Page 22 of Twisted Surrender

After an hour of teasing, torture, biting and sucking, Vince finally fucked me right. He hit something inside me that’s never been touched and my howls of ecstasy let him know. We were nothing but a sweaty mess mixed with the smell of sex right there in front of the tree. The lights shone around the room and danced off our bodies. It was the most wondrous night I’ve ever had.

He moved us to the shower, where he’s taking extra special care to clean us up.

“All I have is my shampoo, so I apologize that you’ll be smelling like a man.” He kisses my shoulder as he shampoos my hair, massaging my scalp. I’ve never done this before and boy, could I get used to it.

“I don’t mind smelling like you.” I turn to face him as he leans my head back under the water to rinse the soap away. I reach up and gather some suds in my hand. Taking his cock in my hand, I work him slowly. This time, it’s not to bring him to release, it’s admiration. Like how he’s doing for me.

He rinses the soap completely from my hair. Then squirts more in his palm, rubbing both hands together, creating lots of bubbles and massages my shoulders, my arms. He washes around my neck and collarbone, moving to my breasts, massaging and softly touching. Down across my belly, then he slowly dips between my legs.

“Are you sore? I was rough. I’m sorry, Daisy.”

I run my hands over his chest, washing away the soap on his body. “I’m okay. I loved every minute of it.”

His smirk says it all. “I loved every minute of it, too.” He kisses me gently, backing us under the spray, rinsing away the bubbles.

“Come on, let’s get out and get in bed.”

He turns off the water and reaches for a towel he laid on the counter. He wraps me in a fluffy blue one, then takes the other and wraps it around his waist.

He guides me to his bedroom. It’s the first I’m seeing of it.

“Oh!” I gasp. “I love this room, Vince.” Soft lighting shows off deep brown wood floors. A full wall of floor to ceiling windows with an enormous bed with grey bedding. “We never make it past the living room, so this is nice.” I tease him and he laughs.

He rubs my body dry with the towel, holding me close. I stand naked in front of him, unashamed, and enjoying every sweep of his eyes over my body.

I pull his towel and dry him as well.

He turns down the comforter and lets me climb in, sliding his hand over my ass as I go. He follows behind me, allowing me to find a comfortable spot. Then he wraps himself around me.

We lay together in peace and I know I’ll sleep the best I ever have, wrapped tight in his protection.

ChapterThirteen

VINCENT

“For someone who doesn’t know how to date, you’re sure doing a good job.”

“Oh yeah? Feed you dinner, then feed you my cock? Is that all it takes nowadays? Things sure have changed since I was young.”

We both giggle together and snuggle in tighter. I feel the most relaxed I’ve been in years laying here with her. Who knew all I needed was a good woman in my bed?

“A good blow job will do that to you.” She teases me, I poke her side, and she giggles again.

“I’m being serious here. I’m trying to date, remember? I’m trying to be a Prince Charming.”

She laughs. “No white horses needed. A police cruiser will do just fine.” She squeezes my arms that are wrapped around her. “This is what I want for you. I want you to come away from that job, leave the station, and actually leave it there. I want you to come home at night and have a life.”

“I can never leave the station, Daisy. I’m always on, even when I’m not. I have to be. The town depends on me. My guys depend on me.”

She runs her fingers up and down my arm. I’m silent, letting it sink in, how many people I’m responsible for. “What do you think Angelina will say?”

“You two have a great relationship, so I think no matter what you say to her, she’s going to accept it.”

“You’ve already spoken to her, haven’t you?” She snickers, then rolls me to my back and spreads herself across my chest. Propping herself up with an elbow, she draws circles around my heart. It’s calming and peaceful and it’s making me fall deep for her.

“I might’ve said a thing or two.” I raise an eyebrow and she continues. “She actually gave me her blessing the day of the interview. She told me if I could get you to break for me, she’s all for it.”

“Really! You were trying to break me?” I asked incredulously, with a bit of a shock in my tone. She just waves me off.

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