Free Dangerous Surrender by Carrie Kelly Page A

Fattie Mattie?
    He wouldn’t. Whatever game he played was probably an effort to make me feel better. Make me believe other men would desire me after Steven left so suddenly. Maybe that was true, but Jack wasn’t one of them.
    I’d almost drifted off to sleep when he came out of the bathroom, turned out the dim light and climbed into the bed next to me. His fingers brushed the hair from my cheek, and I squeezed my eyes shut in an effort to avoid another confrontation.
    “I’m sorry I pushed you, love,” he said and buried his lips in my neck. The rough edge of his cheek scratched my jaw and shoulder as he pulled my naked body flush with his.
    “Jack what are you doing?” I moaned and tried to suck in my stomach as best I could.
    That’s not going to work, Tilda! I told myself, but I couldn’t help the urge.
    “I’m holding you,” he whispered as his hands brushed over my full breasts.
    I opened my mouth to argue, but a gasp escaped my lips instead. He was playing offense on my body. His fingers pinched delicately at my hardened nipples as the thick length of his bulge dug into my backside.
    “You don’t have to,” I breathed as he suckled on my neck. Every swirl of his tongue awoke my senses, filled my veins with heady desire.
    “Shut the hell up, Mattie. I want to. Why can’t you accept that?” he growled and grabbed my sex with a gruff hand.
    His forceful touch spread my thighs, an eager finger dipping between my lips and fondling the velvet folds of my clit with a determination I’d never experienced. Then the blunt head of his cock slipped into me from behind, sliding between my legs and nudging at my pussy.
    “Jack,” I groaned and gripped onto the sheets, balling the material in my fists.
    He entered me with a swift thrust – his heat throbbing inside my tight walls. The scratchy warmth of his balls pressed into my ass as I pooled in his arms, helpless against the passion that consumed me when we touched.
    “Ah, I love how you feel, Mattie. I love every inch of you.”
    Why couldn’t I believe him?
    A strong hand turned my head, and his mouth nipped at mine. Our lips smoldering together as he shoved his length, balls deep, into me. His other hand circled my swollen clit, again and again, as I writhed in his powerful grasp.
    My chest heaved with each breath. A gasp escaped my throat at every urgent entrance. The tumescent shaft slammed into me – arousal rising across my flesh like static electricity. It surged through the air, gathered on our skin and radiated around the room in a chorus of moans.
    His tongue probed my mouth, and mine flicked out to meet it. My hips swiveled in time with his. His ironclad cock thundered into my sex; filling me to the brim with everything I ever wanted. Almost everything.
    He doesn’t love you, Tilda. He never could.
    I squeezed my eyes shut against the negative thoughts and leaned back into the thick muscles of his chest. Jack’s heart pounded against my back, mirroring the hammering of my own. His free hand groped my body, caressing my needy breasts and settling on my waist.
    Faster and faster his finger stroked my mound, urging me closer to the luscious destination. Lips trailed over my shoulders, scorching my skin, and I bit my tongue to keep from saying his name.
    God I wanted to say his name!
    Then he gripped me tighter as we rode the wave into our mutual pleasure. The orgasm slammed into us at almost the exact same moment. Jack’s seed, slick and warm, burst inside my gripping pussy. I twitched and groaned, my walls grasping at the turgid length as it spilt its load.
    The electric surge of lust sparked and sizzled – every nerve in my body exploded with dangerous passion.
    He buried his rough cheek into my neck, the heavy panting of his breath sizzling across my sweat slick skin. “Oh, Mattie. You’re wonderful, love. So wonderful.”
    Trembling with satisfaction, I fought to catch my breath and process what happened for the second time in just a few