Surrender To Her Love

By Christopher Maddox

Is it possible to fall in love by simply looking at a photograph of someone that you have never met? It doesn’t make sense, you say. Exceptionally beautiful law students, in their prime, just didn’t do that sort of thing. Ashley had never dated a black man before, but there was something different about Patrick. He was simply gorgeous, and he looked as though he reeked with virility. She had a decision to make. She was going to intern with one of five law firms during the summer break. She had been sent photographs, by her grandfather, the presiding judge, of the principals of each firm. Once she saw his photograph, she couldn’t get her mind off him. It was crazy and irrational, but she had been studying him from afar for several months now, and she was determined to meet him. She was going to intern with him, and she was going to seduce him. She needed the answer to one simple question. Why was she so compelled to have him? Was it the way his expressive, dark-brown eyes appeared to penetrate her very core and make her shiver with desire, or was it the unexplained five stars inscribed on the back of his photograph when the others had none.

Excerpt: I need to get the hell out of here before I go completely insane, he thought. He was angry at her behavior because she was showing total disrespect for him and his position. “We need to get going, but before we do, I need to ask you a question.”
She looked at him with the sweetest of smiles. “Ask me anything you want, Patrick.”
He cleared his throat. “You’ve taken business ethics classes haven’t you?”
“Yes, of course.”
He shook his head. “Ashley, don’t you think that your behavior has been a little outrageous?”
She smiled and shook her head. “No,” she answered sweetly.
He stood up, knowing that this was rapidly getting out of hand, and it was the judge’s granddaughter that was the problem. But hell, a man has got to be a man and maintain his dignity. He was perfectly capable of letting the right woman walk all over him and love every minute of it, but this was not the right woman.
“What do you mean, no? How can you possibly justify your behavior in here just now? My God, girl, you are the judge’s granddaughter, and I’m supposed to take care of you for three months. You’re too intelligent to think that this is normal behavior. Why are you acting like this?” he pleaded.
She got down from his desk and calmly walked to the opposite side of his desk and sat in one of the padded chairs.
I’m screwed, he thought.
“A serious question deserves a serious and honest answer,” she said, as she hesitated for another moment. “I want you,” she said matter-of-factly.
His eyes widened as he sat back down. He was no longer angry or indignant. Within the span of less than two minutes, his emotions had gone from arousal to anger and now to fear. He was in shock. “You want me what?” he asked.
She smiled again. “I want you.”
He shook his head as if to get the cobwebs out. “You want me for what?” he asked, not being able to process what this cute little girl had just told him.
She giggled. “For someone who graduated first in his class from Stanford, I would have expected you to catch on quicker than this. Look closely at my lips, Patrick,” she said, as she walked back to his side of the desk. “I want to have sex with you. There, is that clear enough for you?” she asked.
“This can’t be happening to me.”
“You make having sex with me sound like a death sentence,” she stated. “Patrick, my shaved, pink little girl down there isn’t all that bad. I’ve been told that it was actually fairly good. Well, perhaps it’s a little better than fairly good,” she teased.
“You are outrageous. Do you know what your grandfather would do to me if he found out that we were even talking about this right now? I’ll tell you what he would do; he would try to have me disbarred.”
“Well, that’s where I come in, Patrick. My granddaddy will never find out, and

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christopher Maddox
• Release date: Sep 3, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370847167

Christopher Maddox

I have always been addicted to love and romance. I like strong, independent women, so I tend to write about strong female characters that either start out strong or develop whatever inner strength is needed to see them through. My heroes and heroines are sometimes flawed because mistakes and imperfections always build character and strength in strong people. Some of my stories are taken from life’s experiences while others are drawn from experiences I wish I’d had. In my world, there are no boundaries to the limitless pleasures that can be found in the female form or from the joy that can be shared between lovers. However, my books are not about page after page of mindless, non-stop sex, but when it is appropriate, I try to make it real. Where love and romance have a chance to blossom, intimacy is usually part of the equation because it is the fuel that ignites the desire that leads to love. I like to think of myself as an adult romance writer with a moral compass. I live in Florida with my wife and three, poorly trained, dogs. Oh, yes, I almost forgot. I love happy endings. I love hearing from my readers and appreciate their comments and suggestions. Click on the link below if you would like to send me a message. Thank you. [e-mail]

