Sweetest Surrender Novels & Stories

The surrender was the ultimate freedom. My climax gathered like a storm, unavoidable, immense. I could feel my inner muscles beginning to flutter wildly around him, a frantic, rhythmic pulse. “Jake… I’m gonna… I’m gonna come…” “Come,” he commanded, his voice a guttural roar. “Come on my cock. Let me feel you lose it.” That was all it took. The storm broke.

Left me trembling, desperate, broken open with nothing but the ghost of his fingers and that goddamn voice telling me I’d have to earn it. It was cruel. It was perfect. And when he finally touched me again—when he let me come—it didn’t feel like release. It felt like surrender. He whispered in my ear while I shattered: “That’s it, baby. Give it up. You’re mine now.” And I did. I gave it all up. My control. My pride. My name. All of it, unraveling in his hands like thread he already owned. And the sickest part? I loved it.

“Getting warmer. But the bidding must go higher. I want everything. What is your final offer?” I took a deep, shuddering breath. This was it. The ultimate act of surrender. “I offer my will,” I said, my voice trembling with emotion. “I offer my mind, my body, my soul. I offer to be your toy, your slave, your thing. I offer to give up everything I am, to become nothing but what you want me to be. I offer to be your masterpiece, to be used and displayed and marked as you see fit. I offer my complete and utter surrender. Not just for tonight. But forever. That is my final bid.”

She tasted even sweeter than she smelt, her sweetness driving him crazier with each second that passed. He knew the moment she let go, the moment she reached the apex of that height. It wasn't just by the strangled moan that erupted from her lips, or the clenching of her muscles so tightly it almost made it impossible for him to keep thrusting his tongue into her vagina. It was her whole body which surrendered to the ultimate power of the orgasm. The beautiful surrender of her mind and body to the intense feeling of the climax that claimed her whole. It was that total voluntary way with which she gave in to the power she couldn't fight, didn't attempt to fight. Her lips parted, her beautiful

“I want you to come for me.” Maxim continued his intimate assault, pleasuring her with his lips, his tongue, as he whispered exciting, erotic words. He pushed one finger into her tight passage and moved it in rhythm with his tongue. A moan rose in her throat and she couldn’t do anything to stop the needy sound from escaping. “Let go, Misha… You can, tesoro… I’ve got you.” Her mind blanked, all thoughts of control, all of her worries, falling away. And she really could only feel. She felt as if she was reaching for something beautiful that shimmered before her, just out of reach.

Soft music from the hidden speakers echoed across the room but couldn’t hide the hushed whispers and excited giggles from the ladies seated in front. Today was the day. The beautiful bride walked up to the altar trembling with anticipation and determination and her father right beside her; this was the day she had been waiting for. Even as she was serious, she couldn’t help but take glances at the decor that Beverly had chosen. It was beautiful. As she let go of her father’s hand, Arya went up to the altar and stood in front of Ryker, her bridesmaids behind her.

He whispered . " I will " I spoke slowly , " I know " He whispered back . But his eyes kept me captive , I was breathing heavily , my stomach doing weird flips . " Why are doing this ?" I asked . My hand was grabbed swiftly while I was turned around , My back now pressed tight against his chest , his hand on mine while I held my on hand with the knife to my neck . " I can't let you leave Eve " I struggle but I couldn't . I stepped on his foot but he didn't budge . I elbow his stomach making his hold on me loose but he grabbed my waist in no time pulling me into him again .

he said, “Come for me.” I surrendered to my climax. Letting my cries of ecstasy echo around the Bridal Suite. On and on my orgasm washed through me, every nerve twitching in bliss and my pussy clamping around his hard cock. “Oh my God. Oh my God.” I pressed my cheek against his hair, holding him close. “Oh God.” As my climax waned I realised Ricky hadn’t come. “You made me come so hard.” He smiled and kissed me. “Good.” “And now…how about you.”

“Is he related to Starlight?” “No, Ma’am. This was actually purchased by Madame Consuelo in Cavite. It was supposed to be a gift for you on your 21st birthday. However, she didn’t give it to you on your actual birthday because it couldn’t be brought to the hotel. Madame really searched for a color similar to Starlight because she knows how much you loved your previous horse,” he explained while brushing Ace’s head. If I already regretted what I did before, it’s even worse now. It’s like my conscience slaps me every day because of the wrong decision I made.

Then there was only darkness, consciousness. At the sound of soft music flowing from the surround system, Beyoncé’s Dangerously In Love, I opened my eyes. Nelly was standing at the end of the bed, stark naked, a small packet glinting in his hand. "You vibrate like a fucking cell phone when you're about to come. That's...sexy as hell.” And it was freaking amazing! Damn, I want to do that again. And again. And again. I gave him a satiated grin.