Page 20 of Surrender to Me

I felt the heat spread from my chest to my stomach to between my thighs. “You like what you see?” I teased, but my voice came out soft, shaky, and breathless.

Legend smirked, then stood, towering over me, peeling his wife beater off with one fluid motion. “Nah, I don’t like it,” he murmured, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his basketball shorts.

I frowned slightly, heart pounding. “You don’t?”

His smirk deepened. “I fucking love it.” And then, he dropped his shorts.

I swear to God, my brain short-circuited. My eyes widened, my breath hitched, and my entire body froze in place. His dick was huge. Thick, long, perfectly sculpted, with a slight curve to the left that already had me questioning my life choices. My thighs pressed together involuntarily because there was no way in hell I was coming out of this the same.

Legend saw my reaction, and the cocky bastard had the nerve to chuckle, stroking himself slowly, teasing. “You look nervous, baby.”

I swallowed, my throat dry as hell. “I just…”

He lifted a brow, smirking. “You just what?”

I exhaled, my voice barely above a whisper. “I just know you’re about to put me through this fucking mattress.”

Legend let out a low laugh, shaking his head as he climbed onto the bed, hovering over me, his thick arms caging me in. “That,” he groaned, brushing his lips against my jaw, my throat and my collarbone, “is a fucking guarantee.”

He kissed me deep and slow, his lips moving with purpose, swallowing the soft moans I didn’t even realize I was making.

He took his time, his tongue sliding against mine, his hands gripping my waist, pulling me even closer like he was trying to consume me from the inside out. I melted into him, my fingers curling in the back of his head, my body flushed, hot, trembling. I wanted all of it.

Legend kissed his way down my jaw and my throat, his mouth hot and demanding, leaving a slow trail of fire down my skin. I shivered when he reached my breasts, his tongue flicking over my tight, aching nipples, sucking them into his mouth with a deep groan of satisfaction.

I arched, my thighs clenching. “Fuck,” I whimpered, my hands fisting in the sheets, my body already begging for more.

He chuckled against my skin, his mouth hot and wet, moving lower. “You always this needy?” he murmured, his tongue tracing a slow path down my stomach, over my navel, lower, lower. My breathing stuttered, my thighs already tightening in anticipation. And then, he was there.

Right between my legs, his broad shoulders spreading me open, his intense gaze locked onto mine. But instead of diving in, he inhaled. Deeply. Slowly. Like he was memorizing my scent, soaking it in, savoring the moment before he absolutely wrecked me.

My hands gripped the sheets so hard my knuckles ached. Legend let out a low groan, dark and satisfied. “Fuck, you smell good,” he muttered, his thumbs brushing over my inner thighs, spreading me even wider. I bit my lip, my hips rocking slightly, trying to pull him closer. He lifted a brow, amused. “You want me to suck on this pussy so badly, huh?”

I glared, my voice breathless. “Legend...”

“Spread your legs for me,” he ordered.

I sucked in a sharp breath, my thighs automatically obeying before I could even process the command.

Legend hummed his approval. Then, his eyes flickered up, locking onto mine, his voice smooth and firm. “No running.”

A shiver ran straight through me because I knew what that meant. He wasn’t going to let me squirm away, or pull back, or control a single damn thing. Then, he licked me. One slow, deliberate stroke of his tongue, from the very bottom to the very top, before sealing his lips around my clit.

A ragged, helpless moan tore from my throat, my hips jerking violently, my fingers clawing at the sheets. I barely had time to process the sharp, electric pleasure before he did it again and again and again. His tongue was hot and devastating, licking, teasing, sucking, like he was thirsty for my juices. Like he was feeding off my reactions, off every moan, every tremble, every desperate attempt to grind against his mouth.

My thighs shook as my hands clasped his head but he didn’t stop. Didn’t let up. Didn’t let me catch a single fucking breath. “Legend... fuck... oh, my God,” I gasped, my body arching completely off the bed.

Legend groaned against me, the vibration sending a sharp, pulsing shockwave straight through me. “Baby, you taste so fucking good,” he muttered, his voice deep, wrecked, almost possessive.

My stomach clenched, my hips rolling toward his mouth, because fuck, I needed more. Legend caught my thighs, pinning them open, pressing them down into the mattress, keeping me completely exposed, completely at his mercy. And then, he blew on my clit, which pulled a choked cry from my lips as a violent shudder racked through me.

Legend chuckled, licking me relentlessly. “You’re shaking,” he murmured, his breath hot against my soaked skin. I let out a wrecked whimper, my thighs trembling uncontrollably. “Be good and take what I give you.”

Then, he buried his face between my legs, his tongue flicking, circling, sucking, alternating between slow, devastating strokes and fast, brutal flicks that had me falling, spiraling, drowning in sensation. I was completely gone. Begging this man. Moaning his name. Squirming against his lips. Legend talked me through all of it.

“That’s it,” he groaned, sucking my clit deep into his mouth, making my body jerk violently against him. “Let me hear you, baby.” I sobbed, my breath catching in my throat. “You gon’ cum when I tell you to?” he murmured, licking a slow, teasing stripe over me again. I whimpered, my thighs shaking so hard I could barely keep still. Legend smirked. “Answer me.”

“Yesssss...” I gasped.

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