All Chapters of Surrender Under His Command : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Nicole hesitated for a moment. Mavin was wearing a t-shirt and tight jeans that emphasized the muscles of his chest and his youthful physique. He could tell she had been crying. He took her elbow as he welcomed her and ushered her inside. He led her to the sofa and asked, "Would you like something to drink?"Nicole shook her head as she sat down. "No thank you." She paused for a moment and then looked up at him. He could see the tears glistening in her eyes when she pleaded, "I really shouldn't be here, but there's no one else I can talk to about this."She started crying again and he sat down next to her and took her in his arms. She sagged gratefully against him as her body shook with sobs. Mavin made comforting sounds and caressed her shoulder and arm as she wept.Finally her crying slowed, but she stayed snuggled in his embrace. It felt so good to be held again. She slowly sank down and stretched out on the sofa with her head in his lap.While she was in his arms Mavin had fel

Nicole's normal verbal interactions during her infrequent lovemaking with her husband were soft moans and expressions of love. She had never been naughty or provocative, but now, stuffed with a fat cock, she was a hot slut, a quivering mass of sexual flesh taken to a base level. In fact, she didn't in any way resemble the quiet, conservative woman she had always been."Oh, yes, don't stop," Nicole begged. Suddenly her legs stiffened and her hands clawed at his shoulders. "OHHH YES! OH MY GOD YES! FUCK ME! DON'T STOP! FUCK ME GOOD!" she wailed, as her body was consumed by another powerful orgasm. Her legs kicked in the air and her pelvis slammed against Mavin's, her body meeting his with a resounding wet slap as she rose to welcome each thrust. Nicole almost threw him off her when her body convulsed and she exploded into climax again. "OHHH, OHHH YESSS!" She screamed until he leaned forward and covered her mouth with his, taking the sounds of her pleasure into his mouth as she writ

The night had blurred into a haze of sweat, cum, and raw need, but neither man was ready for it to end. After the brutal doggy-style pounding on the bed that left Kai’s hole leaking and his voice hoarse from screaming, Marcus flipped him onto his back again, eyes blazing with unquenched hunger. The bedroom smelled like sex—musk, lube, and the sharp tang of multiple loads. Shattered glass from the lamp still littered the floor near the door, but they didn’t care. This was their final chapter, and they were going to burn it into memory.“On your back, legs up,” Marcus commanded, voice a low, filthy rumble. Kai obeyed instantly, hooking his arms under his knees and spreading himself obscenely. His hole was already puffy and glistening with earlier cum, winking invitingly. Marcus grabbed the lube bottle, squeezing the last thick streams directly onto Kai’s wrecked entrance and his own massive, veined cock—still rock-hard and angry red, curving upward with need.He dropped down, burying hi

Elena lay sprawled on the leather couch, chest heaving, her body still twitching from the aftershocks of her second orgasm. Her pussy felt swollen and pulsing, leaking her juices down onto the cushion beneath her. Damien stood over her like a conqueror, his massive cock slick and glistening with her cream, veins bulging along the thick shaft. His eyes were dark with primal hunger, a wicked smirk playing on his lips as he watched her try to catch her breath.“Get up,” he commanded, voice low and rough. “On all fours. I’m not even close to finished ruining that greedy little cunt.”She whimpered but obeyed instantly, rolling onto her hands and knees. Her ass, still glowing red from his earlier spanking, pushed up high in invitation. The position made her feel utterly exposed—her dripping pussy and tight little asshole on full display for him.Damien circled her slowly, his hand trailing possessively over her back, down her spine, and across her sore ass cheeks. He gave her a sharp smack

The drive to the private airport was thick with tension. Elena sat beside Damien in the back of the sleek black SUV, her pencil skirt riding high on her thighs, the crotchless lace lingerie keeping her swollen, cum-leaking pussy constantly exposed and aching. Every bump in the road made her shift, the sheer fabric teasing her sensitive clit. Damien’s hand rested possessively on her knee, fingers occasionally sliding higher under her skirt to brush her dripping folds, but he never gave her more. Just enough to keep her throbbing and denied.At the airport, the private jet waited. Damien guided her up the stairs with a firm hand on her lower back, his touch burning through her blouse. Once inside the luxurious cabin, he pulled her close before takeoff.“Behave yourself on this flight, secretary,” he whispered hotly against her ear, his breath sending shivers down her spine. “Or I’ll have you kneeling in the aisle with my cock down your throat the entire way.”The flight to Tokyo was lon