Free Surrender by Violetta Rand Page A

dark nipples are begging to be sucked. Not yet. I focus all my attention on that perfect ass. The one I fell in love with after she wiggled it in my face two nights in a row. I flip her around so her backside is facing me. I reach around her hips with both hands and unbutton her slacks. The material is nearly as delicate as tissue paper. I help her slide out of them and am pleased to discover she’s not wearing any panties.
    I pull her onto my lap and cup her breasts. My cock is begging to come out and play. My hand slides underneath her ass and I find paradise. I insert a finger inside her slit. She’s so unbelievably slick and wet. I love how tight she is. My finger glides in and out while she gyrates on my lap—teasing me until I can’t wait anymore. I withdraw my hand. “Come here . . .” I nudge her off my lap.
    She stands, then turns to face me. Giving me a seductive look, she kneels in front of me and pulls my underwear down to my ankles. I step out of them. Thinking she’s going to stand back up, my knees buckle when she takes me in her mouth. Holy shit. Something I never expected her to do. She’s stroking me with both hands while she sucks me into her mouth inch by blessed inch. If I let her do it too much longer I’m going to come in her mouth. I grit my teeth. She has to stop , now. I cup her face and she looks up. “Bring those sweet lips up here so I can kiss them.”
    She’s beautiful—that face, those breasts, that perfectly trimmed little wet snatch, her ass. I grab two handfuls. I’m done waiting. I gently push her onto the bed. She lies down and spreads her legs.
    “Garrick . . . there’s something I need to tell you.”
    “Shhh.” There are no words to describe what she’s doing to me. I crawl on top of her, positioning myself between her thighs. We lock gazes. I lick my lips in anticipation and nuzzle the left side of her neck. “I want you . . .”
    I feel her whole body decompress as I rub my cock across her slit so we’re both wet. She’s as relaxed as she’s going to get. I thrust inside her a few inches, then stop. I feel resistance,   and she screams. What the fuck . . . “Robyn?” I can’t move until I know she’s all right. I look down.
    She frames my face between both hands. “It’s okay . . . I want this more than anything.”
    I’m not convinced. She’s a virgin. A virgin. It hasn’t sunk in yet. I’m an asshole again. “Why didn’t you tell me?” I’m losing it and it’s pissing me off.
    “I tried to . . .” She starts kissing me all over. My cheeks, my eyelids, and the tip of my nose. “Please, Garrick.” She brushes a feathery kiss across my lips. I groan. It’s working. I can’t resist her touch. She kisses me again, delicately licking my bottom lip.
    I capture her tongue with my teeth and growl. Her touch has restorative powers and I’m hard as a steel rod in seconds. Her hips buck and I bury myself inside her. She squirms and moans, and I give her what we both want—both need. After three days and nights of painful denial I can’t control it anymore. I feel her body tense. I pull out halfway and jam myself back in. Again and again until I feel the pulse of her climax—and I explode inside her.
    We fall, exhausted and sated. My mind is working overtime, though. How could a girl as gorgeous as Robyn have been a virgin? I’m not disappointed . . . she’s mine now. Especially now. But I’m afraid there’s more to this story.
    I’m awake just as the predawn light starts to filter through my lace curtains. I look left; Garrick is asleep. There’s a peaceful look on his face. I stare at the ceiling, folding my arms above my head. Last night blew my mind. And I know he’ll want answers. I’m afraid he’ll hate me. A virgin who knows how to give head is a novelty, and not necessarily a good one. I climb out of bed and look down at the sheet. There’s blood. I don’t want him to see it, but I can’t do anything about it until he wakes up. I