Touch to Surrender by Cara Dee Read Free Book Online

stops, grabs one handful of my hair, grasps my shoulder with his other hand, and pulls me up. My back meets his chest with a muted sound, all while his cock pulses hotly inside me. He's close, I realize. "You're my little puppy, remember?" He nuzzles my neck, breathing harshly. I feel his chest's rapid movements and how he grinds deeper into my already-sore ass. "I'll keep you on a leash, baby boy; I'll make sure no one but me and Evangeline gets close to my property."
    I groan and turn my head, needing more contact. "Master," I mumble weakly.
    "That’s right," he whispers. "Call me that whenever you want me to take control. Understood?"
    "Yes, Sir—Master." I nod quickly and manage to reach his jaw for a kiss. Thankfully, he tilts his head so I get his lips. "Thank you." I exhale, more relief flooding me. "Thank you."
    "M y pleasure, I promise," he chuckles huskily. But humor aside, he drops a soft kiss on my shoulder and hugs me to him affectionately before pushing me down to the mattress again. "Hold on tight."
    I immediately grab on to the sheets, bracing myself for more merciless fucking, and I'm not disappointed. He delivers with his entire body. The kisses are back, now along my spine. He fists my leaking cock and strokes it hard, he uses his free hand to touch me all over, evoking goose bumps and shivers, and his moans and curses only add to it all.
    It's not long before I'm begging to come.
    "Not yet," he grunts. "Almost. Fuck —almost there, baby."
    Peering over my shoulder, I watch in a daze as he tips his head back, lost in excitement and concentration. Only a few seconds later, he sucks in a breath and screws his eyes shut. His thrusts become jerky and irregular, and I know he's coming. Heat surges deep inside me, and slick morphs into soaked with his release.
    "Come, Brayden," he grits out.
    Dropping my forehead to the pillow again, I let go of every thought that isn't centered on his cock filling my ass and his hand pumping my own cock. He keeps rocking into me, in the middle of his release, yet his hand working my dick doesn’t falter. When he tugs and twists and swipes the pad of his thumb over the head of me, smearing the arousal that has leaked out, I'm a goner.
    I cry out into the pillow as spurts of come begin to shoot out of my cock. With another twist, he gathers hot liquid from me and uses it as extra lube. At the same time, I feel him slowing down, gradually beginning to soften inside me.
    E ventually I collapse, still panting and shuddering from the aftereffects of the orgasm. In fact, as Mark gives my cock a final upstroke, he squeezes out a last little trickle of come before he slides his hand free from under me.
    "So fucking good," he pants.
    I nod and hum, but then I let out a noise of discomfort as he pulls out of me and drops his weight next to me. Christ, sore doesn’t begin to describe it. I'm also sleepy and hungry and in desperate fucking need of a shower. But getting out of this bed seems like mission impossible. Not even the wet spot under me makes me wanna move.
    "I could lie here all day." I yawn, instinctively moving toward Mark's body for comfort. Maybe that word isn't the right one; after all, I don’t need comforting, but whatever. I'm too spent to think clearly. With Mark lifting his arm for me, I snuggle close and hope sleep will take me.
    "Don’t fall asleep." He kisses my forehead. "We're gonna take a shower now, and then we'll meet up with Evangeline for lunch."
    I think I actually whine, but it could've just been in my head. "We can order in. I'm tired." Another yawn slips out and I kiss his chest before settling again. "I could use a couple hours of shut -eye."
    His chest rumbles with a chuckle. "Nice try, but we're gonna have an ecstatic girl on our hands once she finds out about us, and I fear for my furniture. Remember how she jumped on this bed just because I bought a new video camera after Thanksgiving?"
    I snort a laugh. "She'll probably pout and wonder why we