Page 32 of Twisted Surrender


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“I know what you were doing today. Watching me, licking those lips and walking around the station with that short skirt. I wanted nothing more than to slide my hand up it. I bet you wanted that too, didn’t you?”

She shrugs. “I wouldn’t have told you no.”

“Is that right?”

“That’s right, Chief Hunter.”

I laugh low, a warning tone behind it that only makes her burn hotter. I can see it. Her body is pulling toward mine. “You’re good at making me hard.” She bites her lip and watches my hand as I rub myself through my pants. “Sit on the couch, Miss O’Malley.”

She does as she’s told, crossing her legs so her skirt rises even higher, showing off that silky smooth skin of hers.

Standing from my chair, I adjust myself as I walk toward her. She eyes my cock through my pants and then lazily drags her eyes up my body until they meet mine.

Coming to a stop in front of her, I run my hand along her cheek and down to her throat, lightly circling it. My size is a non factor to her. Anyone else and I would be imposing, but she likes when I stand above her.

With my fingers grazing her throat, I slip my thumb into her mouth. She closes those pretty pink lips around it and sucks. “I think about these lips all day.” My cock instantly gets harder. She flicks the tip of my thumb in her mouth and I hiss through my teeth.

I withdraw my finger and step back. “Take your shirt off. I want to see what you wore for me.”

She grabs the hem of her shirt and pulls it over her head, her hair falling all around her, and lets the shirt fall to the ground. I ache to touch her. I step up and push my pointer and middle finger into her mouth. I stroke her tongue and she looks up at me, eyes wide with lust, spit dripping from her lips. I catch it with my palm and wipe from her chin, encouraging her to spit into my hand.

“You listen well, Miss O’Malley.”

Being here with her, it’s been too long and I’m fucking dying to slam into her. But this is where we thrive. This trusting push and pull, she lets me be me, take charge and take what I need from her because she knows I’ll give her back more than double.

I yank the lace bra down and watch her full tits fall out. I wipe the spit all over her, tugging on her nipples. She moans at my touch. I smack her tit, and it jiggles. Her moan makes me want to slap it again, making it red. A sense of superiority washes over me as I watch her wiggle around on the couch.

“Are you okay, Red? Is your boss making you wet?” I undo my belt and throw it to the floor.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” I pull my shirt from my pants and yank it over my head, then undo my button and step out of my pants, leaving me in only my boxer briefs.

“Yes, boss. You’re making me wet.”

“Stick your tongue out.“ She does while looking at me with those big green eyes.

“Remind me how well you can suck my dick.”

Her mouth drops open, and she leans forward while placing her hands behind her back. I don’t even need to tell her, and she already knows what turns me on. Her tits are begging for me to grab. She brings her hands around to pull my boxers off, but I stop her.

“No hands.”

I drop my boxers to the floor, smiling at the way her eyes flare at my size. It will never get old. How she makes me feel like I’m king of the world. I step forward, right into her face, and slide my hands down her back while she takes me down her throat. I allow her to play for a moment before I take over.

The noises she makes, the spit pouring out of her mouth, all spur me on.

“Fuck, Daisy. You’re so perfect at this. Just keep taking me good.”

She bobs on me, the spit running down her face and my balls. Pulling her close to me by the back of her head, she gags but deepthroats me like a pro.

“Mm. You make me feel so fucking good, Red.”

I pull out from her mouth. I ache to finish, but the need to play with her first is strong. It’s been too many hours since we’ve had each other and I need to get my fill. I urge her to lean back on the couch, pinching her nipples as she presents them to me. She moans, dropping her head back. I lean in, licking around her nipple. Biting it. Sucking it.

I pull back and slap her tit again.

“Not yet. You don’t get to come yet.”

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