Page 67 of Surrender to Me
My pussy clenches, a fresh wave of wetness coating my fingers, but I can’t move, can’t process this level of raw demand.
His cock twitches in response, and precum beads at the tip.
The taps come faster, harder, my fingers striking my most sensitive place.
Each smack echoes against the popping fire.
Our breaths deepen, and both of our hips rock.
My body responds without permission, my clit pulsing in time, aching, drenched, the sight of him pushing me closer to the edge just by watching.
“Harder.”
I hesitate for a fraction of a second before obeying.
The contact is electric, a jolt that makes me gasp.
Involuntarily I jerk my hips forward.
On and on I go.
Each sting blooms, sharply and sweetly radiating through my pussy, making my pussy swell and my folds slick with my arousal.
From somewhere outside of me, Stryker’s voice reaches me in an approving growl.
Pressure coils deep inside me, making me moan.
My vision begins to blur as I lose myself, ready to orgasm.
Suddenly he clamps my wrist and eases my hand away. “That will do for now.”
“What?” Panting, dizzy, I blink up at him. “You’re…” I shake my head, trying to make sense of what’s happening. “You can’t be serious right now.”
With his free hand, he gently strokes my cheekbone. “Oh, Allie. I most certainly am.”
“But…” How can he leave me wanting like this?
“I asked you for trust, and this is part of it.”
My body screams in frustration, a hot, coiling anger twisting with the ache between my thighs, my pussy pulsing with unspent need, slick and throbbing, every nerve alight and denied.
I glare at him, my breaths ragged as I clench my fists at my sides.
His denial is a cruel tease. I want to beg, to grab his hand and force it back to me.
As if unconcerned, he stands, his movement powerful and unhurried. Then he offers his hand, palm up, like an invitation wrapped in command.
Stubbornly I stare at it. My rejection is a small rebellion in the storm of my frustration.
“You’ll survive this.” Annoying me even more, he grins. “I promise.”
He turns, walking down the hallway, his bare back a landscape of muscle and scars disappearing into shadow. Then he pauses, glancing over his shoulder. “Oh, Allie?”
My eyes widen, hope flaring sharp and desperate.
Has he changed his mind? Will he come back and finish this, give me the release my body is begging for?
Chapter Twenty
