Page 48 of Sweet Surrender
The air around us was thick with tension as we glared at each other,and any hope I’d had of earning her trust had just been blown out of the water.
Not that it mattered. Savannah wasn’t going anywhere, and if shedared try, I’d have to remind her what, or ratherwhowas at stake.
“I’m going to bed,” she eventually said, disgust in her voice andhatred radiating from her.
She stepped around me, doing her best to not touch me as she did. Ilet her go a few steps before I called over my shoulder. “Good, I’ll be in shortly and we can pick up where we left off.”
Her feet faltered, but she didn’t turn around. Her shoulders rose as she sucked in a deep breath. “You can get stuffed if you think I’m spreading my legs for you again,” she hissed before continuing to the bedroom and slamming the door closed, the deafening thud echoing around the suite.
Defiant little mare.
I gave her a little time to calm down before following her into ourroom. She was under the covers, on her side, and still wearing the robe as if it would protect her from me.
How wrong she was.
Climbing on the bed behind her, my front pressed up against herback, I leaned over to find her eyes closed. She wasn’t asleep though, her whole body was as rigid as a statue.
“Are you still mad at me, sweetheart?” I whispered in her ear, tuckinga strand of hair behind it. She didn’t reply, but her shoulder lifted as if she could knock my hand away from her.
I sighed in frustration. “I’ll take that as a yes,” I said, pulling theneedle I’d prepared a few minutes earlier from my pocket. “I guess I’ll have to have some fun on my own.”
Biting the cap off the top, Savannah’s eyes opened, but before shecould respond or even move, I stabbed the needle into her neck, just below where the little tracking device was.
She mumbled something that sounded awfully like she’d tried to callme a bastard, and I couldn’t help but let a sadistic grin take over my face as her eyes closed, and her body relaxed.
Knowing my sweet Savannah would be sleeping soundly until themorning, I took a leisurely shower, slowly rubbing my cock as I remembered how fucking incredible she tasted, and wondering what her pussy would feel like when I finally got to bury myself in it.
When I was as hard as steel, I shut the shower off. Not bothering witha towel, I made my way back into the bedroom where sure enough, Savannah was comatose thanks to the propofol running through her veins.
I stared at her for a few minutes, a sleeping angel who had no ideahow fucking stunning she was. Her blonde hair fanned out on her pillow, while her thick lashes rested on her high cheekbones.
She really was a vision.
When the weight of my cock became too much to bear, I leaned overher and yanked back the covers. She didn’t move a muscle.
Rolling her onto her back, her body flailed with the movement. Iundid the belt holding the robe together, chuckling to myself at the double knot she’d tied in it as a feeble attempt to keep me from what was mine.
Once the belt was undone, I pulled open the robe, revealingSavannah’s smooth, naked body.
She’d tried to hide it from me earlier, but I didn’t understand why. Nodoubt that idiot, Liam, hadn’t told her every day how beautiful she was.
A mistake I wasn’t going to make.
Grabbing one of Savannah’s ankles, I pulled it to the side, spreadingher legs so her delicious cunt was on full display.
I’d booked an appointment at the spa for her in the morning so shecould get a wax, she’d been self-conscious about her pubic hair, and I didn’t want my wife to ever feel that way about her body. But I’ll admit I couldn’t wait to see her pussy without the short crop of dark blonde hair currently covering it.
I wanted to crawl between her legs and feast on her like I’d doneearlier, but I refused to do it while Savannah was unconscious. I wanted her to enjoy every orgasm I was planning on giving her.
She’d also said she wouldn’t spread her legs for me, and whilearguably, her legswerespread, I wasn’t going to go against her wishes on this one occasion. After I’d fucked her for the first time, then it would be a different story.
Climbing between her spread legs, I sat back on my knees andgripped my shaft. As my gaze roamed over her nipples, erect from the cool air, I pictured myself wrapping my lips around them as I moved my hand up and down my cock, squeezing it firmly as if it was Savannah’s pussy.
Fuck, I was so damn desperate to be inside her. The temptation toshove my cock in her waiting hole was all-consuming, and I moved my hand faster, needing to find my release before I caved into the urge.
In her sleep, Savannah’s lips parted, and the memory of her on herknees taking my cock in the back of her throat was enough to push me over the edge.
My balls tightened as I erupted, spilling my hot come over her nakedbody. Beads of white come landed on her tits, her stomach, and even on her pubic hair.
