Chapter 135 EQUAL SURRENDER
Chapter 135 EQUAL SURRENDER
CHAPTER 135
CHARLOTTE
Dorian was still half-hard inside me when I pushed at his chest.
He let me roll him onto his back without resistance, watching me with dark, curious eyes.
I straddled his hips, the thick length of him still wet from both of us.
My thighs burned from how hard he’d just fucked me, but the need hadn’t faded. If anything, it had only sharpened.
I reached down, wrapped my fingers around him, and guided the head back to my entrance.
He was still slick enough that I sank down easily, taking every inch in one slow drop until my ass rested against his thighs.
The stretch pulled a low moan from both of us at the same time.
“Fuck,” he breathed, hands settling on my hips. “Just like that.”
I didn’t move right away. I stayed seated fully on him, adjusting to the angle, feeling him pulse inside me. My hands braced on his chest.
His skin was hot under my palms, heart still racing from the last round. I rolled my hips in a small, experimental circle.
The friction dragged over that sensitive place inside me and made my breath hitch.
Dorian’s fingers dug into my waist. “Charlotte—”
“Quiet,” I said, voice still rough. “You had your turn. Now watch.”
I lifted myself until only the head of his cock stayed inside, then dropped back down hard. The wet slap of my body meeting his filled the room.
He cursed under his breath. I did it again, slower this time, controlling the pace, taking him deep on every descent. My thighs trembled with the effort, but I didn’t stop.
His hands tried to guide me faster. I caught his wrists and pinned them to the mattress the same way he had done to me earlier. His eyes flashed with surprise, then dark hunger.
“You’re going to let me ride this cock the way I want,” I told him, rolling my hips again. “And you’re going to stay still and take it.”
A muscle in his jaw flexed. He could have flipped me in a second. We both knew it. Instead he stayed exactly where I put him, cock throbbing inside me while I used him.
I started a steady rhythm—up slow, down hard—grinding forward every time I bottomed out so my clit rubbed against him.
My head tipped back. Soft, broken sounds left my mouth with every drop of my hips.
“That’s it,” he growled, watching where our bodies joined. “Fuck yourself on me. Show me how much you need this.”
I released one of his wrists so I could brace better and pick up speed. The wet sounds grew louder. My breasts bounced with every movement.
His free hand came up and cupped one, thumb brushing over the tight nipple. The extra sensation made me clench around him.
“Dorian—ahh—”
“Say my name again.” His voice was pure gravel. “I want to hear it while you soak my cock.”
I rode him harder, thighs burning, the angle perfect. Every downward thrust forced a moan out of me.
The bond flared bright between us, no fog, no distance—just heat and the raw fact of him filling me over and over.
“I’m close, Dorian,” I gasped.
“Then come.” He thrust up to meet me for the first time, the sudden force making my vision spark. “Come all over me while I watch.”
The orgasm hit hard and suddenly. My rhythm broke. I ground down against him, shaking, walls pulsing around his cock as pleasure rolled through me in deep waves.
I moaned his name through it, hands braced on his chest, body locked tight around him.
He didn’t let me recover.
The second I started to slow, his hands gripped my hips hard and he started thrusting up into me from below.
The overstimulation made me cry out. I could only hold on while he fucked up into my still-clenching body, chasing his own release.
“Take it,” he snarled. “Take every drop.”
He buried himself to the hilt and came with a guttural groan, hips jerking as he filled me again.
I felt every pulse, hot and thick, until it leaked out around where we were still joined. He kept moving through it, shallow and slow, pushing his release deeper while the last of my own orgasm fluttered around him.
When he finally stilled, I collapsed forward onto his chest, both of us breathing hard.
His arms wrapped around me, holding me there while his cock twitched inside me with the last aftershocks. His forehead rested against mine. Sweat slicked both our skin.
He kissed me slow and deep, still inside, still hard enough that the slightest movement made me whimper. When he finally pulled out, the sudden empty feeling made me ache.
His release leaked down my thighs. He watched it for a second, eyes dark with satisfaction, then reached down and pushed two fingers back inside me, keeping everything he’d given me right where he wanted it.
“Mine,” he said quietly.
I could only nod, still shaking, still full of him in every way that mattered.