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Surrender To Her Love

Christopher Maddox

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Copyright 2016 Christopher Maddox

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This work contains content of an extremely graphic nature including graphic sexual acts. All characters in this work are eighteen years of age or older. This is a work of fiction intended for adults 18 and over only. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Epilogue

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Chapter 1

Patrick Johnson had just left his office in Paso Robles, California. He was headed to Atascadero just thirteen miles away. Patrick’s mother, Sallie May Johnson, was an African American woman who lived and worked on a large cattle ranch just south of town. Patrick’s father, Samuel, had been one of the ranch hands or cowboys, if you will, that had worked on the Morgan ranch all of his life. Unfortunately, he was killed shortly after Patrick was born. He had been gored by one of the bulls the ranch kept for breeding purposes. The ranch was owned by Charley and Leanoria Morgan. It was a large ranch, consisting of approximately 20,000 acres and had been in the Morgan family for many generations.

Sallie May was actually born on the ranch and had grown up with Charley. She was part of the Morgan household now and helped Lea with some of the household duties. When Patrick was born, Lea was pregnant with her son, Jason, who was born less than a week later. Lea had been unable to breastfeed Jason because she was just too thin. She was disappointed because she wanted him to get all of the nutrients and natural immunizations that can only be obtained through mother’s milk.

Sallie May, on the other hand, was a good-sized woman with large, pendulous breasts that produced enough milk for both babies. As a result, she breastfed both of them until Patrick was a little over a year old, at which point, he stopped breastfeeding, preferring solid food instead.

Jason, however, continued breastfeeding until he was a little over two years old. At that time, Lea decided that it was time to wean him and get him off Sallie May’s titties. It had been a process because every time he saw Sallie May and her large breasts, he would start crying and throw a fit.

Patrick and Jason, for all practical purposes, were brothers. One was black and the other one was white, growing up in the same household. They attended the same schools and pretty much did everything together. When they graduated from high school, they both went to Stanford University where Patrick studied pre law and Jason studied computer engineering. After graduation, Patrick went on to law school, and Jason went to work for a computer programming company in Silicon Valley.

After passing the California Bar, he opened a small office in Paso Robles and hung out his shingle. It was easy for him to get a start because his main client, at the beginning, was the Morgan ranch. He handled all of their legal matters, their contracts, and the ever-increasing restrictions and requirements of the Environmental Protection Agency.

Patrick had just gone through Templeton, which was a small town about half way to Atascadero when his cell phone rang. Hey, baby, what room are you in? he asked, with an eager grin and an air of sweet anticipation.

Hi, Patrick, said Rena Case, in a soft, sexy voice. I’m in room twenty-three off of the back parking lot, and all I have on is a thin pair of black, lacy panties and a matching bra.

He moaned. I can’t wait to see you. I have been thinking about you all afternoon. I’ve been aroused ever since you slipped that note to me at lunch today, letting me know you were available this afternoon.

She grinned as she stretched out on the bed. She was a tall, thin, statuesque, black woman standing five feet, ten inches tall with wavy, dark-brown hair that ended just below her shoulders. She was thirty-eight, single and the mother of a fifteen-year-old boy. She planned to stay single because she had been married once, and that was enough for her. She and Patrick had been seeing each other for sex for a little over six months now. She was lithe and sinuous, a long distance runner with a firm, tight bottom that was solid muscle.

Patrick was twenty-seven, stood six feet, two inches tall and weighed one hundred and ninety pounds with a nice muscular build. He was exceedingly good looking with a square jaw, square shoulders, and a manly air about him that naturally attracted girls, all girls. At times, he wore his hair in short, neatly woven, braids, while, at other times, he let it go natural and close-cropped. He was meticulously clean and neat. His clothing was always impeccable whether he was wearing a business suit or shorts and a pullover. You would never find Patrick in a pair of old cutoffs, a ragged shirt, and a pair of tennis shoes with holes in them.

When you’re thinking about me, what is it that you think about, Patrick? she asked, in a sultry voice.

