Page 15 of Surrender Your Heart (Surrender #2)

The ride from the beach dinner was quiet.

Honey had her hand in mine, her other arm resting lazily over her thigh, head tilted as if trying to process everything I’d just laid on her.

Dinner wasn’t just dinner.

I knew I was going to rock her world a bit with the official invitation to my world.

To my power. To my fucking empire. And she didn’t flinch or run. She just looked at me with those eyes like maybe, just maybe, she’d been waiting on a nigga to present her with something that finally made sense.

I guided her down a stone path lined with flickering torches.

The wind blew just enough to make her dress flutter as we walked.

The deeper we went, the quieter it got, and I could see the curiosity in Honey’s face until we reached the spot. A private cove behind the villa with a fire pit burning low, a plush canopy bed on a wooden platform with sheer curtains dancing in the breeze. Anybody walking by could see us and I almost wished they would.

“Damn…”

she whispered, stopping beside me.

“, this is… perfect.”

I turned to face her, grabbing her jaw with one hand, my thumb pressing under her chin.

“I told you this weekend was gonna be different.”

Her lips parted, but I didn’t let her speak.

I kissed her deeply, sliding my tongue across hers, biting her bottom lip before pulling back just enough to breathe.

Then I stepped back and slowly unbuttoned my shirt, eyes locked on hers.

I didn’t say take it off.

I didn’t ask if she was ready.

I just started peeling her out of that dress that drove me crazy, like it offended me. Like her skin deserved to be touched by nothing but me and this air.

“Face down, ass up,”

I growled.

“In the middle. Now.”

She blinked fast, chest rising, then obeyed by walking slowly and seductively.

Fuck.

Every ounce of her confidence was on display as she crawled to the bed and arched just right. Her ass round and glistening under the torchlight. Her back curved. Her hands gripping the sheets. My dick jumped as I walked up behind her, no words, just slid my palm down her spine and cupped her pussy from behind. Wet. Already.

“You like when I take charge, don’t you?”

She nodded. “Say it.”

“I love this shit,”

she whispered.

“I love the way you tease me, fuck me, listen to me...mmm… everything.”

I slid two fingers inside, deep and slow.

“Say it louder.”

“I loveeeee itttt!!!”

I leaned over, my chest against her back, and whispered in her ear.

“I love it too, sweetheart." I took my time.

Mouth everywhere.

Biting, sucking, praising, and punishing. I tasted her from the back first, my tongue sliding through her folds while she whimpered and shook. Then I flipped her to her back and feasted on her like I’d been starving. No breaks. No sweet talk. Just nasty, wet, filthy devotion.

When her legs shook uncontrollably and her toes curled against my back, I looked up at her.

“You gon’ cum like a good girl?”

“Yes, fuck… , please.”

I spat directly on her clit and rubbed it in with my thumb.

“Nah, you’re gonna hold that shit.”

Her face contorted.

“Please… please, I can’t…”

“You can and you will.”

I trailed kisses up her body, my tip resting against her slick entrance, but not sliding in yet.

“You want this dick?”

I asked low.

She nodded rapidly.

“This pussy mine from now on?”

“Yes,”

Honey panted.

“Yessss! God, yes!”

I looked down at her, breath coming fast, eyes glossy, lips parted.

She was becoming undone in the most beautiful fucking way.

I leaned forward and spat on her pussy again, watching it drip down her folds. Then, I raised her legs over my shoulders. Her breath caught, her hands gripping the sheets, pupils blown wide.

“Even with everything I’ve given you, you know this is only the beginning, right?”

I murmured, voice low and thick as I thumbed her clit, enjoying her squirm.

“There’s no letting go and there’s no turning back.

Understood?”

She nodded fast, whispering, “Yes, .”

I didn’t say another word.

Just slid in, slowly.

All the way. Her mouth dropped open in a silent cry as I sank deeper than before, hips flush against her ass while her legs trembled over my shoulders. And I stayed there. Buried. Connected.

“Breathe, my baby,”

I ordered.

She exhaled shakily.

I started moving, slowly, thick strokes, the kind that had her eyes rolling back, her body trying to crawl away, but there was nowhere to go.

I grabbed her waist and pulled her back down on every pump.

“You know better,”

I growled.

“I wanna see you take all this dick.

All fuckin’ night.”

She cried out softly, biting her lip, head tilted back.

“I need… I need… fuuucckk, I need to…”

Her thighs trembled.

“Uh uh.

Not yet.

Build that shit up. ”And I kept going, grinding slowly and so deep into her spot over and over until she was clawing at the bed, begging me to release.

“Pleaseeee…”

I leaned over, legs still up on my shoulders, our sweat slicking between us.

I kissed her throat.

Her jaw. Her lips.

“Squirt for me, sweetheart.”

I pulled out slowly, watching her try to hold onto me like she didn’t want to let go.

I needed to see this shit.

“So fucking beautiful,”

I murmured, spreading her thighs wider, rubbing that pussy through the flood, teasing her clit in tight circles while my eyes stayed locked on her face.

“Ohhhh, Godddd….

