15. Surrender
15
SURRENDER
KENZIE
I stand with my heart racing as Everett's eyes lock with mine. The air between us crackles with electricity, every nerve in my body alive and humming. His hand reaches out, fingers brushing my cheek so gently it almost hurts.
"Kenzie," he whispers, my name a prayer on his lips.
I lean into his touch, closing my eyes for a moment. When I open them, the intensity in his gaze takes my breath away. There's a vulnerability there I've never seen before, a raw need that mirrors my own.
"Everett," I breathe, stepping closer. "I..."
Words fail me, but my body speaks volumes. I press myself against him, feeling the solid warmth of his chest, the steady beat of his heart. His arms wrap around me, strong and sure, and I melt into his embrace .
Our lips meet in a kiss that's both tender and desperate. It's a conversation without words, every brush of lips and slide of tongues saying what we can't bring ourselves to voice. I pour everything I feel into that kiss—my fears, my hopes, my growing love for this man and his daughters.
Everett's hands roam my back, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I arch into him, a soft moan escaping me. He pulls back, resting his forehead against mine, both of us breathing heavily.
"Are you sure?" he asks, his voice rough with desire.
I nod, cupping his face in my hands. "I've never been surer of anything in my life."
That's all it takes. Everett lifts me, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carries me into the bedroom. The door slams around us, and we both hold still, listening for the girls. But when the silence lingers, Everett's mouth claims mine in a fierce, demanding kiss.
My back arches, pressing harder against him. His cock throbs between us, straining against the fabric of his pants, and I can't help but rub against him.
His tongue slides along mine as his hands knead my ass, and I moan, needing more.
"Everett..."
"Patience, Kenz..."
He glides his hands up my thighs and under my dress with a sinister chuckle. I gasp as he presses me harder against the door. His cock grinds against my core through our layers of clothing, and I let out a desperate moan.
Everett groans, his fingers digging into my flesh with a sweet ache as he pulls me impossibly closer. I roll my hips to feel every inch of his cock against me.
Then his kisses trail up my neck. The warmth of his lips, the moisture of his tongue, and I try not to beg. This is torture. The worst kind. The kind that only leads to death.
I cup his head, plunging my fingers through his thick hair, pressing into him. Sucking his tongue, intoxicated by the taste of him.
He growls against my mouth, a deep rumbling from his chest that travels down my spine, vibrating through my core. I moan into the kiss, my legs squeezing tighter, pulling him closer, desperate for more.
He kisses me hard and hungry, his hands gripping my hips as he grinds his erection against me.
It's been over two months since I met him at that bus station. Two months of watching his piercing eyes turn white with desire. Two months of watching is perfect ass in those denims.
My breasts smash against his chest, nipples tingling, and a soft whimper escapes.
"You're trying to kill me..."
"No, love, I'm trying to please you..."
His fingers brush against the damp fabric of my panties.
"Is this what you want?" he growls against my lips.
I whimper in response, nodding as he rolls his hips against mine, the friction sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my core.
His lips pull back from mine in a smirk. My heart races, my body tingles, and my pussy throbs with a familiar ache. I didn't expect to feel this way about him, especially after the way it all began. But now, I'm all in.
"I'm going to need words, Kenz," he rasps, his voice thick with desire.
"Yes," I moan, my hips rocking against his.
Everett chuckles, the low, husky sound making me even wetter.
His eyes blaze with desire, his voice rough and commanding. "I'm gonna make you come, Kenz," he growls. "And then I'm gonna fuck you until every time you move, you’ll think of me. "
He nips at my earlobe, making me gasp. He chuckles darkly, his breath hot against my skin.
I shudder, my pussy clenching at the promise in his words.
He kisses me, hard and bruising, and I cling to him, lost in the sensations. His calloused fingertips drag up my inner thighs, and his finger slips beneath the elastic of my panties.
"You're so fucking wet for me. Aren't you," he groans, dragging his finger along my slick folds.
He teases me, stroking my entrance but refusing to enter me. I whimper, writhing in his grasp, my body aching for him.
