Page 143 of Dark Surrender

On his knees, Dark grips my hips. Fingers sink into flesh. His nostrils flare as he stills, and his cock bucks inside me.

“I love you so fuckin’ much.” His words reach my soul and melt all the broken bits back together.

“I love you too.”

A lone tear slips from the corner of his eye, and Dark swipes it away with the back of his hand as he smiles with only part of his mouth working as it should. “Fuck. I’ve been dyin’ to hear you say that,” he chokes.

It’s true. I love him. I wish I had said it before. But he’s here now.

Needing him with me, I wave him closer, and Dark lowers himself, chest to bare chest, heart to heart, lips to lips.

He brushes his mouth over mine. “Are you ready to come on my cock, sweetheart?”

I lick his top lip and hiss a wanton, “Yes.”

Gliding a hand down my side, Dark slips it beneath me and grips my ass. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he fits perfectly in the cradle there.

A hiss of pleasure vibrates against my lips as Dark withdraws his cock to the tip and, in one glorious thrust, buries himself. We moan. My walls clench. But he doesn’t stop. On and on, my man claims what’s his. My nails dig into his shoulders and my heels into his ass.

“Fuck,” he grunts, burying his face in my throat.

Pleasure coils tighter, and I sink my teeth into his arm and lose my breath.

“That’s it. You’re close.”

I am…

My walls clamp around Dark’s member as I come. My screams are muffled by his arm as I writhe, and his broken moans reverberate against my throat. Wetness floods my center as his cock bucks, filling me. Loving this, my pussy clamps around his girth, and he triggers another orgasm. Tinier. Warmer. It flows outward, tingling from my toes to my fingertips. It’s beautiful. He’s beautiful.

Lost in the moment, tears leak from the corners of my eyes, down the side of my face. They soak into the comforter. A knot of emotion swells in my throat as Dark looms above me. His eyes meet mine, and I expect to see concern there, to ruin the moment with these silly tears, but his smile is gentle and loving. He leans in to kiss the wetness away, and my stomach shudders as a soft sob is set free.

“Shhhh,” Dark whispers, brushing his lips across mine. “It’s okay. I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere.” Slowly, he sits back and slips his half-erect cock from my center. Wetness rushes out, and I don’t know why, but it … it makes me cry even more. I can’t help it. The quiet tears carry on, as the man I thought I lost rubs his hands up and down my thighs before lowering himself between my legs. His hot breath heats my middle, and when his tongue swipes my clit, my back arches off the bed and a startled cry of pleasure echoes through our bedroom.

“Dark,” I gasp.

“Just feel this. Feel me. Let me clean you.” Taking my hand, he sets it upon his head, and I do feel him. Dark’s tongue laps my clit before circling my center, where he takes care of me, cleaning up the mess he made. A low, hungry groan vibrates in his chest as he slowly eats me. It’s delicious, the build, the hum of his delight against my most sensitive bits. He takes his time, indulging. His breath is hot. His moans are even hotter as they grow, and when he shifts and flattens himself to the bed, he ruts against the sheets.

“Fuck. You’re gonna make me come again,” Dark breathes.

And I want that. I want him to come for me. Again.

It doesn’t take long for him to spill all over our bed.

It’s perfect. His delicious noises, his touch.

When he reaches my clit to give it a final kiss, I hold him there, wanting a little more. Dark doesn’t disappoint. He sucks her like it’s all he was born to do, and when I come, a sudden rush of fluid bathes his face as my eyes roll into the back of my skull and everything goes hot white.

Dark

Drinking down my woman’s offering, I get off on her cum. It soaks the bed and me, and damn if that’s not the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Iris grabs her big tits and jackknifes off the bed as her mouth rounds in a silent scream.

When she’s through, I don’t bother cleaning up again. My face is a mess, and our bedsheets need to be washed, but that’s for us to worry about later. I’m home. I’m with her. She just shared herself with me, and only me.

Scooping her up, I prop my back against the headboard and hold Iris on my lap. Her temple rests on my shoulder as I hold her through what will be another emotional moment. I know it. She came hard. Probably harder than she ever has. I’ve seen women crack open when they do, and I won’t let her go through this alone.

Once she returns to reality, the torrential downpour follows. Shaking like a leaf, Iris clings to me. Sure, my cock is still hard, but I don’t give a damn. I take her onslaught of slaps to the chest and emotional upheaval. I deserve it. I want it. As long as I have her, naked in my lap, that’s all I give a fuck about.

“Why did you have to do that?” she sobs.