Chapter 130: Surrender in My Fiancé’s Arms

Chapter 130: Chapter 130: Surrender in My Fiancé’s Arms

~Third- POV~

"I’m so ready, Daddy," Reynold murmured, his lips curving into a sweet, seductive smile. "No holding back anymore. I’m all yours tonight."

Frederick let out a low, rumbling growl of satisfaction. He slid his hands down to Reynold’s thighs and effortlessly scooped his fiancé into his arms.

Reynold held the bouquet tightly in one hand and instinctively wrapped his legs around Frederick’s waist, facing him and resting his head against his broad shoulder.

Before Frederick could take a single step toward the entrance leading to the stairs back to their room, Reynold lifted his head slightly and whispered, "Baby, help me with the other bouquet."

Frederick looked down at him with a soft smirk. "Sweetheart, leave the bouquet in your hand alone. The staff will gather both of them and bring them inside carefully."

Reynold shook his head, clutching the bouquet tighter with a sweet, stubborn pout. "No! Tell the staff to bring the other one. I’m not dropping my proposal bouquet. I’m keeping this one with me."

Frederick’s heart melted at Reynold’s endearing protectiveness over the flowers. He smiled and pressed a soft kiss to Reynold’s temple. "All right, sweetheart. Anything you want."

Frederick raised two fingers, giving a brief signal to the staff waiting at the edge of the terrace. They immediately stepped forward and respectfully picked up the second bouquet from the floor.

Holding his precious fiancé securely in his arms, with Reynold clinging to him, Frederick carried him away from the illuminated rooftop terrace. Leaving the camera crew behind, he stepped through the glass doors and headed toward the stairs leading to their room.

They descended the steps smoothly, moving along the dimly lit, petal-strewn hallway toward the master suite. A moment later, they reached the grand double doors. The waiting staff member quickly placed the second bouquet on the console table in the entryway before bowing respectfully and turning to leave.

Once the staff member was gone, the heavy doors closed behind them, and Frederick reached out to lock them with a firm, decisive click.

Frederick carried Reynold straight to the large, polished mahogany table in the center of the room and set him down on the edge. He immediately leaned in, claiming Reynold’s lips in a wild, starving kiss. His tongue slid deeply inside Reynold’s mouth, their saliva mixing as the heat between them exploded.

Reynold’s fingers loosened, letting the proposal bouquet tumble onto the table beside him. His hands flew up to the shoulders of Frederick’s suit jacket, gripping the fabric urgently. "Take it off, Daddy... take it off," Reynold murmured breathlessly against his lips.

In one quick, impatient motion, they stripped off each other’s clothes, leaving their jackets, shirts, trousers, and silk boxer briefs scattered carelessly across the floor until they were both completely naked beneath the room’s warm, ambient lighting.

Reynold looked down between them, his eyes widening slightly as he saw how thick and fully erect Frederick was. A mischievous, breathy smirk touched his lips. "Daddy... you’re finally getting it up."

"You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment tonight," Frederick growled, his eyes burning with unbridled desire.

Frederick pulled out a heavy dining chair, stepping away for just a brief moment. He returned holding a bottle of chilled vintage red wine and a sleek bottle of luxury lubricant, setting both down on the edge of the table.

"Lie back for me, sweetheart," Frederick commanded.

Reynold obeyed, leaning back on his elbows, his chest rising and falling faster. Frederick opened Reynold’s legs wider and stepped between them, standing close enough that the head of his hard cock brushed against Reynold’s inner thigh. He uncorked the wine and slowly poured a thin stream over Reynold’s chest, watching the red liquid trail down his stomach, pooling in the lines of his abs before dripping lower.

Reynold gasped loudly, his breath hitching as the cool liquid hit his warm skin. His cock was already rock-hard, twitching against his belly, practically begging for Frederick to take him.

Frederick tipped the bottle back and took a heavy mouthful of the wine, but he didn’t swallow. He leaned down and pressed his lips to Reynold’s, parting them so the cool liquid could spill from his mouth into Reynold’s.

Reynold moaned softly as he drank from him, the sound vibrating between their mouths. The kiss deepened immediately, wet, slow, and filthy tongues sliding together as the taste of wine mixed with their saliva.

Frederick broke the kiss only to drag his mouth down Reynold’s jaw, then lower. He licked a long, hot stripe along the side of Reynold’s neck, tasting the wine that had spilled there. Reynold’s breath hitched. "Ah... Daddy"

Frederick sucked hard on the sensitive skin just below his ear, teeth grazing lightly. Reynold’s back arched off the table, a broken moan spilling from his throat as his fingers clenched against the wood.

