Page 39 of Auctioned Surrender

I’ll let Bryanna cook because she will enjoy it, but I can hardly let her get away with topping from the bottom, even if her attempt was absolutely adorable, and the fact that she wants to do something special for me makes it even better.

“It would please me if you cooked for me with no clothes on, Bryanna. I’ll meet you in the kitchen,” I say, watching her cheeks heighten with a deep pink before turning and heading to the kitchen, looking forward to seeing how she’ll handle my request.

The coffee has barely started brewing before I hear the bathroom water turn off and the faint creak of the bedroom door. I turn and watch as Bryanna walks toward me completely nude except for the blush of her cheeks, the rosiness of her erect nipples, and the pale pink on her dainty toes.

Her hair falls and brushes across her bare breasts as she walks toward me. “You’re lovely,” I say, stroking a nipple as she gets closer, watching her eyes dilate with desire. I caress her gently, watching her chest rise and fall with her inhalations of breath as I begin to stroke both nipples at the same time. Bryanna arches her back, but she doesn’t push into my hands, and my cock swells with the fact that she’s holding back, allowing me to give her the pleasure that she seeks instead of taking it on her own.

I caress her nipples firmer, rolling them between my finger and thumb, and watch as her breathing shallows and she tilts her head back with pleasure. “Look at me, Bryanna. I always want to see your eyes when I’m pleasuring you,” I say, before grazing the soft warm seam of her mouth with my tongue.

She settles her eyes on me, doing exactly as I’ve instructed. My chest tightens watching the desire I see floating around her deep green eyes. That look is enough to send any man to his knees, but Bryanna also needs to learn about anticipation.

“Why don’t I pour us a cup of coffee while you get lunch ready,” I say, barely containing my resolve as I take in the look of pure disappointment on her face, before she quickly attempts to veil it from my view.

Bryanna doesn’t dwell on it, but instead moves past me and quickly refocuses on the tasks of making lunch. She opens the refrigerator, and it’s difficult to remove my eyes from the very exquisite curves of her body, that toned back, narrow waist, and those deliciously sexy hips that I want to sink my hands around. She leans in to reach for the soup, and her bottom raises toward me, and even though I should be making her wait, teaching her how pleasurable anticipation can be, it is an offering that is entirely too delicious to ignore, and I don’t.

I run my finger down her back, letting it trail between her cheeks, past the little button that I fully intend to explore another day, and into the center of her heat. When I press the length of my finger into her, sliding against her walls, she purrs so sweetly, accepting her pleasure, once again, without pushing back or trying to take it on her own.

My cock twitches with need as with every touch and caress of her body, she responds so absolutely perfectly. I reward her by stroking and curling my fingers upward, finding the sensitive little bundle, watching her body’s shiver of desire as I drive deeper into her heat, rolling her nipple between my finger and thumb. Bryanna’s center clenches around me tightly the more firmly I press, letting me know exactly what she likes.

It is with great restraint that I finally stop teasing her and don’t slide myself into her slick, wet heat. “If you warm the soup and make the sandwiches, I’ll prepare the table and pour thecoffee,” I say, and am rewarded with a brief inhalation of breath that sounds more like a little huff.

I smile to myself, watching as she goes about cooking and serving our lunch completely in the nude and fully aroused. Next time, she won’t be so quick to offer what she thinks I want instead of waiting for me to request it, so that I can reward her for doing exactly that.

I should be taking this slow, the exact opposite of what I’m doing. If I thought it was purely physical I would walk away; at least I believe I’d have the strength to walk away, but this pull, this magnetic attraction to every little smile Bryanna gives me, and the need to protect her, are all too much to deny.

So when Bryanna serves lunch in nothing but her delectably creamy skin, we eat, because she needs to regain her strength. But after our meal is finished, my desire can no longer be contained. I slide my barstool out and unzip my pants as she watches.

Her deeply set eyes go wide with lust as I wrap myself.

I pick Bryanna up and place her exactly where I want her, pulling her down on top of my lap until my cock is buried deep inside of my green-eyed Doll.

Chapter 28

Bryanna

He lifts me, and with one swift move all food is forgotten as he pulls me atop his incredibly rock-hard cock. It meets the end of me, all the way to my core. He lifts me by the waist, sliding me up and down along his length, creating a blissful desire before forcefully pulling me back down, developing a furtive need begging to be quenched hard and fast.

It feels so good, rubbing along my insides, building a need so intense and overwhelming that when after only a few more strokes he tells me to cum, I explode. He doesn’t stop; instead, he continues to ride me on his lap, forcing my orgasm to go on and on. This joining is intense, and he’s not far behind me, pumping into me a couple more times, growling his release deep inside of me before I collapse against his muscular chest, sated and breathless, as we both take a moment to regain our strength after the incredibly intense orgasms.

Damian lifts me and carries me to the bathroom, kissing me gently on the lips before setting me down on my own two feet. He turns on the shower, adjusts the temperature before grasping my hand, and assists me under the warmth of the cascading water to rinse off after our tryst.

“Turn,” Damian instructs, guiding me with a slight touch to my shoulder to spin me away from him. He runs his fingers through my hair, pulling me back gently against the strength of his body, and holding me while the water cascades over my hair and down our bodies.

When my hair is saturated, he smooths the shampoo into it, massaging my scalp. He works his way through my hair to my nape, running his hands up and down my neck, causing those little tingles to intensify. “Damian, it feels too good.”

“Tell me what you liked in the kitchen, Bryanna. I want to hear you tell me while I pleasure you again,” Damian whispers in my ear as he rinses the suds from my hair and lets them cascade down my body.

I should be embarrassed, ashamed that I’m not like most of the women that I know, but I’m not in the slightest. Damian has shown me exactly what I’ve been looking for. I’m not sure if I know exactly how to explain it. I contemplate my response, running it over and over in my head as he massages my scalp and neck.

“I want an honest answer, not some well-thought-out response that you think I want to hear; understand, Doll?” he says, removing the attachment from the wall and lowering the spray to massage my shoulders.”

I nod, swallowing down my uncertainty in exchange for my need. “I loved the way you took charge, even when I thought I knew what you wanted but clearly didn’t. I liked the way you made me wait, even though I didn’t want to initially.”

Damian strokes my cheek and kisses my lips gently as he moves the wand even lower, letting it graze my navel, circling until the anticipation makes me feel it in my center.

The intensity of his gaze is heated and draws my focus to his eyes. “That makes me tingle.”

“Tell me what’s tingling, Doll,” Damian coaxes, whispering in my ear as he moves the warmth of the shower water to my center. The spray grazes my mound, warming me with the gentle massage, but he turns it to pulse and parts my folds with a finger.

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