"Fuck, Everett," I breathe. "Please..."
His thumb grazes my clit, sending a swarm of pleasure through my body. He teases my opening, and I gasp as his finger plunges into me.
"So tight," he groans, his cock twitching against my belly. "God, Kenzie, I can't wait to feel you around my cock."
He works his finger inside me, stroking my inner walls, the pad of his thumb circling my clit. My hips buck against his hand, a low moan escaping my lips.
His mouth crashes into mine, his tongue plunging into me, exploring, dominating, claiming. I kiss him back with a hunger I didn't know I possessed.
Everett growls against my lips, his teeth nipping at my lower lip. His thumb moves faster, his finger pumping in and out of me, drawing out waves of pleasure.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes..."
"Come for me."
His fingers curl inside me, stroking that secret spot, and I fall apart.
I cry out, my back arching, my hips bucking as the orgasm rips through me. Wave after wave of pleasure surges through my body, my pussy clenching around his fingers, drawing out my release.
I cling to him, panting, my chest heaving, every nerve ending alight with pleasure.
With one arm securely around my waist, he withdraws his fingers, the loss leaving me aching. I look up to see him sucking them clean.
"Delicious," he murmurs, his eyes locked on mine.
My cheeks heat, but I can't tear my gaze away.
Everett walks us over to the bed, his lips never leaving mine. He lays me down gently, his body hovering over mine. I can feel the heat radiating off him, the tension in his muscles as he holds himself back.
He lowers me to the bed, his gaze traveling over me. He removes my dress...my bra, and then my panties.
He stands back and looks at me. I've never felt more exposed, more desired, in my life.
Everett's eyes darken with lust, raking over my exposed curves .
My mind flutters to the imperfections of my body, and I want to hide.
"Why are you so damn perfect," he murmurs reverently. "You're fucking beautiful, Kenzie."
My pulse quickens.
He crawls over me, his lips finding mine in a deep, hungry kiss.
Then he lowers his head to worship me with his mouth. His wicked tongue drags across one sensitive peak before he latches on, suckling deeply. Sparks of ecstasy radiate through me. I thread my fingers through his hair, holding him close.
Everett releases my nipple with a final nip before turning his attention to its twin. I shudder violently at the onslaught of sensation, my core clenching with need. He lavishes me until I'm an incoherent mess.
"Not fair," I pant as he resurfaces. "You're still dressed."
His sensuous mouth curls into a smirk. Everett strips quickly, baring his toned physique.
I drink him in avidly. His broad shoulders, muscled arms, the taut plane of his abdomen.
My God . The man is magnificent. Perfection.
His cock juts proudly from a nest of dark hair, thick and intimidating. My mouth waters at the sight.
Everett stalks towards me, backlit by the soft amber glow of the lamplight.
"I'm not gonna lie," I confess breathlessly, "seeing you naked is really messing with my calibration."
"I aimed to please," Everett drawls smugly, flashing a roguish grin as he takes in my parted thighs and heaving breasts.
His hands skim up my sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
I bite my lower lip, unable to believe this is really happening.
"Still think I'm a boring grump?" he drawls, his mouth curling into a smug smirk.
"Well," I tease, "I guess I'll just have to re-evaluate my opinion..."
Everett flashes a wolfish grin, his eyes blazing with heat as his hand caresses my knees and opens my legs.
He stares at my pussy, dripping wet, and he pulls his bottom lip into his mouth. He lowers his face, his hot breath teasing my folds.
"Fuck, Kenz, your pussy is fucking perfection too."
Everett's tongue dips into my slit, swirling around my clit.
My back arches, my thighs quake, and my fingers grip his hair as he licks and sucks. He growls against me, the vibration adding to the delicious pleasure building inside me.
His fingers dig into my flesh, his tongue working in a maddening rhythm, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
I'm teetering on the brink, desperate for release.
"Fuck, you taste so fucking good," he growls, his breath hot against my slick skin.
He sucks my clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking the swollen nub, and I lose myself in a wave of ecstasy.
"Oh God, Everett!" I cry out, hoping I don't wake the twins.