I think about your long, thin legs wrapped around my hips as I kiss those luscious, full lips of yours as I slowly slide inside you. I think about unhooking your bra and cupping your full, soft, natural breasts in my hands as I lower my lips to one of your large, stiff nipples and suck it in my mouth.

What about my pussy, Patrick? she moaned. Do you think about my pussy, baby? she teased.

He shuddered. "You are driving me crazy Rena. You know I think about your pussy. Hell, sometimes that’s all I can think about. Right now, I’m thinking that it’s only going to be another couple of minutes until I have it in my mouth because I’m pulling up right now. Bye, baby," he said.

He walked up to room twenty-three and knocked on the door. Rena answered the door and pulled him inside. I have been waiting here for this cock for thirty minutes, where have you been? she asked, as she wrapped her arms around him and pressed her lips to his. He reached down, cupped her bottom in his hands and pulled her mons into his erection. He parted his lips and moaned as she slid her tongue into his mouth. She groaned and tilted her pelvis up positioning her clit so it would rub against his shaft.

He slid his tongue between her lips tasting her moist, wet mouth for the first time in several days. I love your lips, baby, he moaned.

Where do you love my lips the most? she asked, their lips never parting.

I love them where you love them the most, wrapped around my cock, he whispered.

She chuckled. We need to get your clothes off for that to happen, she said, as she bent down and undid his trousers and let them drop to the floor. He took off his suit jacket, his tie, and his shirt. She got down on her knees, slipped his shoes and socks off and kissed his erection through his briefs. She pulled them down and let his erection spring out against her full, luscious lips. I’ve been fucking you for six months, baby, and I’m still not used to this thing. In between your short, chunky momma and your tall, skinny daddy, you got the best of both worlds, baby, she smiled, as she nuzzled her full, luscious lips across his shaft. Or, is it me that got the best of both worlds?" she teased.

She held his plump, full balls in her left hand measuring their heft. She moaned as she wrapped the fingers of her right hand firmly around his girth and licked a drop of pre cum off the head of his cock. Ah, I love your juices, baby, she said, as she stroked the length of his impressive shaft. She fixated on the end of his circumcised penis. Eight inches of the hardest, thickest, most beautiful cock I’ve ever had in my mouth, she purred.

She stared at it for a moment. It’s beautiful, baby. It’s so strong and powerful looking, she moaned.

The veins along the shaft stood out prominently, and the sides of it were ribbed like a well-honed set of abs. She licked the length of it several times covering his dark-brown skin with a thin layer of glistening saliva. She slowly slid her hand up and down the length of his shaft bringing forth another drop of his pre cum. She watched as it oozed out of him and began to roll down. She placed her lips over the head of his erect shaft and sucked it off with a soft, slurping sound. She rubbed the length of him across her lips and her cheeks.

I fucking love your cock, Patrick, she said, with a quiver as she smothered it with affection. I love the fat head with its large ridge that scrapes at my insides each time you pull it out of me, she whimpered.

She opened her mouth and slid her lips slowly down over the end as she lavishly ran her tongue around the head and the little slit in the end. Moaning, she ran her tongue back and forth across the sensitive, tender skin on the underside of the head of his cock.

She couldn’t slide more than a couple inches of his girth in her mouth. She sucked the head of his cock in her mouth and ran her tongue over its rigid, throbbing surface. She stroked him with one of her hands and massaged his balls with the other.

He quivered. Oh, fuck, baby, that feels so damned good. You had better stop because I’m going to come, he said, his voice trembling.

She moaned. It’s okay, baby, come for me. Give me your cum. I don’t have to be home until nine tonight. That gives us plenty of time to have as much sex as we want. Come for me baby, this will take the edge off your balls, so you can last longer for me later, she moaned.

He growled. I haven’t come for several days, baby, he quivered, as his body started to stiffen and the head of his cock began to swell even more.

Come on, sweetheart, give it to me. I’m hungry for you, she pleaded, as she stroked him harder and faster.

Oh, fuck! he groaned, with a slight shudder.

She knew from six months of the most incredible sex she’d ever had what that meant. She continued stroking him as she wiggled and slid the tip of her tongue inside the end of his oozing slit. Seconds later, he stiffened and released the first ropy string of his warm cream across her tongue.

