“You’ve been thinking about this all night, haven’t you?” His voice was low, a rumble that vibrated against her ear as his lips brushed the sensitive skin just below it. His breath was warm, carrying the faintest hint of whiskey, and it sent a shiver down her spine. She could feel the heat of his bare chest pressing into her back, the firmness of his muscles undeniable even through the thin fabric of her dress. His hands were already moving, one sliding up her arm to her shoulder, the other tracing a slow, deliberate path down her side. She didn’t answer, couldn’t answer. Her pulse raced, her body betraying her with every trembling breath. His fingers found the clasp of her bra, and with a practiced ease, he undid it. The fabric loosened, and his hand slipped beneath, cupping her breast. His palm was rough, calloused, but the way he touched her was anything but. He kneaded gently, his thumb brushing over her nipple, already hard with anticipation. “Tell me,” he whispered, his voice a dark promise. “Tell me how much you want this.” Her head fell back against his shoulder, her eyes fluttering shut as his other hand moved from her cheekbone, trailing down her neck, over her collarbone, and lower. His fingers danced across her stomach, teasing, taunting, before they dipped beneath the waistband of her skirt. She gasped, her hips arching instinctively toward his touch. “I—I can’t—” she started, but he cut her off with a sharp, possessive growl. “You can,” he said, his lips brushing her ear again. “And you will.” His fingers slid lower, finding the edge of her panties. He paused, his breath hitching as he felt the dampness already soaking through the fabric. “Fuck,” he muttered, his voice thick with desire. “You’re already so wet for me.” She moaned, her body trembling as his fingers slipped beneath the lace, tracing the slick folds of her pussy. He teased her entrance, circling it slowly, maddeningly, before dipping a single finger inside. She cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the counter in front of her as he began to move, his finger thrusting in and out with a rhythm that had her hips rocking in time. “That’s it,” he murmured, his lips trailing down her neck. “Let me feel you.” His other hand continued to play with her breast, his thumb rolling her nipple between his fingers, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. She was on fire, every nerve in her body alight with sensation. His finger curled inside her, pressing against that spot that made her see stars, and she gasped, her legs shaking. “You’re so tight,” he growled, his voice rough with need. “I can’t wait to feel you around my cock.” The words sent a fresh wave of heat through her, and she moaned, her head falling back against his shoulder. His finger moved faster, deeper, and she could feel the pressure building, coiling tight in her belly. She was so close, so close— But then he stopped, pulling his hand away, leaving her aching and empty. She whimpered, her body trembling with frustration, but he just chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent shivers down her spine. “Not yet,” he said, his lips brushing her ear. “I want to savor you.” He turned her around, his hands gripping her hips as he pressed her back against the counter. His eyes were dark, hungry, and she could see the bulge in his pants, straining against the fabric. He leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was demanding, possessive, and she melted into it, her hands tangling in his hair as he deepened the kiss. His hands moved to her skirt, pushing it up around her waist, and she gasped as he lifted her onto the counter. He stepped between her legs, his hands sliding up her thighs, pushing them apart. She could feel the heat of him, the hard length of his cock pressing against her through his pants, and she moaned, her hips rocking against him. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his lips trailing down her neck. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you.” His hands moved to her panties, and with a quick tug, he pulled them down, tossing them aside. She was exposed, vulnerable, and the way he looked at her made her feel like the most desired woman in the world. His fingers found her pussy again, and she gasped as he began to stroke her, his touch firm, deliberate. “You’re so wet,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “I can’t wait to taste you.” He dropped to his knees, his hands gripping her thighs as he leaned in, his tongue flicking against her clit. She cried out, her hands tangling in his hair as he began to lick her, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate circles. The pleasure was overwhelming, and she could feel herself spiraling out of control, her body trembling with need. “Oh God,” she moaned, her hips rocking against his mouth. “Please, don’t stop.” He didn’t. His tongue moved faster, his lips closing around her clit as he sucked, hard. She cried out, her body arching as the pleasure exploded through her, wave after wave of ecstasy crashing over her. He didn’t let up, his tongue continuing to work her through her orgasm, until she was trembling, her body spent. He stood, his eyes dark with desire as he looked down at her. “You’re not done yet,” he said, his voice rough. “I’m just getting started.” He unbuckled his pants, pushing them down, and she gasped as his cock sprang free, thick and hard. He stepped between her legs, his hands gripping her hips as he positioned himself at her entrance. She could feel the heat of him, the tip of his cock pressing against her, and she moaned, her body trembling with anticipation. “Tell me you want this,” he said, his voice a dark promise. “I want it,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I want you.” He thrust into her, hard, and she cried out, her body arching as he filled her. He was big, so big, and the stretch was almost too much, but the pleasure was overwhelming. He began to move, his hips slamming into hers with a rhythm that had her seeing stars. “Fuck,” he growled, his hands gripping her hips. “You feel so good.” She moaned, her hands gripping the edge of the counter as he fucked her, his cock hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars. The pleasure was building again, coiling tight in her belly, and she could feel herself spiraling out of control. “Come for me,” he growled, his voice rough with need. “I want to feel you come around my cock.” She did, her body trembling as the pleasure exploded through her, wave after wave of ecstasy crashing over her. He groaned, his hips slamming into hers as he followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing inside her as he came. He leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was demanding, possessive, and she melted into it, her hands tangling in his hair as he deepened the kiss. “You’re mine,” he whispered, his lips brushing her ear. “And I’m not done with you yet.”

