Page 14 of Sweet Surrender
“I don’t want your fucking money, and I’m not going to hurt you,” Ihissed, keeping my voice low and making it deeper than it normally was. “So long as you stay away from Savannah Miller.”
“Sav…Savannah? I…I don’t know what you’re talking about,” hestuttered.
That earned him another slam against the wall, and he groaned as the airleft his lungs.
“Don’t fucking play dumb. I know all about your visits to see her everyday, calling heryour girl. Listen to me very clearly, Trent McAllister,” I paused, giving him a second to realize that I knew who he was. “Savannah Miller isnotyour girl. She willneverbe your girl, and if I catch you bothering her again, I will fucking destroy you. Understand?”
A garbled response left his mouth, but he bobbed his head.That was good enough confirmation that he’d received my message, loud and clear.
Stepping back a fraction, I grabbed the back of his head and onceagain slammed it against the wall, hard enough to knock him unconscious.
His body slumped to the dirty floor, and I didn’t give him a secondthought as I left him lying in a pool of his piss, more than ready to get a dose of my sweet Savannah.
Her apartment was in complete darkness by the time I got there. Still,I checked the footage to make sure she was tucked up in bed before making my way to her front door.
Savannah was either completely clueless about security or totallyreckless. Either way, her leaving a spare key on top of the door frame went in my favor. Not that it mattered if she suddenly decided to move it, I’d made my own copy weeks ago.
The door creaked as I pushed it open, and I was greeted by the onlyother sound in her apartment, a ticking clock. The inside was colder than outside, Savannah never put her heating on, I suspected because it was too expensive. Instead, she’d wear extra layers of clothes or snuggle under a blanket to try and keep warm.
I’d been in her apartment enough times to know the layout withoutneeding a light, so tiptoeing across the open-plan lounge and kitchen, I made my way to her bedroom.
Savannah’s apartment was tiny, a far cry from the luxurious condoshe’d been living in only a few months ago. This was the only place her small budget could stretch to though when her world fell apart.
Gently nudging open her bedroom door, the bright moonlightstreamed through her curtain-free window. I both loved and detested that she didn’t have any curtains up; it meant I could freely watch her from outside when I wanted to get a closer view than what my cameras offered.
But if I could peer in, then so could anyone else.
I stopped for a moment, frozen in the doorway as I took in my sweetSavannah. She’d fallen asleep on her back, her golden hair fanned out on the pillow like a halo, but even in sleep, a frown marred her brow.
To my delight, her loose-fitting camisole had risen enough to giveme a glimpse of her stomach and her tits, her puckered dusky pink nipples were begging to be sucked.
My cock, which had started to throb the minute I got a whiff of thevanilla and coconut scent, throbbed harder at the beautiful sight before me, reminding me of the blue balls I’d had since watching Savannah earlier.
Taking a step forward, my foot caught on something, and Ilooked down to find Savannah’s panties caught on my shoe. Reaching down to grab them, I snatched them up and took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of her cunt.
More blood rushed to my cock, making it strain against my jeans.There was no fucking chance of ignoring it now, not with Savannah’s panties in my hand, and her delectable body on display.
I knew I was taking a risk, but right then, I didn’t fucking care. Slowly,so as to not wake her, I lowered my zipper and undid the button to my jeans, before reaching in and pulling my rock-hard dick out.
I wrapped Savannah’s white panties around my shaft and startedsliding my hand up and down my length, my eyes glued to Savannah’s taut nipples.
I wanted to take each rosy bud into my mouth and suck on them untilher soft skin was marked with bruises.
I wanted to lick every inch of her perfect skin, making my way downto her tight pussy, and finally learning what she tasted like.
I wanted to. But I didn’t.
Picturing myself between her legs and lapping up her juices, I rubbedfaster, biting my lip to stop a groan from escaping.
Savannah shifted in her sleep, her head falling in my direction so shewas facing my way. If she opened her eyes, she would have got front-row seats to me jacking off over her.
The thought of her catching me sent a spark of excitement down myspine, and I rubbed my shaft harder.
With one final look at her tits, and imagining what it would feel like toflick my tongue against them, I exploded, thick ropes of white come staining Savannah’s panties.
It took a few seconds for me to catch my breath, and when I did, Iunwrapped the panties and put them in my pocket to add to my collection.
A little part of me was tempted to leave them for her to find when shewoke, but I didn’t want to risk her running to the police fearing she had a weirdo stalking her.
