Page 42 of Reluctant Surrender

His knee worked between my legs, spreading me as his other hand reached around my naked body and sank between my thighs. His fingers dipped between my folds. My clit swelled beneath his rough touch.

“It seems your pussy is already wet for me.” He bit down on my earlobe. “How fast will you come if I keep playing with you like this? Will you scream my name when your body explodes with pleasure?”

“It’s just a reaction,” I tried to explain, but we both knew that was bullshit.

He scoffed and slid his hand further until his fingertips pressed against my entrance. “Do you want me to fill your pussy with my fingers? Do you want me to fuck you like this until you scream my name?”

I curled my toes into the carpet; giving into him so early in the game would only make him more arrogant later.

“I think I’d rather have your cock, but if all you can manage is your fingers—”

He cut off my taunt with a hard bite to my shoulder.

“You want my cock? All right.” He moved his left hand from between my legs and pushed me forward with my right arm that was still bent behind me. “I’m gonna fuck you and then you’re going to suck all your pretty juices off my cock.”

I should have been appalled by the crudity of his words, but instead my pussy clenched in anticipation. My hunger for him grew to an unbearable craving.

Once at the bed, he shoved me over the side, kicking his bare foot between my legs until I was spread open for him. He spread my ass cheeks, and the thick round head of his cock pushed against my pussy.

I grabbed hold of the bedding with my free hand and squeezed my eyes shut in anticipation of the pounding he threatened.

In one forceful push, he thrust the entirety of his long, thick cock into me. It was too much, too fast, and I yelped from the instant fullness, the slight burn of the stretch. He paused, only a brief moment, letting me adjust to his size, before retracting slowly, inch by inch until he was nearly gone from me. In a blink of an eye, he plowed forward again.

“Is this what you wanted, angel?” He let my arm go and grabbed hold of my hips with both hands, pulling me back toward him as he fucked me harder.

“Yes.” My arm was sore as I moved it from my back, but the bite of pain only melted into all the sensations his cock, his dominance created. “Fuck, yes.” I looked over my shoulder at him. His lip was tucked tightly between his teeth. The muscles in his neck tensed.

“Over.” With the one-word command given, he pulled out of me and flipped me over onto my back. It was unsettling how easily he could maneuver me around at his will.

He grabbed my knees and pushed them back toward my chest. “Wrap your arms around your knees. Hold your legs open wide for me. Do not let go.” He pinned me with a dark dominating stare that said it would be a horrible time to disobey him.

I did exactly as he said, and the moment my legs were open for him he plowed straight into me. A deep, guttural sound escaped from my throat as he filled me over and over again.

“Fuck, you look beautiful like this. Wide open for me.” He rolled his eyes and bit down on his lip again. He touched the fat of his thumb to my clit and rolled it in circles.

“Lukas! Oh, fuck!” Every fiber of me tensed at the immediate pleasure circulating through my body. This man knew exactly where to touch, how to touch, and when to touch. It was as though he had some sort of manual just for my body.

“Ah, that’s a good girl.” He grinned down at me. “Are you going to be my good girl and come for me?” he taunted as he fucked me even harder, pressing downward on my clit as he rubbed it.

“Yes!” I arched my back, feeling the fullness, the tightness in my body getting ready to skyrocket me.

“You’re going to come hard like a good girl with my cock stuffed in your tight pussy, right?” Even his words stroked my clit, dragging me faster and faster to the edge.

“Fuck, yes!” I dug my nails into my thighs to keep from letting go. If I disobeyed him right then, he might take all the pleasure away. And I couldn’t chance it.

He plowed harder and harder, his cock stretching and filling me with every new thrust. His thumb stilled for a brief second on my clit before he flicked the sensitive bud, sending me right into an orbit of pleasure. My orgasm crashed down on me.

I yelled out his name over and over again as each tidal wave of my release hit.

“Such a good girl.” He pulled his cock free of my cunt, and immediately I felt the abandonment. “Don’t worry, angel. I’m not done with you yet.”

I eased my legs down while licking my lips. He helped me sit up, then slide out of the bed.

“Get on your knees, angel,” he ordered, softly pressing his hand downward on my shoulder.

I moved down to the soft carpeting. His cock bobbed in front of my face. It still glistened with all of my cum on the thick shaft and head.

“Put your hands behind your back, do not move them,” he ordered again in the same dark tone. I grabbed my wrists. “If you move them, I’ll bind you.”

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