He groans, his cock twitching against my thigh, and I wrap my hands around his dick.
"Fuck!"
I pump, trying to drive him wild. His lips capture mine in a searing kiss, our tongues tangling, and my fingers slide over his swollen tip, smearing the bead of moisture there.
I stroke him faster, his cock pulsing in my hand, his lips trailing down my neck.
He growls, deep and feral, his hips jerking against my palm.
"Now, Everett. Now!"
He grabs my hips, flipping me onto my belly. He pulls me up onto my knees, positioning himself behind me. I feel his thick, hot head against my entrance, and I hold my breath.
He teases me, sliding the head of his cock up and down my slick folds, coating himself in my juices. I arch my back, pressing myself against him, desperate to feel him inside me.
Everett leans over me, his chest pressed against my back, his breath hot in my ear.
"You ready?"
"Fuck, Everett, yes!"
"Beg me," he growls, his lips brushing my ear.
"Please, Everett," I whimper. "Please, fuck me."
"Good girl," he purrs, nipping my earlobe.
The praise sends a shiver down my spine.
His cock thrusts forward, the tip sliding easily into my slick channel. He's huge. Thick and throbbing. I gasp at the delicious stretch as he fills me.
My pussy clenches around him, and he groans.
"You feel so fucking good, baby," he murmurs, his voice rough with pleasure.
He pulls back, his thick shaft gliding along my inner walls, drawing a low moan from my lips.
He snaps his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt, and we both cry out.
His fingers dig into my hips as he pumps, his cock stretching me, filling me.
"Oh, God, Everett," I moan, the pleasure almost unbearable.
"You like that, don't you, baby," he growls, his thumb finding my clit, his hips snapping forward .
"Yes..." I moan, "Right there..."
His fingers tighten on my hips, his cock driving deeper, faster, harder.
"You like when I fuck you hard and deep, don't you, Kenz," he growls.
"God, yes," I moan.
"I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight and you can't remember your own name," he promises, his breath hot against my ear.
His hips slam into me, his cock filling me over and over. The pleasure is almost unbearable, and I can feel myself falling apart.
"You're mine, Kenzie. Do you understand?" he growls, his cock pounding into me, his thumb rubbing my clit.
"Yes," I moan.
He wraps a hand in my hair, tugging my head back, his lips finding mine in a scorching kiss.
"You're gonna come for me, baby," he commands. "You're gonna come all over my cock, and then I'm gonna fill you with my cum."
His words send a thrill through me.
I can feel my climax approaching, and I cry out, my pussy clenching around him, his cock pulsing inside me.
His hips are smacking my ass, driving me insane.
I need to scream. To release the press. But I can't... The twins...
"Everett, Imma..."
"Come, Mackenzie..."
His fingers tighten in my hair, and his cock drives deep, and I shatter.
My pussy clamps down on him, a violent orgasm tearing through me.
"Fuck, you're gonna make me come, Kenzie," he growls, his breath ragged, his thrusts erratic.
I scream his name, but the sound is muffled by the pillow beneath me. Then I feel him swelling inside me, the pressure building.
He growls, his hips slamming into me, his cock pumping deep, his body tensing as his orgasm sweeps over him.
His body shudders, his cock twitching, his drives so deep I'm coming again.
He collapses against me, and we tumble to the mattress.
My heart is pounding, my pussy throbbing, my body tingling.
Everett presses a tender kiss to the nape of my neck, his hands skimming along my sides, caressing my curves.
He rolls to the side, pulling me into his arms, his fingers tracing lazy circles on my bare skin .
"I can't believe you just did that," I whisper, my eyelids heavy with exhaustion.
"What?"
"Give me the D like that, knowing you're leaving in a few hours." I look back at him, and Everett laughs.
His light laughter overflows until I'm giggling, and he's clutching his stomach.
"I can't believe you," he whispers, brushing the tears from his eyes.
"Believe what?" I roll over and cuddle closer.
"That's your so perfect."
"I'm not perfect, Everett." I lift up my head, staring into his eyes.
"But you are perfect for me."