Page 69 of Sweet Surrender
Anticipation raced through me as butterflies started dancing wildly inmy belly. We stormed through the plush chrome and leather living area to a door at the back of the room.
The bedroom.
Before the door had a chance to close behind us, Nash had mepinned against the wall, his mouth back on mine as he ran his hands down the curves of my body.
I wish I could say I resisted his touch, but it would be a big fat lie.My hands caressed his broad chest as his hands moved over me, and without really noticing, I was undoing the buttons of his shirt. It was only when my palms graced the warm skin of his tattooed pecs that I realized the shirt had come completely off.
Nash stepped away to look down at me with lust-filled eyes. The twoof us were breathless, and for a second my brain told me to stop what was about to happen, because I knew, deep down, if I let Nash fuck me, I would be giving him what he wanted.
My surrender.
But my body wasnotin tune with my brain, and as soon as thethought popped into my head, the excitement coursing through me pushed the logical part of me far away, and all I could focus on was getting him naked.
“Turn around,” Nash ordered, his tone firm.
Oh good. Mr. Controlling was back.
Only this time, there wasn’t even the smallest part of me that wantedto refuse him.
I turned around, giving him my back as I planted my hands againstthe wall. A delicious shudder ran through me as he stepped up behind me, the heat from his body seeping into mine.
“I’m going to fuck you tonight, my sweet Savannah,” Nash whisperedin my ear. “I’m finally going to get to find out what that sweet cunt feels like wrapped around my cock.”
My breath caught in my throat, his words heading straight to mypussy which was growing wetter by the second. A thrill of excitement shot through me as Nash slowly unzipped my dress, teasing me with how long it was taking to undo, and letting his fingertips brush down my spine.
When the zip was all the way down, Nash unhooked my bra, andpushing both my bra straps and my dress off my shoulders, the garments fell to the floor, leaving me standing there in nothing but a tiny pair of white panties and my black heels.
Nash grabbed my arm and turned me to face him again. His eyesraked over my body, and although he’d seen me naked before, with the way his heated gaze roamed over every inch of me, I couldn’t help but feel exposed.
I wasn’t the biggest fan of my body. I had curves where other womendidn’t. My hips were wider than the models I’d seen photos of Nash with, and my breasts weren’t quite as pert as I’d like them to be.
“Fuck, that’s a beautiful body. You are goddamn stunning,sweetheart,” he said, seemingly unaware of the unease I was feeling. “And I own every inch of you.”
If I wasn’t battling my insecurities, I would havepaid more attention to his reminder that I was his to do with as he liked. But with the way Nash’s awe-struck gaze roamed over my body, my insecurities died a death, leaving my body in charge.
And what my body wanted was to be ravished by Nash.
Keeping his eyes glued on me, Nash undid his pants and pulled them down along with his boxer briefs. When his thick cock sprung free, my mouth watered at the sight.
It was on the tip of my tongue to beg him to let me taste him, but before I could find the words, he sat down on the edge of the bed, his strong legs spread to accommodate his cock standing proud.
“Come and sit on my face, sweetheart,” he said, beckoning me withthe crook of his finger.
I faltered.
It wasn’t like Nash hadn’t had his face in my pussy before, but sittingon his face?
Yeah. No.
That was far too intimate.
I couldn’t possibly do that.
Nash’s head tilted to one side as his lips pulled into a knowing grin.“Do you have a problem with that?”
I swallowed nervously, his tone holding a promise of punishment if Ididn’t do as he asked. “No, it’s just...well...that,” I stuttered, my cheeks heating, and I looked everywhere but at him.
“Use your words, Savannah,” Nash replied sternly.
