Page 30 of Surrender to Me

My breath hitched as I hovered above his mouth, my hands pressed against the headboard. The second his tongue made contact with my clit, my head rolled backward. “Oh my fucking God…”

Legend groaned against me, his fingers digging into my hips, holding me in place as his tongue flicked, licked, sucked, devoured me. It was too much, too deep, too fucking good. He worked me slowly at first, teasing me, stroking his tongue over my clit, dipping it inside me, dragging it up and down my folds.

“Legend, fuck…” I whimpered, my fingers tightening against the headboard.

He moaned into me, the vibration sending sharp, trembling shockwaves through my entire body. Then, without warning—he spread me wider and dragged his tongue lower to my ass. I jerked, my body locking up as he teased, licked, and flicked, making me scream in helpless pleasure.

“That’s it, baby,” he muttered against my skin, his tongue working me in ways I didn’t even know were possible.

I quivered, whimpered, and trembled with my breath shattered, my thighs shaking uncontrollably. “Legend, I… I can’t cum no more…”

“Yes, the fuck you can,” he groaned, sucking my clit into his mouth, stroking it with his tongue as two fingers sank deep inside me. I screamed as my entire body shook. My release hit me something fierce and when I tried to pull away, tried to climb off his face, Legend tightened his grip. “No fucking running,” he growled, his tongue relentless, his fingers curling, stroking, carrying out my orgasm until I was nothing but a limp bitch.

“Pleaseeeee…”

“Cum again,” he commanded, sucking hard until I did exactly as he told me to.

I came hard and loud as my thighs clamped around his head. Legend groaned, licking me through it, making me ride every last wave until I was completely done. By the time he finally pulled back, I was barely breathing but he wasn’t finished.

“Ride my dick,” he ordered, his voice thick, wrecked, his grip still firm on my thighs. I was weak as hell as he guided me forward, helping me position myself over his dick. He chuckled. “You need me to help you, sweetheart?”

I nodded breathlessly, my fingers resting against his chest as I slowly sank down onto him, inch by thick inch. “Fuuuuck…” I moaned, my head falling back, my nails digging into his skin.

Legend let out a deep, satisfied groan, his hands gripping my hips, holding me there for a second, letting me feel every inch of him. “Fuck,” he grunted, tilting his head back.

I placed my hands on his strong, sharp jaw, guiding his face toward mine before kissing him slow, deep, lazy, as I began to move. Legend groaned into my mouth, matching my rhythm, thrusting up into me, deep and powerful. “Oh, God…”

“Tell me you love this shit.”

“I fucking love itttttt...”

His lips found my neck, my shoulder, my breasts, biting, licking, worshiping as he continued to groan, snapping his hips up, driving into me deeper. “You’re so fucking perfect, Honey.”

The pleasure was too much, too deep, too fucking good. I felt myself about to explode again as I bounced on his dick. “Shiiiit! Fuuuckkkk!!!”

“Uh-huh. Cum on this muthafucka,” he growled, fucking me harder and faster.

I started crying, shaking, and cumming at the same damn time and he chucked, still thrusting into me. “That’s it, baby.”

My entire body trembled and just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he lifted me off him and gripped the back of my head. I licked my lips, my body still trembling, still sensitive but I took him into my mouth.

“Goddamn,” Legend groaned, his head tilting back, his fingers tangling in my damp curls. I swirled my tongue, sucked, licked, and stroked until his hips jerked and he groaned deep, his cum spilling down my throat. I swallowed every drop before collapsing onto the bed. He chuckled, pulling me up, and wrapping me in his arms. “You are truly fucking amazing,” he murmured, kissing my forehead, pulling me into his chest.

Before long, he carried me into the bathroom, my limbs completely useless. The scent of warm vanilla and coconut filled the air, the bubble bath already drawn and waiting. Without a word, Legend eased me down into the bubbles, the warmth immediately soothing my overstimulated body.

His touch was gentle and deliberate, his hands sliding over my shoulders, my collarbone, and down my arms, as he cleansed me, worshipping me one final time. I barely had the strength to keep my eyes open as I soaked for a while. Then, he carried me into the bedroom, oiled my body, and laid me down.

I blinked up at him, sleepy and dazed. He smirked, leaning down, brushing his lips over mine. “Goodnight, beautiful,” he murmured. Then, with one last kiss on my forehead, he turned off the lights, leaving me wrapped in silk sheets for the last time.

I woke up with a heavy, bittersweet feeling settling deep in my chest. My pussy still throbbed with the aftermath of everything Legend had done to me. But my mind was already somewhere else. Reality was waiting for me.

I exhaled, blinking against the soft morning light filtering through the sheer curtains, stretching lazily, preparing myself to turn over and find that I was alone in his big ass. But when I turned my head, Legend was right there lying beside me, one arm resting behind his head as he watched me. His usual smirk was displayed. Instead, he was slightly serious, his gaze intense like this was his way of saying goodbye.

A soft smile tugged at my lips despite the ache in my chest. “You’re still here,” I murmured, voice laced with sleep, with something deeper.

Legend’s lips curved slightly. “Where else would I be?”

“The kitchen,” I teased, rolling onto my side to face him fully.

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