"Daddy... please."

Frederick didn’t stop. He sucked harder, deliberately leaving a dark mark, claiming him. Reynold’s hips jerked upward, a soft, needy whimper escaping him every time Frederick’s tongue flicked over the fresh bruise. Another wet kiss, another slow suck, each one pulled a sweeter, more desperate sound from Reynold’s lips.

By the time Frederick finally lifted his head, Reynold’s neck was marked with undeniable proof of who he belonged to. His dark eyes were glassy, filled with raw tears of pleasure, and his entire body was trembling with intense desire.

Frederick looked down at him, a low, dark smirk spreading across his handsome face. "Look at you, sweetheart... we’re just starting, baby, and you’re already like this."

Desperate for relief, Reynold reached down and wrapped his hand around Frederick’s massive cock. Squeezing tightly, he whimpered, "Please... Daddy, please fuck me."

"Why the rush, baby?" Frederick murmured. He reached down and gently but firmly pried Reynold’s hand away from his cock. Instead, he wrapped his own broad, warm palm around Reynold’s leaking cock and began stroking him slowly, steadily, and deliberately while leaning down to lick the remaining trails of wine from Reynold’s chest.

Reynold’s breathing turned heavy and uneven under the deliberate pace of Frederick’s hand. Every slow stroke made his hips twitch.

Frederick reached over, took another sip from the wine bottle, and let a cool, glistening stream spill directly over Reynold’s right nipple. Without hesitation, he closed his mouth over the wine-slick peak and sucked it deep into the heat of his mouth. His tongue swirled slowly around the hardened bud in tight, deliberate circles, drawing a sharp, broken moan from Reynold’s throat.

"Ah...! Nnngh, Daddy!" Reynold moaned loudly, throwing his head back against the table. His hips rolled helplessly into Frederick’s slow-stroking palm, his cock throbbing and leaking slick pre-cum over Frederick’s fingers.

"Please... just fuck me. Please, Daddy..."

Frederick didn’t speed up his stroke, nor did he release the nipple in his mouth. He sucked harder, pulling the sensitive peak tight between his lips before switching to the other side, drenching it in wine and repeating the slow, relentless torture until Reynold was writhing beneath him, sobbing out desperate pleas.

Then Frederick moved lower. He trailed his tongue down the center of Reynold’s tight, shuddering stomach, licking into the small dip of his navel. He sealed his lips around it and sucked deeply, drawing a sharp gasp from Reynold, before continuing further down.

Frederick pulled the heavy dining chair right up to the edge of the table and sat down. He reached out, took hold of Reynold’s smooth thighs, and pulled them apart, lifting his knees high until Reynold was completely spread open for him, like a private banquet prepared just for his mouth. Reynold’s entrance was fully exposed, soft and waiting under Frederick’s dark, possessive gaze.

Frederick picked up the wine bottle again and tilted it over Reynold’s crotch. A steady stream of cool red wine poured over his tight balls, trickling down between his thighs and coating the puckered rim of his hole.

Without hesitation, Frederick leaned in and buried his face between Reynold’s spread legs. His tongue pushed hot and wet against the wine-soaked entrance, licking firmly before pressing inside.

"Oh fuck—Aaaah!" Reynold cried out, toes curling hard against the air as Frederick’s mouth worked him open with slow, filthy precision.

Wet, slick sounds filled the room — the soft, hungry suction of Frederick’s mouth, the wet slide of his tongue, mixed with Reynold’s broken, echoing moans. Frederick pulled his hand away from Reynold’s cock completely, leaving it untouched and aching. Instead, he dragged his tongue from the rim up over Reynold’s wine-slick balls, sucking one into his mouth, then the other, while his free hand slid up Reynold’s torso to pinch and roll a swollen nipple between his fingers.

"It feels so good... Daddy, it feels so good—" Reynold whimpered, voice shaking as he clutched the edges of the table, body trembling under every wet, deliberate stroke of Frederick’s mouth.

Frederick didn’t ease up. He pressed his mouth harder against Reynold’s entrance, tongue pushing deep inside the tight, wine-slick rim. He licked into him with slow, filthy strokes, then sealed his lips around the hole and sucked deep, wet, and relentlessly.

"Ah—! Frederick —" Reynold cried out, hips jerking.

Frederick sucked again, harder this time, tongue swirling inside him before pulling back just enough to lick firmly over the sensitive rim. The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth filled the room. Every time he sucked, Reynold moaned, sharp, broken, helpless.

"Right there... deeper please... Daddy..."

Frederick’s tongue pushed back inside, thicker, deeper...