Surrender To Me

ROXIE

Motherfucker!

I can’t believe he just threw me in the goddamn pool! I watch him walk away, he’s going to turn around any second and laugh and tell me it was all a joke, but he doesn’t. He walks his fine ass back to his house and disappears from view, leaving me sputtering water and so damn horny I can barely stand it.

My ass still stings from the spanking he gave me, and my whole body is still lit up from the orgasms and the memory of him fucking my mouth. God, he’s so fucking big! I can still taste him on my tongue, and all I can think about is how amazing it’s going to feel to have that thick cock spreading and filling my little pussy.

There’s no way in hell I’m dropping this. If he thinks he can spank me and give me the best orgasm of my life and then just walk away, he’s got another thing coming. More determined than ever, I swim to the edge of the pool and get out. The sun has already set, but I find my bikini easily and tie it back on. When I sneak over to his house, I feel a rush of excitement and nerves run through me. He’s not going to like what I’m about to do. I just hope that his desire to fuck me outweighs how pissed he’s going to be.

His garage door is up, and he’s nowhere in sight. I eye his gorgeous, black sports car and ignore the prickle of fear that starts to eat away at me. Without giving myself the chance to reconsider this insane plan, I grab the spare set of keys I’ve seen him hide in his toolbox and rush to his car. I ignore the fact that I’m dripping water all over the fancy leather interior and instead slip the key in and cringe when the loud purr of the motor fills the garage, sounding like a very loud alarm that’s going to instantly catch Ryder’s attention.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

I know I only have seconds before he races out here. I grab the gearshift, hoping like hell I can remember the super short lesson my dad gave me on how to drive a stick. The loud grinding of gears tells me I’m doing something wrong, but it’s too late to back out now.

“Roxie!”

The angry yell has my blood running cold. I turn my head in time to see a very angry Ryder running out of his house. He looks equal parts pissed and shocked. I know I have a choice to make and that I have to make it in about 1. 2 seconds, so I run my eyes one last time over that hard body of his and do the only thing I can do. I wiggle my fingers in a cutesy wave and step on the gas. It’s not the sexy, fast exit I was hoping for, more of a lurching, slow, forward motion that eventually gets me down his driveway, but it’s an exit all the same.

The last thing I see is Ryder’s angry face as he yells something at me that I thankfully can’t hear before I head down the street and out of sight. I let out a high-pitched laugh, knowing I was seconds away from losing my thin grip on sanity. Well, it’s his damn fault, I think, stepping on the gas and picking up speed. If he’d just fucked me like we both wanted, then we wouldn’t be in this mess, now would we? He has only himself to blame.

The loud rumble of an engine has me sucking in a quick breath and looking in my rearview mirror. I see the motorcycle come speeding up behind me, and I know it’s him. I knew he’d chase me. Now, I just need to let myself get caught, but first I want to have a little fun. If I’m going to end up with a sore bottom, I at least want to make it worth it.

I turn onto a side road before really starting to pick up speed. I’m getting better at shifting, hardly any more grinding of gears when I do it, and starting to feel a bit proud of myself. Then Ryder speeds up and pulls his motorcycle next to the stolen car I’m driving and when I turn my head, the look he’s giving me has me sucking in a quick breath. My foot automatically lifts from the gas, and I start to slow down. It’s like even if I wanted to disobey him, I wouldn’t be able to.

“Pull the fucking car over, Roxie!” he yells at me, and I do as he says, pulling over on the deserted road.

I shut the car off while he pulled his motorcycle up to park in front of me. I can see how angry he is just from the tightness of his muscles and the sharp, furious motions of his body as he gets off the bike and storms toward me. He was in such a hurry that he didn’t even bother to throw a shirt on, so all that hard muscle and anger was aimed directly at me. I briefly think about locking the car door, but the pissed-off look in his eyes tells me that would be a very unwise decision. I’m shaking by the time he pulls the door open, but there’s no denying how turned on I am. My pussy is so fucking wet at seeing him like this. I hope he takes all this aggression out on my little cunt.

With the door open, he looks down at me, eyeing the puddle my wet hair and bikini have left on his precious leather interior, not to mention the one my pussy is leaving, and lets out a growl as he grabs me around the waist and hauls me out. Pinning me roughly against the side of the car, he glares at me, and I let out a soft gasp when I feel his hard cock dig into me. He’s breathing heavily and everything about him is on edge. He’s a man on the brink of pouncing, and I can’t fucking wait.

He runs his hand through my hair and fists it tightly, roughly pulling my head back so I’m held in place, looking up at him.

“You still want me to pop your sweet cherry?” he asks, surprising the hell out of me.

“Yes,” I quickly say, already trying to spread my legs.