Wilde Surrender (The Brothers of Wilde, Nevada 5)

She watched him shed his clothes, including his Dom vest. He climbed up on top of her, and she loved feeling his weight press on her back.

He whispered in her ear. “I’m going to fill up your pretty, little ass, pet. Color?”

She blinked. “Green, Master.”

In a single powerful stroke, he thrust his cock into her ass. The first jolt of pain caused her breath catch in her chest. The sensation of being completely filled up engulfed her. She chewed on her lower lip, riding out the pain. As the discomfort subsided, a ravenous fever grew deep inside her.

“Your ass feels amazing around my dick, sweetheart. Ready to go for a ride?”

She blinked. “Oh God.”

“I’ll take that as a yes, pet.” In and out, he drilled her with his cock. His tempo was slow and methodical. He was like a machine that drove her mad with desire.

“Fuck. You’re tight.”

“Ohhh…” She felt completely filled up by him.

“Clench my cock with your ass,” he commanded.

She obeyed, and felt his dick jerk inside her. “Like that, Master?”

“Fuck yeah!” His pounding sped up as he slammed into her ass. Every time he sent the length of his cock into her, her clit was smashed against the table.

His unrelenting plunges into her ass created hot, electrical sensations that flared to life through her body.

She screamed.

Master pulled on her braid, reminding Jessie of his dominance over her. She curled her hands into fists, and pounded the table as her passion consumed her. Tears streamed from her eyes, and her mouth gaped open as the first convulsions of her orgasm erupted from inside her pussy.

She yelled, “Oh, God!”

“Take every drop of me, pet!” She felt his final thrust slam her fully into the table. When she felt him shoot his cum inside her, ecstasy routed all sanity. Shivers took her over.

He kissed the back of her neck. “Are you hungry?”

He’s not going to fuck my pussy. Her heart deflated. “No, Master.”

Austin crawled off of her, and she missed the feel of his frame on top of hers. “You will be. I’m going to fix you a big dinner.”

When he touched her training collar, she almost lost it right then, but she somehow held back her despair.

“Thank you, Master.” I’m only a plaything for him. He has no desire to make love to me. She felt like the biggest fool.

He dressed and gathered up all the things he’d brought. “Stay on the table, pet. You’re exhausted.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Do you need something?” he asked, sounding a bit concerned.

She prayed he couldn’t read her mind right now. “May I wear the blindfold and the earplugs until we eat? I want to be still for a while and enjoy my afterglow, Master.”

His eyebrow raised up, and then lowered. “Okay, sweetheart. Sure.”

“Thank you.” As the darkness and quiet wrapped around her like a mother’s embrace, her silent tears rocked her body.

She hoped Austin would think it was only a result of her coming down from her clima

x, and not what the real cause was—her heart ripping apart.