She stroked him with her right hand as she held his balls gently but snuggly in her left hand. He groaned and erupted into her soft, tender mouth again and again as she felt his warm cream flow over her tongue. Mmmm, she moaned, as she felt his warm cream fill her mouth. He tightened, and quivered as he released more of his seed into her. Seconds later, he shivered, and the last of his release flowed gently in her mouth.

She sealed her lips and swallowed all of him in one large gulp. She looked down at his beautiful, black cock glistening with moisture. She stroked him slowly from the bottom of his shaft up to the top, stripping and milking the last of his orgasm from his body. Oh, baby, she said, with a voice full of lust. I love that big, black thing, she said, her voice full of passion.

She looked up at him and smiled. He helped her up, embraced her, and gave her a deep, passionate kiss. Your mouth tastes like cum, he chuckled.

Well, I guess so. I just swallowed a gallon of it, she giggled.

Thank you beautiful; that was wonderful, he said, as he laid her down on the bed. He lay down beside her and kissed her beautifully chiseled, sweet, moist lips. He continued kissing her for the longest time. She was already aroused from giving him oral sex, and his kisses were driving her insane with lust and need for more of him.

She undulated and moaned rocking her pelvis up repeatedly wishing there was something there to sooth the ache that was building between her legs. Baby, I need something, she moaned, breathing deeply as she reached back and undid her lacy, black bra.

He took both hands and slowly slid her cups off her breasts. He took a deep breath. Oh, baby, these are beautiful, he said, as he looked longingly at them. They were a medium C cup, or so she had told him. There was evidence of motherhood and nursing as they dropped ever so slightly and rolled gently toward the side. They were beautifully upturned with dark-brown areolas and large, inviting nipples that were thick and responsive. With any movement, her breasts rolled gently around and across her chest in the most alluring, sexy way.

Would you stop that, Patrick? she giggled.

He shrugged his shoulders. Stop what? he asked indignantly.

She smiled. You know very well what. You’re rocking me so you can watch my titties roll around. You do it all the time.

He took a deep breath and sighed. Busted, at the titty bar, he chuckled. "I know baby, but they are so fucking sexy, he groaned, as he placed his hands on them and rolled them under the palms of his hands. They’re so soft and so loveable," he moaned, as he lowered his mouth and took one of her dark-brown nipples in his mouth. It was soft and supple, but within seconds, it constricted into a hardened nub. Her areola crinkled up into a rigid mass around her nipple, which had stiffened into large rock hard mass about three-quarters of-an-inch long.

He moaned as he licked and sucked her deeply into his mouth. He nibbled in response to her coaxing and moans of need. She pulled his face deeper into her soft, mature flesh demanding that he bite down harder. He knew what she was looking for, and he loved teasing and tasting her sensitive flesh.

With each nibble of her rubbery flesh, she would quiver and thrust her sex up into the air. I feel that right down in the middle of my pussy, baby. Do it harder, she begged, as she thrust her pelvis up into the air several times.

He moaned as he sucked contentedly. I wish I could have had these when they were milky, he said breathlessly.

She smiled. If I had let you suck on my milky titties back then, they would have put me in jail, she smiled, as she pulled his head tighter to her chest.

He quivered as he pulled on her nipple. I wouldn’t have told anyone.

She laughed. You would have been twelve. Who knew, back then, that my best sex was going to come from a twelve-year-old, she sighed, as she undulated up into the air again. I need you inside me, baby, she pleaded.

He slid her panties down and off her ankles. The wetness from the gusset brushed the back of his hand. They were soaked. He lifted them to his face and inhaled deeply. Her odor sent a euphoric shudder through his body as he breathed in her musky, pungent smell and then tossed them on the chair beside the bed. He watched as she slowly spread her legs for him. Her swollen, brown pussy lips glistened with her arousal. She was extremely turned on and incredibly wet. He had intended to return to one of her nipples and slide one of his fingers inside her pussy to ease her need, but seeing her succulent vulva, he was torn. Nipple or pussy, pussy or nipple was going through his mind. He wanted both, but he knew which one she wanted.

