Page 120 of His Surrender

I turn toward him. “Dean⁠—”

Before I can finish, he cups my face and kisses me. It’s the kind of kiss that feels like he’s reassuring himself I’m really there.

When he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against mine.

“I didn’t like him looking at you.”

He pulls me off my seat and positions me on his lap. I have to pull my dress up to spread my thighs that far.

Without a second thought, he grabs the straps of my dress and pulls them down until my breasts pop out.

A deep, guttural growl escapes from his throat. “Mine.”

He leans forward and sucks a nipple into his mouth. My head falls back immediately.

“Oh God,” I moan at the rush of sensations.

He pulls back and looks up at me. “You’re mine, Aubrey.” His eyes search mine for a beat. “Say it. Tell me you’re mine.”

I move my hips back and forth on top of him, feeling his length hardening underneath me. “I’m yours.”

I’ve never spoken truer words. I’ve always been his.

He puts his hand on his belt and fumbles around until his dick is free. Then he reaches under my dress and pulls the fabric of my panties until they tear.

“Now ride my cock.” His fingers grip my hips hard enough that I know they’ll leave a bruise. “Show me that you’re mine.”

Hearing him desperately needing me to prove that I’m his has my heart beating out of my chest. I slide down his dick, and we both freeze for a moment in time, adjusting to the feeling.

He is so thick and long that even though it’s been weeks of having sex, I still have to adjust every time.

I start to ride him hard and fast. Our lips find each other’s, but we don’t kiss. We just breathe in the same air as our bodies come together.

The lights of Manhattan pass us by, but all I can do is feel him inside of me.

I start to feel my orgasm working its way out as all the nerve endings in one area feel like they burst and spread throughout my entire body.

“Yes,” Dean groans into my mouth. “Come all over my cock. Make me come inside your tight pussy.”

His words make my orgasm feel like it multiplies in intensity. Then I feel his dick begin to move inside of me as he pumps his release.

My body falls on top of his as every single muscle of mine seems to relax like I just got a three-hour massage.

I know I told him that we just needed to keep this casual and not overthink it, but I was wrong.

There is nothing casual about this.

I am completely and hopelessly in love with this man and his little girl.

Warning bells try to sound in my head, but I push them away.

Because I want this moment. I want all the moments I can have with Dean, whether or not they will eventually break me.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

DEAN

My phone almost never rings anymore.