of my way to make it to her office on time, only to sit outside her closed door while a nerdy-looking girl who was probably fresh out of college gave me a sympathetic grimace. “I’m sure she’ll only be another few minutes,” she insisted. “Are you sure there’s nothing I can get for you? Some coffee? A bottle of Evian?”

What I could have used was a stiff drink, something to blunt my irritation before I had no choice but to kick the door down. There wasn’t much I hated more than petty mind games, and starting off this way didn’t bode well for what was to come. The blinds covering the windows looking into Sienna’s office were drawn, giving me no hint as to what she was doing. She might have been on a call, but she could just as easily have been sitting back and laughing, knowing she was holding the strings. I had no choice but to dance if I didn’t want to lose everything.

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