Surrender To Me

BANE

WREN was mine. She was fucking mine, and I had to show her what she would be walking away from if she chose to end it after two weeks. I wasn’t even fucking sure she’d stay for two weeks since she got what she wanted. I’d fucking caved and waived her brother’s debt because I was so desperate to have her. Like a pussy, I’d given her all the power. Now I had to wait and see what she would do with it.

“You want to stay here?” she asked, gasping when I slid a finger into her soft folds. She moaned her next words. “I live in a dump.”

Yeah, well, that was something I was going to fix too if she’d let me. Fuck, who was I kidding? Even if she didn’t let me, I was going to move her out of this rat-infested shithole and into one of my condos. Wren was my queen, and even if she walked away after two weeks, I would make damn sure she was safe.

“All I want is to be inside you, Wren.” I kissed her again, pushing my tongue past the barrier of her lips and teeth, gaining entry to her sweet mouth. While I worked her mouth with mine, my fingers worked her cunt. Giving her pleasure while sitting at the dinner table had nearly undone me. I’d felt how wet she’d gotten. I could practically see her desire for me dripping from the heated looks she threw my way. I had a feeling Wren would be all up for public sex, and I wanted to explore that with her.

Moving into her bedroom, I lowered her onto the bed, our mouths still fused, my fingers still buried, the wet sounds of her arousal surrounding us. When I finally pulled free and stood, Wren’s eyes were glazed over with lust.

“Stand up and strip for me, Little Bird,” I commanded. Wren scooted to the end of the mattress and stood. Sitting on the bed, I watched as she slid the straps of her dress over her shoulders, torturously peeling the top of her dress down over her breasts, her stomach, her hips, and her thighs. She stood before me in her wedge heels and a matching set of navy lace lingerie. Her stomach was toned and her legs fucking amazing. She had a tattoo of a little blue bird on her ribs that I hadn’t noticed before.

Tracing the delicate wing with my fingertip, I asked, “What does this represent?”

“It’s an Australian Fairy Wren. My parents were big into ornithology, hence mine and my brother’s names.” She looked down at the tattoo. “It reminds me of them.” I leaned forward to kiss it.

She shivered, her hands coming to rest in my hair. I drifted my mouth lower down her stomach, kissing her hip bones and the top of her mound. Her hips flexed into my mouth when I did that, and I smiled.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Take off your bra and panties.” She did as I asked, sliding her shoes off when she lowered her panties to the floor. When she was exposed to me, I rubbed my aching cock through my pants. This woman was going to be the fucking death of me. “On the bed,” I rasped. “Face on the mattress and that ass of yours in the air.”

Moving past me, she got into position on the bed, her beautiful ass and weeping pussy on full display. For me. Only for me. Kneeling beside her, I stroked the globes of her ass, running a finger down into her weeping sex. She rocked against me when I slid one finger deep inside her channel, a small moan escaping her throat. Replacing my finger with my mouth, I flicked my tongue over her clit, making that moan into a desperate whimper. Unbuckling my pants, I freed my cock and started to stroke it. I tongue-fucked her cunt while getting myself off, the sound of her moans like fucking music to my ears.

I pushed another finger inside her, pumping into her. My breathing was a rasp in the back of my throat, and Wren’s breathing was much the same. Her inner walls began to pulse around my fingers. That was the signal I’d been waiting for. I withdrew my fingers, rubbing her arousal over my cock before slamming inside her.

She came instantly, her pussy clamping down on my cock and almost sending me over the edge with her. She screamed my name as I pumped into her, milking every last drop of her orgasm from her. When her entire upper body went loose, I wrapped my arm around her waist and chest, pulling her up. I was still buried inside her, unwilling to come until she had more orgasms under her belt. Remaining connected, I laid down on the bed, positioning her on my hips and facing away from me. Her perfect ass was all I could see as it throbbed in time to my thrusts.

Clutching the tops of my thighs, Wren rode my cock with wanton abandon, her hair coming loose of the knot and tumbling down her shoulders. I caught the scent of her shampoo as she moved, the vanilla fragrance sending a bolt of unbridled lust through me. Anchoring my hands on her hips, I pumped into her, urging her to find another orgasm before I changed positions once more.