Page 152 of Dark Surrender

With an excited little gasp, my woman wraps her legs around my waist as I push the gusset of her shorts to the side. Of course, she’s not wearing any panties. The glide into her already wet pussy is goddamn heaven as I take her next to the sink filled with roses for a wedding she’s making centerpieces for.

“Dark,” she moans, and sure, I could ask her to be quiet, but I won’t. Her employee is working the front, and it’ll do that motherfucker some good to hear my woman cry out in pleasure given from me, her fiancé, on my cock. I don’t give a damn what anyone says about his sexuality, that man is obsessed with what’s mine, and I don’t share. To drive that point home, I grip Iris’s lush hips and slam my dick into her slick heat, where it belongs.

Clinging to me, my woman tries to bury her mouth at my throat, to muffle her noises, but I don’t let her. Gripping the back of Iris’s neck, I bring her lips to mine.

“I wanna hear you come,” I grit, fucking the most beautiful, wrecked sobs right outta her.

The sudden gasp of Iris’s employee is music to my ears as he catches us and mutters a string of apologies before he fucks off. Iris is too caught up in us that she doesn’t even notice, and damn if that doesn’t make me feel ten feet tall.

Yanking the edge of her tank top down, I release one of my woman’s glorious tits and suck it into my mouth.

“I’m gonna come,” she moans, digging her heels into the top of my ass, trying to ride me.

I hum around her nipple and angle my hips just right to push her over the edge. On cue, Iris shudders violently and moans so fuckin’ beautifully as she strangles my shaft. My eyes slam shut as she milks the orgasm from my balls. I blank out for but a moment, my legs lock, and my abs tighten as I fill her, wishing deep down I could do a whole lot more… like breed her and watch her belly swell with my baby. But we’re not doin’ that. I’m too old, and that’s not our path. Which I guess is a good thing I got snipped then, huh?

Blowing out a heavy breath, I peck her on the lips and pull back just far enough to watch cum drip from her smooth slit. Little bits dribble to the floor as we both attempt to catch our breath.

Iris’s smile is stunning as she fixes her top. “That was unexpected.” She giggles.

“I needed you.”

“And you have me.” Iris reaches out, and I take her hand, lift her fingers to my lips, and kiss each one slowly, my eyes on hers. They’re soft around the edges, sated.

“What do you need from me today?” I want to help. She’s got work to do, and I don’t wanna sit around like a bum just waiting for her to get home when I could be doing shit for us.

“To get Lil’s room around.”

“You’re sure you want to use your extra bedroom for her?”

“I want to use our extra bedroom for her. Yes. Sal also needs more toys.”

“Do you want me to get them or for all of us to pick ‘em up after we go to the pool tomorrow?” I ask, in case she wants to do this together.

“Are you sure you want me to… go?”

“Yes. Why wouldn’t I?”

“People stare.” Iris runs a hand over her bald head. “They’re gonna stare even more if my back is exposed.”

“Then let them. I have more scars than you now, sweetheart.” Like I give a fuck what people think of my woman. She’s perfect. If they can’t see that, then they’re the ones with the problem. Not me.

“I know. But… You’re hot.” Iris gives me a once-over that fucks with my heart.

Christ. I can’t believe this woman’s mine.

“And so are you.”

Iris pulls a face, and I hate it. I hate that she doesn’t see her beauty as I do. It doesn’t matter if she doesn’t have any hair, literally anywhere, or that her back is littered with scars from a fucking prick who I’m glad is dead, or I’d murder him myself.

She’s Iris.

My Iris.

Knowing I can’t win this battle, I slot myself between her thighs, cup her cheeks, and kiss her soundly on the mouth. “We want you with us,” I whisper. “Always.”

Her answering sigh deflates her shoulders as she stops holding the entire fucking world on them. We’re in this together.

“Okay.” She nods.