Wicked Surrender by T. A. Grey

“Because you gnaw on your bottom lip right here when you get turned on. You do it when I pinch your sweet nipples, too. And your cheeks flush a pretty red. When you come your chest flushes too, right here,” he said stroking from tops of her breasts to her neck. “It’s beautiful. I could watch you come every damn day.”
    Suddenly he stopped, a tic pulsing at his right eye and Vera realized he’d said something he hadn’t wanted to. His words had her shaking, panting below him, desperate for more. She didn’t want the sweet moment to end so she kissed his mouth until it softened against her.
    “Tell me more,” she whispered. His eyes darkened.
    “How about I show you?” She was still shaking her head yes, when he started pulling her clothes off her.
    She wanted to forget all about what she saw and just let the relief of the matter with Ariss pass. Jacks’ touch was the perfect way to escape that reality.
    His touch was gentle but possessive. He took off her shirt but stopped to reverently stroke her stomach, the creamy skin of her breast. Her jeans came off and he slid his big hands up her inner thi ghs, lighting a fire inside her as his fingers teased the edge of her panties before pulling away. Strong, loving, demanding touches all over her until he finally worked her thong down her thighs and off her ankles .
    He stood back and simply gazed at her naked body, with that smoldering, dark look in his eyes. Vera felt like a goddess.
    This time was different between them, already she could tell. There wasn’t that rushed urgency that had driven them before. Though she still felt the same intense passion searing between them that had been there since day one.
    Her legs scissored as he continued to watch her. Even now, he took in all the details. Her hardened nipples, the blush in her face, her hands fisted in the cover, the scent of her wet sex filling the air. He closed his eyes for a minute as if in pain, then reached at the back of his neck and pulled his shirt over his head. The expanse of his chest was breathtaking and sexy as hell. His chest was hard with a dusking of hair that disappeared into his jeans.
    Nibbling her lip, Vera watched him reach for his fly and open it. His movements seemed slower as he unbuttoned his jeans them achingly slow pushed them down inch by inch. Vera held her breath until finally, his cock popped free. A flood of creamy, hot heat spilled out of her at the sight.
    “Come here.” Vera pulled her eyes away from his turgid cock to meet his eyes. He stepped back a foot from the bed and pointed to the floor. More delicious heat swam through her. Was he testing her issues with being controlled? Because she had news f or him, she was falling in love --if he asked her to suck on his toes, she’d do so with relish.
    Vera climbed off the bed and knelt before him. His cock bobbed in her face and she smelled his warm, masculine scent. She licked the tip and opened her mouth to take him in, but his hand wrapped in her hair and jerked her back.
    He tilted his head at her in warning, then cupped her chin with his other hand. She allowed him to part her lips. He slid the head of his cock over her lips and darted her tongue out to taste him. The hand in her hair pulled back in another warning--not hard enough to hurt, just enough to tell her no.
    “Open for me and take me deep.” Vera relaxed her jaw with a sudden eagerness to please him. He slid in, over her tongue and touched the back of her mouth. He pulled back on a groan as his cock rubbed through her soft lips, over her wet tongue.
    The hand in her hair tightened, and then his thrusts were no longer gentle. He fucked her mouth like he had her pussy. Vera moaned and grasped at his powerful thighs. The muscles bunched and flexed hard as he worked himself inside her. She’d never felt anything like it. It was as though he craved doing this, needed to take her this way. And her body was responding with soft, wet acceptance that was