Surrender To Me

I kiss her neck and slide my hands underneath her shirt, groaning when I cup her perky tits in my hands. Her nipples are rock hard and when I give them a little pinch, she moans so loudly I have to stop.

“I can either finger your pussy and play with your tits while you cum, or I can finger your pussy and stifle your screams with my other hand. Which do you prefer?” I ask, nibbling on her earlobe.

“Fuck,” she whispers. “I want it all.”

I smile against her skin. “So you’re a greedy girl?” “Yes, very greedy,” she agrees in a breathy whisper.

“Good.”

I give her nipple another hard pinch as I slide my other hand underneath her yoga pants and panties. She spreads her knees wider, eager for me to be inside her, and this time it’s me whispering a sharp, “Fuck!” when I feel how smooth and wet she is. Her bald little pussy feels a thousand times better than I’d even imagined it would. My hand is instantly soaked, and when I slide a finger in between her folds, she reaches her arms up and grabs onto my head, running her fingers through my hair.

She’s so fucking tight that one finger feels like I’m stretching her to the max. I can’t imagine how she’s going to take my cock, but I know she definitely will. There’s no way in hell I’m not going to claim this little virgin pussy in every way imaginable.

I let my teeth graze across her skin while I massage her tit and bring my finger up to her swollen clit. All it takes is a couple of firm rubs before she’s cumming hard against me, rocking her hips and trying her damnedest to not scream. I give her shoulder a soft bite and her nipple a hard pinch, drawing out her orgasm until she’s gasping and her limbs go soft.

“I hope you’re not satisfied with just one,” I tease, licking the crook of her neck. “Because I’m not even close to being done with you.” She laughs and turns her head so she can look at me.

“I’ll never be satisfied with just one.”

The I just came hard is a good look on her, and I decide right then and there that my new mission in life is to make sure she always looks like this.

“Let’s see how much my girl can take then,” I say with a wicked grin before pressing my mouth to hers and sliding my tongue inside while doing the same with my finger.

Her pussy immediately clamps down on me as I fuck her with my finger. I keep my hand pressed tightly against her, rubbing her clit with the palm of my hand. Her kiss turns hungrier. She bucks against me, whimpering into my mouth, and when she cums again, I swallow her screams, never letting up on her clit so she’s immediately cumming again.

“Fuck,” she whimpers against my lips, panting and dazed. Her eyes are glazed over, and her muscles start to shake as I very slowly rub her clit in tight circles.

“I don’t know if I can take any more,” she says with a lazy smile.

In her euphoria, she gives a small giggle, and it’s the cutest damn thing I’ve ever heard.

I lift her top with my free hand and lean her back enough for me to bring my mouth to her tit. Looking up at her, I run my tongue over her hard nipple, making her gasp.

“Are you sure you can’t take any more?” I ask, flicking her with my tongue.

She gives me a big grin. “I changed my mind.”

“You did?” I close my mouth around her tit and give her nipple a hard suck.

She groans and grabs onto my head, keeping me pressed tightly against her.

“Yes,” she moans. “I want you to make me cum. Please make me cum, Luc.”

I love the way she says my name and the way her fingers are digging into my skull. She’s eager and greedy for more, never taking her eyes off me as I kiss and suck on her tit. Rubbing her clit faster, I give her nipple a soft bite and suck hard when I feel her body tense. She holds my gaze as the orgasm hits her, letting me see her in this vulnerable moment, and I love her even more for this gift she’s giving me. I stretch the orgasm out because I’m enjoying the show too damn much to let it end. By the time I stop, she’s gasping, sweaty, and so damn weak it’s only my arms around her that’s keeping her upright.

Sliding my hand out of her pants, I lick and suck it clean, growling at the taste of her. I don’t know how in the hell I’ve managed to keep my cock in my pants, but it’s not happy about it. She wiggles her ass against me which doesn’t make my situation any easier to bear, but it’s worth it just to feel her against me.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“What about you?” she asks.

“What about me?”

“Don’t you need to cum, too?”

She reaches a hand down and rests it on my cock.

“You’re so big, bigger than I ever thought anyone could get.” I can’t help but smile at her words and the awe in her voice.

“It’s all because of you,” I say, kissing the top of her head. I gently move her hand from my cock and position her so I’m cradling her in my arms and she’s resting her head on my chest.

“You need to get some sleep, though. I’ll be fine.”

“But-”

I cut her off and whisper against her skin, “Natalie, I want nothing more than to bury my cock deep inside you and fuck you for hours, but I’m trying to restrain myself because we’re not alone. Please, just let me hold you while you sleep. I promise I’ll be fine.” I wrap my arms tighter around her and add, “For now.”

She snuggles against me and lets out a happy sigh when I bring the blanket up to cover us and kiss her forehead goodnight. Her body is so exhausted that it only takes a few minutes before her breathing is even and slow and she’s back in a deep sleep.