He eased down between her legs, his face just a fraction of an inch away from her moist flesh. He slowly inhaled and shivered as his need to taste her wet flesh heightened. He continued to breathe in her captivating odor letting a piece of her sex touch and excite every cell in his body.

She shivered each time he exhaled as his warm breath brushed across her exposed sex. I’m aching for you to touch it, baby, she whispered, as she tilted her pelvis up to meet his lips.

Oh, fuck, he whispered, as he lowered his mouth over her sweet, wet sex. He was unable to restrain his need to taste her any longer.

Her legs stiffened straight up and quivered as his lips slid over her achy pussy. "Yes, baby, do me with your tongue, I’ve got to get off," she pleaded, as she ground her sex up into his face.

With his lips sealed over her, he gently sucked at her opening, and he was rewarded with the sweet taste of her arousal. God, you are hot today, baby. I love it when you ooze into my mouth. I can’t get enough of your sex, he moaned, as he slipped his tongue into her wet, needy pussy.

She placed her hands on the back of his head and pulled his mouth tighter against her opening. Fuck me with your tongue, she begged, as she rocked her hips up into him. He stiffened his tongue and pushed it into her pussy as far as he could and kept it there. Oh, fuck yes, she cried out, as she began thrusting her pelvis into him forcing his tongue in and out of her hot, needy flesh.

She couldn’t wait any longer; she was desperate for relief, so she tilted her hips down and pulled his mouth up to her swollen clit. He knew that she wasn’t in the mood for him to run his tongue slowly around her clit and start off with gentle, little flicks. She was ready to come, so he flattened his tongue and made it as rigid as he could and let her pleasure herself with it.

She rocked her pelvis up and down sliding her clit rapidly over the surface of his firm, slick tongue. Within a couple minutes of this extreme pleasure, she began to tremble and moan. Her body slowly stiffened as she pressed her pussy tighter against his face, and he knew that she was only seconds away from getting her relief.

She tightened for a moment and then convulsed up against his mouth as she stiffened and held him in place. Oh, fuck yes, she cried out, as her orgasm released its pleasure and flooded her body. He held on to her hips pulling her sex tightly against his tongue being careful not to slip off her clit.

He groaned as she convulsed and thrust her clit hard into him. She whimpered, stiffened and convulsed again as her desperate need began to calm. She had begun to loosen her grip on his face when she jerked into him again and stiffened one last time as her pussy and her body were slowly sated.

She released his face and threw her arms back over her head in complete satisfaction. He rose and looked down at her hot sex, her pussy still contracting, still seeping more of her wonderful nectar. His face was covered with the wetness of her joy. Your pussy is beautiful, baby. It is so wet, he moaned, as he watched her nectar ooze out of her little pink opening. She quivered and clenched tightly releasing more of her sweet juices as a gentle aftershock briefly consumed her.

Oh God, Patrick, you are so damned good in bed, she exclaimed. It is going to be a very sad day for me when the time comes for us to stop seeing each other, she moaned, as he licked at the erotic juices she had given him.

He looked up at her as his tongue still gently slipped up through her slit. Why do we have to stop seeing each other? I thought this was good for both of us. I don’t want to give you up, he insisted, as he gently licked and consumed the last of her gift.

She smiled knowingly at him. Baby, I am eleven years older than you. You’re still young, and you’ll eventually find someone that you’ll want to settle down with and start a family. And, baby, that person can’t be me.

But why do we have to give up sex, isn’t it just about the best?

She giggled. "Oh, yes, baby, our sex is the best, she said, pulling him up to her so she could kiss him. But, baby, you will find someone that you will want to settle down with and be true to. It’s just a matter of time."

He shook his head. I don’t want to give you up, he said, as he kissed her tenderly.

She rolled over on top of him. She slipped her pussy lips down over the length of his erection and flattened it against his tummy. Baby, I didn’t say we were going to stop right now. I don’t want to give you up. I’m just saying that the day will come when you will want to, and when that happens, I will have to let you go.

He shook his head. But can’t we still …

She shook her head. "No, we can’t. Mainly, because you probably won’t want to continue having sex with me, and I only have sex with one man at a time. I learned a long time ago that having sex with more than one man at a time, is a big mistake," she emphasized.

