Page 71 of Sweet Surrender
That was all the warning I got before he slammed his cock inside me.I cried out, but it wasn’t from the pain of my pussy stretching to accommodate him. No, it was from how damn incredible his length felt inside me, and when he pulled out and slammed back in again, I finally let myself accept that I was giving him what he wanted.
“Fucking perfect,” Nash hissed, finding his rhythm. With the way hewas holding me, I was helpless to do anything but lay there and let him takewhat he wanted. “I always knew this cunt would feel perfect wrapped around my cock.”
The muscles in my thighs began to burn deliciously, as did myabdomen muscles. Bizarrely, right when Nash was pounding the fuck out of me, the thought that I really needed to improve my stamina popped into my head.
Especially if this was what our sex life was going to be like.
Aside from my muscles burning, my pussy was clenching aroundNash’s cock, and with his relentless thrusting, he was sending me straight into a third orgasm, one that was going to ruin me for all of eternity.
But Nash didn’t care. He thrust harder, his defined pecs and absclenching every time he pulled out and slammed back in.
I closed my eyes as he pushed me higher, not sure how much moreof his pounding I could take.
“Eyes open, sweetheart,” Nash growled. “I want you watching mewhile I claim your cunt.”
My eyes snapped open to find him staring down at me with suchdarkness in his eyes that it appeared he’d been possessed by the devil himself.
“Nash, I’m going to come!” I cried, certain that everyone backon dry land could hear my desperation.
“Not yet you’re not. Not until you’ve asked my permission to come.”
There was no way on God’s green earth that I could’ve refused him. Ineeded to come. I needed to feel that rush of pleasure in the deepest part of my bones.
“Please, Nash. Please can I come?” I rasped out, begging him forwhat I needed.
His mouth curved into a triumphant grin, slowing his thrusting.
“My sweet Savannah, hearing you beg is like music to my fuckingears,” he said, his dark eyes staring at the point where we were connected beforecoming back up to meet mine and thrusting roughly inside me. “You can come. Come for me now.”
Once again, his demand hit me like the force of a tidal wave, and mypussy clamped down around his shaft as the most intense orgasm I’d ever had consumed me.
Wave after wave of pleasure barrelled through me, and somewherethrough the sound of blood rushing through my ears, I just about heard Nash groan as he followed, his warm come filling me.
As Nash pulled out, our combined release seeped out of me. Helowered my legs and collapsed next to me, panting heavily.
For a few minutes, neither of us spoke as we regained our breaths,and when my soul eventually returned to my body, I turned to look at Nash.
He was watching me intently, his eyes still dark, but there wassomething else reflecting back.
Satisfaction?
Love?
I didn’t know, but it was something I felt in every part of me too.
Nash pushed up onto his arm and hovered over me.“You’re mine now, Savannah,” he said, his voice low. “There’s no escaping me. Not now I know how damn fucking good it feels to be inside you.”
I swallowed as I held his eye, unsure what to say back to him,because the truth was, I wasn’t sure I wanted to escape him.
I wasn’t sure of anything anymore.
Chapter 22
Savannah
The following morning, I woke to the gentle sway of the boat, and anempty bed. An array of feelings hit me like a tsunami as I looked around the room, memories of the night before crashing into me.
After last night, I felt closer to Nash. Something had shifted betweenus, something that felt very much like I was starting to develop feelings for him.
