Page 22 of Surrender to Me

That smirk of his appeared again. “That’s what I thought.” And then he slid his thick, hard dick up and down my soaked, sensitive pussy, teasing, tormenting, making me gasp and squirm.

“Shit,” I whimpered, my thighs shaking, my nails digging into the sheets.

“Pussy so fucking wet,” he muttered, rubbing the thick head against my swollen clit, coating himself in my juices.

I moaned helplessly, my head dropping forward, my body on fire with need. “If you don’t…”

“Say it.”

I groaned, pressing my face into the pillow. “I need you inside me. Please.” Legend let out a low, deep groan before plunging inside me. His thick ass, curved dick stretched me open, filling me so deep I felt him in my damn stomach. “Oh my God... fuck!” I gasped, my fingers clutching the pillow as my toes curled.

He groaned, his grip tightening on my hips as his fingers dug into my flesh. He stilled inside me for a second, letting me feel every inch of him. “Mmhmm,” he grunted sounding so fucking sexy, dragging his lips against my shoulder, his voice thick and guttural. “Tight ass pussy. Fuck.”

Then, he started moving. Long, deep strokes, filling me to the brim, hitting every single spot inside me that made me moan, whimper, shake. “Legend... fuck..."

“That’s it,” he growled. “Take all this dick, sweetheart. I know you can.”

He pounded into me, his hips slamming against my ass, his grip unrelenting, keeping me exactly where he wanted me. I couldn’t run if my life depended on it. I was completely helpless, screaming, shaking, my walls clenching so tight around him that his groans turned into deep, husky growls.

“When I tell you cum on this dick, don’t hold back,” he commanded, his pace fast, deep and so fucking perfect.

“Y-yes. Fuck, yessss…”

“Good girl,” he groaned. “Cum on this dick, baby. Let me feel it.”

I couldn’t fight it. With one more hard, deep stroke, my entire body snapped. I screamed, my back arching, my entire body trembling violently, my climax hitting me so hard I almost blacked out. “Legeeennnddddd! Ohhhh, fuuuucckkkk!”

Legend let out a deep, wrecked groan, his pace slowing slightly as he fucked me through my orgasm, feeling every squeeze and every tremor.

“That’s it, baby. Push that shit out,” Legend groaned, slamming into me one last time before pulling out. I barely had time to catch my breath before he grabbed his thick, throbbing dick, stroking himself as he angled my face toward him. “Open your mouth,” he ordered, his voice dark and commanding.

I swallowed hard, looking up at him, dazed, and opened my mouth for him. He growled something animalistic with his jaw tight and his abs flexing. His large tattooed hand was tight around his dick as he stroked faster with his gaze locked onto mine. “Keep looking at me,” he demanded, sweat glistening on his sexy ass body.

I obeyed, my eyes locked onto his, my breath ragged and my lips parted as I waited for him to finish. His hips jerked slightly before he spilled onto my tongue, hot and thick.

“Fuck,” he hissed, his eyes full of satisfaction as he watched me swallow every drop before falling onto the pillows. Legend smirked, running his thumb over my bottom lip, his voice smooth and satisfied.

I floated in and out of sleep, my body heavy. I could barely think let alone move. All I knew was that I felt satisfied in a way I never had before. I was aching, throbbing, and sore in the best way possible as I lay sprawled out on Legend’s bed, completely drained. But even in my half-alive, half-dead state, I felt myself being lifted.

“Mmm, what’re you doing?” I murmured, my voice thick with exhaustion.

Legend chuckled, his grip firm but gentle as he carried me toward the bathroom, his bare chest warm against my cheek. “Taking care of you."

I sighed softly, letting my eyes flutter closed again, too damn lazy and over-satisfied to say anything else. By the time I opened them again, I was already being lowered into the hot, bubbling bath. A soft moan left my lips as the heat wrapped around me, soothing my aching, sore muscles, and easing the deep, lingering throb between my thighs.

“God,” I sighed, letting my head rest against the edge of the tub.

Legend knelt beside the tub, rolling up his sleeves before grabbing a sponge and lathering it with soap. “I know you need this right now,” he chuckled, dragging the suds over my shoulder, down my arm.

I cracked one sleepy eye open, my lips tilting into a lazy smirk. “I hate you,” I murmured, my voice soft and warm with satisfaction.

His tattooed hands smoothed over my skin, washing me with slow, sensual strokes. “Nah, you don’t.”

I sighed, closing my eyes again as he ran the loofah down my stomach, between my legs, his touch gentle but thorough. I was too relaxed to argue but I did manage to say, “I don’t think you're human.”

He tilted my chin up, running his soapy fingers down my throat, between my breasts. “And I think you loved every second of it,” he countered, dragging the loofah down the curve of my waist. I bit the inside of my cheek, refusing to give him the satisfaction of admitting it outright. So I said nothing and watched his smirk deepen. “That’s what the fuck I thought.”

After letting me soak for a bit, Legend rinsed and dried me off. Then, he grabbed a bottle of oil, warming it between his hands before smoothing it over my freshly washed skin.

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