Sweetest Surrender Novels & Stories

Elena's hand reached around to rub her clit, Jake's mouth on her neck, sucking marks into her skin. Samantha came harder than ever, her vision blurring, body convulsing between them. Waves crashed through her, her walls pulsing around both intrusions. She screamed, a raw sound coming out from her throat while tears spilled out from her eyes. Jake followed, spilling inside her pussy, hot and thick. Elena thrust through her own climax, the harness rubbing her clit. They collapsed in a heap, breaths ragged, bodies sticky with sweat and cum. Samantha lay there, sandwiched, knowing she'd replay this forever.

He hands me a clipboard first for my signature, then the beautiful bouquet of roses. "Thank you." The guy leaves, leaving me alone; I sit back down as I breathe in the scent of the roses. I look for something to tell me who could have sent them. Then I find the card, pick it up, and read what’s inside. "Do you know what the most beautiful part of today was? Having to swallow every word I said to you while I made you MINE. I can't stop thinking about you. Kisses. W." And with just that, my heart stops...

I sob his name, an anchor in the deluge. "Come with me," he orders, begs. "Now." Kassian Hearing her sob my name is the straw that breaks the camel's back. I feel her contract around me, her body stiffening, her face transforming with pure ecstasy. The sight of her total surrender, her pleasure born from me, from my possession… it's too much. I thrust one last time, deeply, and let myself be carried away in turn. The detonation is absolute. It tears me from myself, pulverizes every thought, every premeditation. I empty myself into her in violent spasms, growling her name like a pagan prayer. It is more than an orgasm. It is a surrender. My own.

“I got it wrong with Isabella. I’m terrified I’ll get it wrong with you. But I’m asking you to let me try—to witness you instead of saving you. To let me be your husband, not your hero.” The screen goes dark. Zara lets out a shaky breath. “Okay. Damn it. That was good. I hate that it was good.” “He’s learning,” I whisper. “He better keep learning,” she mutters. Margot clears her throat. “Now. The dress.” The gown isn’t what I expected. No excessive drama. No trends. Just silk and lace, strength and softness perfectly balanced. “It’s called Surrender,” Margot says. “Designed for women who’ve fought too long and earned their soft ending.”

"Ms. Valenti, congratulations. You have passed the screening for the confidential experiment. If you join the program, you'll need to travel to Silvercrest, and your domestic identity will be erased. Are you willing to participate?" I had planned to refuse. Lorenzo had always loved me as if I were his entire world, and at that moment, I was carrying his child. I had thought we would finally have a peaceful, happy family. But it seemed that was no longer true. Once the dancer finished her routine, Lorenzo's men called for her to stay and have fun with them.

"Blaze, you called me your... fiancée?" Blaze's eyes flickered before he regained his composure. He explained, "It was a desperate measure to make them give up completely." I acknowledged, feeling a mix of disappointment and relief. "However..." He changed the subject as he gazed intently at me. "If you're willing, it can become a reality anytime." My heart pounded uncontrollably again. I lowered my head, too scared to meet his eyes. "I… I need time." "Okay, I'll take you home."

Pamela. Her name echoed in his mind like a prayer. At first, she had been nothing more than a distraction, a way to satisfy his cravings, a grave to bury the emptiness of his marriage beneath rough hands and muffled moans-just a simple fucktoy. But that last time- the way she’d trembled beneath him, the way her lips had tasted like surrender..and something sweeter-it had unraveled him. He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “what the hell is happening to me?”

He was on the verge of losing control. “Please,” she said, looking at his lips and licking hers. “I can be all yours, you know!” “Penny… I…” Penny raised her head and pressed her lips on his. And Bradley froze for a second. Then, unconsciously, he moved his lips. He just could not overcome that little temptation beneath him. “Just don't blame me for this when you are finally sober,” he muttered. Without warning, he pinned her hands above her head and kissed her passionately. He rubbed his lower body on hers, and they both groaned in pleasure.

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Their lips locked in each other and their tongues connected, Barbara let out a soft moan. The young Gillian gently stroked her back with his left hand and went down to her waist, placing them on her waist holding it firmly. Barbara let out a soft moan again, she really desired that her husband could stand on his feet. With his right hand, he gently touched her boobs and squeezed her nipples. Mrs. Barbara Gillian let out a loud moan; she could not take it anymore, she was burning inside. “Take me, I am yours”, she whispered into the young Gillian’s ears. He stopped kissing her, “you know I cannot do more than this, you have to keep to the agreement with your father”.