I know I need to put her in her own seat, but I can’t bring myself to let go of her. Her small body fits against mine so perfectly, like she was made just for me. God, I’m in way over my head with her. Now that I’ve touched her, tasted her, felt her cum in my arms, I’ll never be able to go on without her. I have to make her mine, fully and forever. There’s no other option. I just hope she feels the same way about me and that it’s not just some silly crush on her best friend’s dad. Stroking her back, I look out the window, studying the darkness outside while Natalie sleeps soundly against my chest.

Hopefully, by the time we land in Paris, my cock will have gone down enough so I can at least walk off the jet without too noticeable of a bulge.

NATALIE

I wake up in my own seat, and I have to bite back the disappointment. Annette is just coming out of the bathroom, and before she gets to us, I feel a soft brush of fingers along my forearm. I would have thought last night was just a very vivid, very perfect dream if it wasn’t for the heated look in Luc’s eyes. He gives me a sexy wink and a wicked grin, making my whole body turn to mush again.

The memory of last night’s orgasms comes washing over me, and all I can think about is how I want more. Seeing the flush on my face has his eyes turning even darker, and I’d give anything if we could be alone.

“How much longer do we have?” Annette asks, plopping in the chair across from me, completely oblivious to how aroused her dad has just made me.

“We should be landing very soon,” Luc says.

When I look outside it’s still dark, but I can tell dawn isn’t too far off. I’m so excited to see France that I can hardly sit still. Wanting to have everything ready when we land, I hurry up and use the bathroom. I change into a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and hurry up and brush my teeth. I’ve just gotten back to my seat when the pilot announces that we need to buckle up for the landing.

I shoot Luc an excited grin, wishing I could crawl into his lap again.

“I hope you love France as much as I do,” he says.

I stare into his beautiful brown eyes and say, “I already do.”

The landing is, thankfully, smooth and uneventful. When I step outside the jet, I take in my first lungful of French air and hear Luc laugh behind me. I know I’m being silly, but I don’t care. I’m in France!

I’m surprised when I hear is voice very close to my ear. “I love how enthusiastic you are, my little one.”

It’s like an erotic embrace, and I find myself unconsciously leaning into him. It also doesn’t escape my notice that he called me his little one, and that makes me happier than I can put into words. He dances his fingers along my spine before sliding them under my shirt so he can trace a path along the bare skin of my lower back.

“I look forward to seeing that same enthusiasm when we fuck.”

I let out a soft groan at his words and the confident way in which he says them. Not if we fuck, but when. I’d happily let him bend me over right here on the tarmac, but that might earn us a few odd looks, especially from Annette who’s staring back at me wondering what’s taking us so long.

We walk to another waiting car and slip into the back as the driver loads up our bags. Since Luc travels to France so often, he keeps an apartment in Paris, and that’s where we’ll be staying. I can’t wait to get a glimpse of his life here. I want to know everything about him.

Annette laughs at me when I practically press my face against the window, not wanting to miss a thing as we leave the airport. Even though it’s still so early, I’m still able to see all the amazing buildings with their old architecture. The city is beautiful, and I feel like I’ve stepped back in time a bit. I’m suddenly hungry to know everything about this place. I want this to feel like home, I realize as I press my fingers against the window.

“Wow,” I say when we pull up to a gorgeous stone building with black iron balconies, many of them overflowing with flower boxes blooming with gorgeous purple, blue, and yellow flowers.

I’m awestruck by the sight of this place and feel very much like a country girl being brought to the city for the first time. Sticking close to Annette, I follow them inside, and we ride the elevator to one of the upper floors. Stepping out, I follow them to the apartment on the end and try very hard to hide my shock when I step into the most beautiful apartment I’ve ever seen.

There are large windows spaced out over the entire far wall and a set of French doors that lead out to a black iron balcony. I walk to them and look out over the early morning view. When I spot the Eiffel Tower, I laugh and point happily out the window.

“I can see the Eiffel Tower!” I practically squeal.

Annette rolls her eyes good naturedly and Luc gives me a sweet smile, coming to join me by the window.

“It looks even better at night,” he says, opening the French doors and placing his hand on my back to lead me out on the balcony with him.

Paris is fully awake now, and noises from the bustling city rise up to us.

I spread my arms and laugh at how beautiful it all is.

“This is amazing!” I say with a grin.

“I’m so glad you like it,” he says.

“Dad, they’re here with our bags,” Annette hollers out to us. “I’ve left the tip by the door. Can you make sure they get it?” “Sure,” Annette calls on her way to answer the door.

Luc takes the opportunity lean in and kiss me. It’s quick but fierce, and when he pulls away, my head is spinning and my panties are wet. God, he drives me crazy. Will my body always react like this to him?

“I’ve been wanting to do that for hours,” he whispers against my lips before stepping back and leaning against the balcony railing.

I don’t think he’s going to speak again, but then he looks at me and says, “I need to talk to you, Natalie.”