Pleaseee…”

Honey whined, legs shaking.

Fingernails gripping the sheets.

I loved that part, watching her fall apart.

“That’s it,”

I coaxed as she continued flooding, that gush hitting my hand like a reward.

“Let that shit go, baby.”

And when her breathing finally returned to normal and she wrapped around my neck, I sank back into her.

I stroked her slowly as we locked eyes.

“You ever… heard of… a nympho?”

she panted.

“Male form.

That’s… that's you.

I’m convinced.”

I chuckled, licking my lips, keeping that stroke just right. Deep.

“I ain’t never felt nothing like this,”

I admitted in a gravelly whisper.

“Not like you.”

“Don't lie to me.”

“Never.

Nobody’s had me like this, baby.

I mean that shit. I don’t move like this for just anybody.”

I plunged faster and deeper, feeling her walls clench around me.

“You feel me?”

“I feel you,”

she gasped.

“I… …”

Her orgasm hit her like a wave.

Hard.

Unforgiving. Snatching her breath from her lungs while she pulsed tight around me. I let out a deep grunt, kissed the side of her face, and gave her five more deep, filthy strokes before burying myself inside her one final time, groaning low as I let go. Warmth filled her. She moaned at the feeling. Legs still shaking. I didn’t pull out or move.

I just lay there with her legs still up, my hand sliding over her stomach, my mouth at her ear.

“Hell yeah,”

I murmured.

“You all mine now, Honey.

You hear me?”

She was still breathless, her body clinging to mine, but I wasn’t done.

I rolled us gently, her leg sliding over mine as I pulled her into me, face to face.

I wrapped my arm around her back while the other hand gripped her ass, dragging her into slow, deep strokes that had both of us breathing heavily. Crickets chirped somewhere in the distance. Waves crashed. But all I heard was her.

The whimpers.

The little gasps.

The moans. The way she whispered my name like a confession every time I hit that spot inside her. She clawed at my back, resting her forehead against mine.

“Talk to me, baby,”

I whispered.

“How you feeling?”

“Full,”

she whimpered.

“In heaven…”

I smirked, kissed her slowly, and dragged my hand down her spine until I cupped the back of her thigh, pulling her deeper onto me.

“Good girl,”

I said lowly.

Then I wrapped my hand around her throat.

Light at first, but firm enough to let her know she wasn’t going anywhere.

Thick, deep, and perfectly timed strokes had her mouth hanging open, her whole body vibrating like she was strung too tight.

“Hold that nut,”

I growled.

“Don’t you dare.”

“…”

she cried out, eyes wild. “Please…”

I squeezed her throat just a little harder, leaned in, and kissed her jaw.

Tears spilled down her cheeks as her thighs twitched.

“Not yet,”

I growled.

She sobbed. “Fuck…”

She held on, toes curling, face buried in my chest, body damn near convulsing from how deep I was taking her, but I wasn’t letting up.

“Don’t cum yet,”

I warned again, fucking her harder now.

“Not ‘til I say.

Hold that shit.”

“ddd,”

she sobbed, fingers clawing my shoulders.

“I caaaan’t…”

“You can,”

I growled, dragging my hand up her back and wrapping it around her neck again.

“You will.”

Then I slowed it down just enough to lean into her ear.

“Let me ask you something.” She whimpered, barely holding on.

Another deep stroke.

Another cry from her lips.

“How you feel about babies?”

She froze under me—except her pussy, which gripped me even tighter like the question made her body scream yes before her mouth could. “W-what?”

“I said," I thrust slowly and hard, “how do you feel about babies?”

“! Why the… hell are you… fuuuuck… asking me that nowwww?”

I laughed low against her neck, biting her skin gently while she writhed under me, breath hitching and body losing rhythm.

“Because I need to know,”

I said, snapping my hips again.

She tried to fight it, but her mouth was hanging open again.

Tears in her eyes. Bottom lip trembling.

“You always wanted kids, huh?” I pushed.

She hesitated.

Barely.

Then whispered, “Yessss.”

“I know, sweetheart.”

I dipped my head, sucked her bottom lip into my mouth, and thrust.

“Let me feel you that shit go.”

Her whole body snapped.

Back arched.

Hands clawed at my skin. Mouth opened in a silent scream as the nut she’d been holding slammed through her like a wave, her pussy locking around me like it was tryna keep me. And I lost it right with her.

“Fuck… Honey! Goddamn… fuck, baby…”

I spilled into her, deep and hot, grinding slowly to make sure she took every drop.

We trembled against each other, sweat-slicked, breathing heavy, bodies pressed so close there wasn’t a space left between us.

I didn’t move. Just held her face in my hands while her eyes fluttered and her lips parted like she was trying to breathe through the aftershocks.

“You good?”

I asked, voice low.

She blinked, still floating.

“I… hate… you.”

I laughed, deep and satisfied.

“Nah, you don’t.”

Her lips curved.

“Okay, fine.

I fucking love you.

But not like… love-love. More like… love to hate how you make me feel.”

I pulled her closer and kissed her forehead, whispering, “I could work with that.”