Surrender To Me

Threading my fingers through his hair, I held him to me, pressing his face closer to my body. He thrust up, the ridges of his dick hitting my clit was an almost euphoric high. My head dropped back as I moaned. I doubt I’d ever been this turned on by a man in my life.

“Fuck,” Bane muttered harshly, pulling away. His expression was wild like he didn’t know what to do with all the sensations. “I want to fuck these beautiful tits, but I have to be inside you more.”

I whimpered at the visceral image he managed to paint in one breath. He stood me up, so he could grab something from his pants pocket. A condom. Then he sat back down and ripped open the foil wrapper. I was rapt as I watched him slide the latex down his shift, groaning a little when he pulled at his cock.

He reached for me, splitting my thighs on either side of his body. His cock brushed against my entrance, the blunt head seeking entry. I held myself above him for a moment, just staring into his dark, fathomless eyes.

“I want to watch your face while I fuck you,” he said, kissing me hard and slamming inside me at the same time. I cried at the beautiful invasion, and the pure rightness of him being inside me eclipsed all thoughts that what I’d agreed to do with him was wrong. Bane-fucking-Rivera could fuck me anytime he wanted, and I would happily get lost in him.

He moved slowly at first, teasing the edges of my sanity with his slow, steady rhythm. A deep pull of need had settled into my belly, though, a well of pleasure only he could tap, and I begged him to do just that. I kissed him, his tongue plunging into my mouth, dominating my senses. When we broke for breath, his gaze went to my breasts.

“Touch yourself,” he commanded softly.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

I reached for my breasts, cupping them softly, then rubbing my thumbs over my nipples. Bane placed his lips where one of my hands had just been, sucking me into his mouth and biting down. I moaned, my body flooding with warmth. Thrusting more deeply, I held back the scream as he hit deep inside me, pushing me past pleasure and into a pain that slowly melted away into just more intense pleasure.

Releasing my breast, he sat back. “Get yourself off while I watch. I want to feel you come on my dick at least a dozen times tonight.”

A dozen? Biting my lip, I snaked my hand down between our bodies and flicked the tip of my finger over the sensitive flesh. My orgasm struck like lightning, the combination of his bossy commands, his thrusting cock, and my desire to please him, rendering me a victim to my hedonism.

I screamed his name before finally burying my head in the crook of his neck and shuddering through the rest of my orgasm. Bane continued to pump inside me, driving himself deeper, taking over me. I let him. It was good to forget that I was the responsible one, the one who had to look out for my baby brother.

Bane suddenly pulled out and flipped us, so I was kneeling on the couch while he fucked me from behind. I clutched at the back of the frame of the couch, my breasts bouncing with the force of his strokes. Increasing his pace a little, I shut my eyes, absorbing the thrusts, absorbing the way he was claiming me. HOURS LATER, we were on the floor. Bane was going down on me again, the sight of his hands wrapped around my thighs was more than my sex-addled brain could handle. He’d made good on his promise of orgasms, and he was going for the twelfth now, only I wasn’t sure my oversensitive body could do it. I felt raw-well-used but not misused. Bane was very considerate of my comfort the entire time, but he was driven with unrelenting focus now.

I squeezed my eyes shut as another orgasm crept over me. It wasn’t that crashing wave anymore. Rather, it was a slow build-up that teased at the orgasm, peeling away layers of it until I was left with no choice but to face it.

When I eventually stilled, and my breathing had finally eased, Bane slid back inside my body, my inner walls clenching in welcome. Placing his forearms on either side of my head, he fucked me missionary-style, his dark eyes on my face. We were both covered in sweat and cum-mine, not his- but I’d never been happier to be where I was. Bane’s strokes were slow now. Gone was that urgency of before, and in its place was a gentleness I had only glimpsed briefly from him.

“Come one last time for me, baby,” he grunted. “Come with me.”

His words were the trigger. My body did not feel like my own, and I screamed his name as I came for the final time. Bane’s body went rigid as he chased me over the edge. His roar echoed around the room, his orgasm pouring on and on. When he finally stopped thrusting into me, he rolled over onto his back and took me with him. Sprawled across his chest, I lay there, panting, sweating, unable to move.

“Holy fuck,” I whispered against his chest.

He chuckled. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” Pushing my ponytail out of his face, he forced me to look at him. “I want every man to know how I fucked you raw.”

His dirty words sent a thrill through me, and although my mind was willing, perhaps my body wasn’t. I shut my eyes as sleep tried to calm me. Bane shuffled me off to the side, where I curled up on the rug, content to just stay there.

“Shower first,” he said, scooping me up easily. “Then bed.”

“To sleep?” I asked, peering at him, at the strong line of his jaw and the beard that was just the other side of a five o’clock shadow. He eyed me with a smirk.

“I thought I could get another taste of your cunt first.” I squeezed my legs shut involuntarily, and he chuckled. “Maybe not. I’ve worn you out.”

“Are you always so… thorough?”

He paused, his eyes growing dark for a moment before setting me down on the bathroom counter and turning on the shower. When it was clear he wasn’t going to answer that question, I let him wash us both before sliding into bed.

Rolling over onto my side, I shoved the sheet back off me, but Bane had other ideas. He wrapped himself around me, his leg over mine, his arm over my chest to cup one of my breasts. Just as I drifted off, I got the distinct impression Bane Rivera wouldn’t make it easy for me to leave, either now or in the future.