Page 75 of Savage Surrender
I groaned lightly as he fingered me, making me cream even more, wet and ready for him. “But we won’t livehereforever, will we?” I hated to sound ungrateful, but we’d need our own space. His penthouse would fit all three of us.
“No.” He sucked my other nipple, adding another finger into my entrance to stretch me and caress me deep inside. “We’ll leave once things are settled.”
“Settled?” I laughed once. “I don’t think I’m settling for you.”
He grinned, leaning up to crawl over me. After we kissed, grinding against each other until I worried he’d drag out this foreplay for too long, I almost begged for him to slide into me. I was young and new at this, overeager to race toward an orgasm. Under him, with his years of experience and expertise, he couldshow me how to be patient and wait. It felt like a punishment to wait, a disciplinary delay, but every time, he proved to me how the wait could make it all the sweeter and hotter.
“But will you marry me?” he asked, peering down at me.
His long dick nudged at my entrance. I ached for him there. My tits felt heavy and full with arousal running through my veins.
Yet, his question was what stole my breath.
“Marry you?” I asked, suspended in awe and shock that my dreams could be coming true.
“Yes. Will you”—he lined up his wide cockhead to my entrance—“marry me?” He slammed into me in one long, hard thrust. I moaned as he growled, both of us failing to stay quiet.
“Yes.” I kept my eyes closed, savoring the burn of the stretch.
“Sweetheart?” He waited to move, keeping his long thickness wedged in me. “Look at me. Open your eyes.”
I did, gazing up at him and wincing at the need for him to move.
He lowered his hand to rub at my clit, smiling wickedly and slowly. “Will you marry me?”
I nodded. “Yes,” I repeated. Reaching up for him, I urged him to lower so I could kiss him.
He bent, laying his hot lips on mine as he rocked into me. Steadily, smoothly, and without any indication that he’d ever want to stop.
“I’ll get you a ring,” he said between panted breaths.
“I don’t care. I just want you.”
“I’ll give you a baby.”
I kissed him harder, turned on by the thought of starting my own family with him after never having one before.
“I’ll give you everything you want, sweetheart, so long as you always surrender your heart to me.”
My pussy clenched as the first waves of my orgasm hit me. “You already have it. You already have me.”
“Then take me,” he growled, coming with me after another couple of deep and fast thrusts. “Because I will never stop loving you.”
“Yes.” More incoherent sounds and words left my lips as we both reached the pinnacle of pleasure and crashed. The scent of sex hung in the air, and as we slowed down, breathing so hard, our cum mixed on the sheets and glued us together.
After we came down from the high, lying together and nearly dozing off, I looked into his eyes and smiled sleepily. “I love you, Viktor Baranov.”
“And I love you, Irina.” He pulled me in for a long, tender kiss, squeezing my ass. “I can’t wait for you to be a Baranov too.”
Me neither.
I didn’t have to worry about killing my father anymore. Now that Maxim was safe with his real father and assuming a powerful one, no one could hurt him. There was no need to look back at all the bad times I’d suffered at the hands of my father. All I had to do now was look forward to the future, which would be so bright and full.
I’d found my family at last.