“You’ve been thinking about this all night, haven’t you?” His voice was low, a rumble that vibrated against her ear as his lips brushed the sensitive skin just below it. His breath was warm, carrying the faintest hint of whiskey, and it sent a shiver down her spine. She could feel the heat of his bare chest pressing into her back, the firmness of his muscles undeniable even through the thin fabric of her dress. His hands were already moving, one sliding up her arm to her shoulder, the other tracing a slow, deliberate path down her side. 

She didn’t answer, couldn’t answer. Her pulse raced, her body betraying her with every trembling breath. His fingers found the clasp of her bra, and with a practiced ease, he undid it. The fabric loosened, and his hand slipped beneath, cupping her breast. His palm was rough, calloused, but the way he touched her was anything but. He kneaded gently, his thumb brushing over her nipple, already hard with anticipation. 

“Tell me,” he whispered, his voice a dark promise. “Tell me how much you want this.” 

Her head fell back against his shoulder, her eyes fluttering shut as his other hand moved from her cheekbone, trailing down her neck, over her collarbone, and lower. His fingers danced across her stomach, teasing, taunting, before they dipped beneath the waistband of her skirt. She gasped, her hips arching instinctively toward his touch. 

“I—I can’t—” she started, but he cut her off with a sharp, possessive growl. 

“You can,” he said, his lips brushing her ear again. “And you will.” 

His fingers slid lower, finding the edge of her panties. He paused, his breath hitching as he felt the dampness already soaking through the fabric. “Fuck,” he muttered, his voice thick with desire. “You’re already so wet for me.” 

She moaned, her body trembling as his fingers slipped beneath the lace, tracing the slick folds of her pussy. He teased her entrance, circling it slowly, maddeningly, before dipping a single finger inside. She cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the counter in front of her as he began to move, his finger thrusting in and out with a rhythm that had her hips rocking in time. 

“That’s it,” he murmured, his lips trailing down her neck. “Let me feel you.” 

His other hand continued to play with her breast, his thumb rolling her nipple between his fingers, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. She was on fire, every nerve in her body alight with sensation. His finger curled inside her, pressing against that spot that made her see stars, and she gasped, her legs shaking. 

“You’re so tight,” he growled, his voice rough with need. “I can’t wait to feel you around my cock.” 

The words sent a fresh wave of heat through her, and she moaned, her head falling back against his shoulder. His finger moved faster, deeper, and she could feel the pressure building, coiling tight in her belly. She was so close, so close— 

But then he stopped, pulling his hand away, leaving her aching and empty. She whimpered, her body trembling with frustration, but he just chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent shivers down her spine. 

“Not yet,” he said, his lips brushing her ear. “I want to savor you.” 

He turned her around, his hands gripping her hips as he pressed her back against the counter. His eyes were dark, hungry, and she could see the bulge in his pants, straining against the fabric. He leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was demanding, possessive, and she melted into it, her hands tangling in his hair as he deepened the kiss. 

His hands moved to her skirt, pushing it up around her waist, and she gasped as he lifted her onto the counter. He stepped between her legs, his hands sliding up her thighs, pushing them apart. She could feel the heat of him, the hard length of his cock pressing against her through his pants, and she moaned, her hips rocking against him. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his lips trailing down her neck. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you.” 

His hands moved to her panties, and with a quick tug, he pulled them down, tossing them aside. She was exposed, vulnerable, and the way he looked at her made her feel like the most desired woman in the world. His fingers found her pussy again, and she gasped as he began to stroke her, his touch firm, deliberate. 

“You’re so wet,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “I can’t wait to taste you.” 

He dropped to his knees, his hands gripping her thighs as he leaned in, his tongue flicking against her clit. She cried out, her hands tangling in his hair as he began to lick her, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate circles. The pleasure was overwhelming, and she could feel herself spiraling out of control, her body trembling with need. 

“Oh God,” she moaned, her hips rocking against his mouth. “Please, don’t stop.” 

He didn’t. His tongue moved faster, his lips closing around her clit as he sucked, hard. She cried out, her body arching as the pleasure exploded through her, wave after wave of ecstasy crashing over her. He didn’t let up, his tongue continuing to work her through her orgasm, until she was trembling, her body spent. 

He stood, his eyes dark with desire as he looked down at her. “You’re not done yet,” he said, his voice rough. “I’m just getting started.” 

He unbuckled his pants, pushing them down, and she gasped as his cock sprang free, thick and hard. He stepped between her legs, his hands gripping her hips as he positioned himself at her entrance. She could feel the heat of him, the tip of his cock pressing against her, and she moaned, her body trembling with anticipation. 

“Tell me you want this,” he said, his voice a dark promise. 

“I want it,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I want you.” 

He thrust into her, hard, and she cried out, her body arching as he filled her. He was big, so big, and the stretch was almost too much, but the pleasure was overwhelming. He began to move, his hips slamming into hers with a rhythm that had her seeing stars. 

“Fuck,” he growled, his hands gripping her hips. “You feel so good.” 

She moaned, her hands gripping the edge of the counter as he fucked her, his cock hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars. The pleasure was building again, coiling tight in her belly, and she could feel herself spiraling out of control. 

“Come for me,” he growled, his voice rough with need. “I want to feel you come around my cock.” 

She did, her body trembling as the pleasure exploded through her, wave after wave of ecstasy crashing over her. He groaned, his hips slamming into hers as he followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing inside her as he came. 

He leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was demanding, possessive, and she melted into it, her hands tangling in his hair as he deepened the kiss. 

“You’re mine,” he whispered, his lips brushing her ear. “And I’m not done with you yet.”

A woman finds herself ensnared in a web of desire as a mysterious man whispers dirty promises in her ear, his touch igniting a fire within her.  She is teased and tantalized, her body trembling with anticipation as he explores her most intimate places, pushing her to the brink of ecstasy before finally claiming her.

Her Surrender, His Whispers

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