Page 118 of Surrender

Clearly, something is very wrong with me because his roughness, the way he’s using me… pleasure starts to build. From the friction, from the violence of it? I flash back to theshower, his expert tongue lapping at my pussy until I cried out, convulsing beneath the shower’s spray, and now he’s gripping me so tight I’m sure my skin will bruise and driving into my pussy like he’s determined to break it.

“Silvan,” I cry out breathlessly as he pounds into me. “Oh god…”

“You like that, baby? You like to be fucking used?”

Yes. God, yes.

His lips are at my ear, and he murmurs, “I’m going to ruin you for anyone else, you know that?”

Joke’s on him. I’m already ruined.

I give him all the proof he needs when he drives his cock deep and I explode around him, gasping and whining through my orgasm as he continues to fuck me.

I close my eyes and take it, trying to catch my breath as I come down from my own orgasm. My pussy takes a beating, then he drives deep and pumps me full of his cum.

I feel fucking filthy but also strangely alive when he finishes with me. He pulls his cock out of me, and I feel his cum leak out and trail down my thigh.

My legs are shaky as he puts me back down.

“Get on your knees.”

I do. I sink to them so fast, I should be ashamed.

“Take my cock in your mouth and clean me up.”

I grip his hip and lean in, opening my mouth and taking him between my lips. He watches me, pushing his fingers through my hair to reward me as I suck him clean.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I want to keep sucking him. I want him to get hard again and make me please him. I want him inside me again. I want him to make me hurt and then make me come.

I think he broke something in my brain.

I try to shake it off as I finish cleaning him and ease back, but when I look up at him, I think he can see it. He caresses my face, then shoves his thumb into my mouth. I suck it, holding his gaze.

“Mm. You’re fucking perfect, you know that?”

I didn’t feel perfect a moment ago, but I do now.

The feeling is fleeting, and so is the intensely confusing cloud of lust I’m momentarily shrouded in.

He pops his thumb out of my mouth and gives me his hand to help me stand.

My legs feel hollow and unreliable as I get my feet back on the ground beneath me.

“You can clean yourself up in the bathroom. I’ll wait out here.”

I must look as wobbly as I feel because before he lets me go, he grabs my waist, pulls me close, and gives me a long, tender kiss to steady me.

Chapter Thirty

Silvan

We’re late to dinner.

Mom and Dad are finishing the soup and salad course when we arrive.

“Nice of you to join us,” Dad says wryly.

Mom’s bright gaze hits Sophie trailing behind me, holding my hand. “Oh, that’s a pretty dress.”

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