Page 12 of Surrender
“I didn’t say you could open it!” she exclaims, watching me over her shoulder and staring at my bobbing cock. “Bring it here.”
I do as I’m told, and it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever done with a woman and I haven’t even penetrated her yet. She silently takes the condom and pulls the rubbery object out of the wrapper.
“You gave me control, so I’m taking it.” Her gaze is a powerful pool of copper, twinkling in the dim light of my room. She grabs my cock and tugs it. “I want to put this on you.”
I grunt and stifle a moan as she holds a death grip on me. My pain makes her smile in awe. God, she is beautiful.
“I like your voice,” she says. It sounds like the old Sloan, but she clears her throat and adds, “It’s really sexy. I want to hear it when you drive into me, okay?”
“You got it, Treacle,” I reply.
With a pleased smirk, she drops down on her knees and rolls the slippery condom over me. I’m so turned on, I could probably ejaculate this second. It’s been way too fucking long. But I’m certain that would end badly for me, so I focus on her commands and release my mind to her desires again.
“Now, grab my ponytail and fuck me hard. Really fucking hard. So hard I forget everything.” Her voice is a bit manic, but the neediness calls to me.
Her command is my wish,I think to myself. I wrap her thick chestnut hair around my fist and jerk her around so she’s bent over the dresser, her arse level with my cock. It’s a good thing she still has her boots on or we would not match up. I bend at the knees and position my tip between her folds. My fingertips brush her entry to prepare her, and the wetness between them makes me want to roar with pride.
“Speak, Gareth!” she demands as I press my forehead between her shoulder blades.
“You’re fucking soaked, and it’s making me crazy,” I growl.
“More!” she cries.
“You’re so soaked that all I want is to lick every drop coming from you because I’ve been thinking about your wet little pussy since the second I met you.”
“Oh my God,” she moans and splays her hands out on the dresser top. “I want you to lick me, too. I want you to do about ninety different things with your tongue. But right now, you have to fuck me. I need to be filled, Gareth. I want to feel your big dick stretch me.”
I ram inside of her with all my strength, and she screams in response. Fuck me, she’s tight. Why is she so tight? If I was married to her, we would be fucking every bloody day and twice on Sundays. What’s the matter with her husband? Why am I thinking of another man right now?
“Gareth!” she screams, begging for more with just the sound of my name.
“You’re so fucking tight. Your husband is a bloody idiot.”
“Don’t bring him up!” She reaches back with one hand and digs her nails into my arse.
I flinch and squeeze my eyes shut to stop myself from coming. Fuck me. Pain and pleasure is a fine line indeed. I tug her ponytail and her grip on my arse loosens. “Your tight, wet pussy likes my big cock, so brace yourself because I’m not holding back.”
My arse and thighs flex as I thrust up into her and reach around with my fingers to squeeze her clit at the same time.
She screams. She screams so bloody loud, I hesitate.
“Don’t you fucking stop!” She slams her palms against the mirror attached to the dresser. I find her face in the reflection and she pins me with a threat. “You stop and I’m out of here faster than you can get that condom off your dick.”
“Fucking tease,” I murmur, yanking back on her ponytail so her head is thrust up toward the ceiling as I pound into her so fast, I knock over all the decorative shit on the dresser. The mirror shifts as she props herself on it, trying to find purchase against the onslaught, but I don’t stop. I can’t stop. I’m following orders and she’s praising me with the sexiest fucking sounds I’ve ever heard from a woman. The whole scene is the freest and most aroused I’ve ever felt in my entire fucked-up life. This strong, sexy, confident woman said I needed to fuck her and, somehow, obeying her is just as hot as the fucking.
When I feel her pussy clench around me, she lets out a loud, ear-piercing cry. My teeth grind together as I pray to Christ she tells me to come soon because I don’t think I can hold out a second longer.
“Come, Gareth. Fucking come with me!” she bellows, her voice broken and high-pitched, out of breath and panting.
Instantly, hot liquid spurts out of me and encompasses the tip of my cock as I ejaculate into the condom, still thrusting into her as I blow. The pressure of her tight pussy tremoring around me as I move is like a vibrating vice-grip of complete ecstasy.
“Holy freaking shit,” she cries, her voice sounding more like her again.
I open my mouth to reply, but the buzz from my security panel stops me mid-breath.
“What the hell?” she squeaks. “Are you…Are you expecting someone?” She shoves me off of her and yanks away from me like she’s been infected.
“No!” I exclaim, annoyed as she begins covering her body with her hands.