He smiled. I guess I’ll have to take your word for it as long as you’re not going to kick me out of your bed anytime soon because I’m addicted to that tight, little, pink pussy of yours, he said, as he looked up at her. God, you are a pretty woman, Rena Case, he mumbled, as he reached up and cupped her soft, inviting breasts and gently fondled them.

She smiled. "Thank you, Patrick, you sure know the way to a girl’s heart and her pussy," she teased, as she rubbed her pussy back and forth over his meaty shaft.

He chuckled looking up at her as she slid her vulva over his erection causing her breasts to roll lazily back and forth. Are you trying to tell me that you are ready for my cock? he grinned, not taking his eyes off her breasts which were rolling smoothly and gently from side to side. He groaned and shook his head.

I know you say that you like them, but I’ve been thinking about having them put back into their original condition, you know, before child, she moaned, with a shiver as she undulated her hips over his rigid shaft.

He reached out and took them in his hands as if he were protecting them. Please don’t. They are perfect just as they are. Implants will change everything, he begged of her.

She smiled down at him. I promise not to have them done until after you stop seeing me, she said.

He frowned at her.

I’m ready for you, big boy, she said, as she rose up and placed him at her entrance. Then let’s call out for some Thai food, she whimpered, as she lowered herself down over his thick cock.

He watched her eyes as she rose up and down trying to stuff him inside her wet sheath. Breathe baby, he moaned, as he watched his cock slowly disappear deep inside of her wonderful, sweet pussy.

She smiled, as she lifted up and then back down. Shhhhhhh, she whispered. You feel soooo good, baby, she cooed. The first time you penetrate me each time we’re together is magical, she whispered, as her vulva finally came to rest against the base of his cock.

He looked at her hungrily as he reached up and rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. She moaned grinding her clit into the root of his shaft. "My cunt is on fire for your cock, baby. Fuck, you fill me like no one else ever has," she gasped, as she began to ride his rigid staff. She leaned forward placing her hands on his chest and rose up on her knees just enough so she could rock her hips and slide her pussy the length of him. She was rhythmically sliding all the way up and down his meaty shaft, moaning, and cooing with an occasional shudder.

He watched as she repeatedly impaled herself with his glistening phallus. Her delicate inner lips clung to his moistened shaft and folded inside of her with each penetration. He shivered. You have a gorgeous pussy baby. I’ll never get tired of watching you do that to me, he moaned.

She grinned. It’s coming for me, Patrick. I can feel it coming for me, she said, as she continued sliding rhythmically up and down his swollen cock.

He watched her closely knowing that she was only a minute or two away from her orgasm. She began thrusting harder and deeper into him as she got closer to the edge. She stopped thrusting for a moment and pressed her sex into the base of his cock grinding her clit into his pubic bone. Oh fuck, baby, I’m so close, she cried out, as she began thrusting more forcefully into him. Oh, yes. Oh, yes, baby, fuck me, she cried out in need.

He grabbed her shoulders and began thrusting up into her. He met each of her thrusts with his as he tried to increase the friction deep inside her pussy. Come for me Rena. Come for me baby. I want to watch you come, he moaned, as he arched his hips up in the air and tilted his pelvis so that when she thrust down on his shaft, she hit the base of his cock concentrating her pleasure where she needed it the most.

She shuddered. Oh, yes, oh, fuck yes, she cried out and convulsed hard against his rigid, swollen shaft. She stiffened, not able to move for a moment as her orgasm gripped her. She hunched and ground into the base of his cock and convulsed again. Oh, God, baby, fuck me, fuck my cunt. Oh God, baby, I’m coming so hard, she cried out, as she hunched and ground spasmodically on top of his stiff phallus. She shuddered and pounded her pussy against his sex as she clenched it tightly and convulsed again.

He began sliding in and out of her more rapidly, more aggressively. He felt her clench around his girth as she spasmed and went rigid. "I love giving you pleasure, Rena. It’s such a turn on for me. I’m close baby. I only need a little more of that sweet pussy of yours to make me come. It was all I could do to keep from coming before you did, he shuddered. Oh, yes, baby, right there. Oh yeah," he growled, as he