Wicked Surrender by T. A. Grey

take over, baby.”
    Vera heard the threat in his voice and smiled. She felt like a cat in heat-- as if she was in her breeding cycle and craved only one thing. Only usually it didn’t matter who gave her what she needed so long as she g ot it. B ut this was different. It was only this man, this human man that she wanted.
    She reached to unbutton his pants, her fingers tracing the edge of his low-slung jeans, dipping inside to feel the blazing heat of his skin.
    “Fuck,” he growled, and then his hands were there, unzipping his jeans and pulling out his cock.
    Vera moaned and couldn’t stop her tongue from flicking out and tasting the side of his cock. She moaned again at his heady, masculine taste. His cock was so soft but hard underneath. The head was a dark shade of red and weeping at the tip.
    “Vera,” he warned, his hand fisting in her hair. Vera knew what he wa nted, what she wanted to give him , but c ouldn’t resist teasing him even as her pussy throbbed and creamed.
    Using only her tongue, she traced the sides of his cock, ignoring the tip that so desperately wanted her. Finally, after it was all wet, she used her lips and tongue to kiss the long, hard length. The hand in her hair started to shake. When she looked up, she saw his chest working hard, his lips pulled back into a pained grimace, and a dark warning in his eyes.
    That was all the warning she had before his hand tightened in her hair and he thrust his cock past her lips and into her mouth. She watched as his eyes rolled back and his head fell heavily down to the ground. After he got into her mouth, he couldn’t stop. His hips pumped his cock between her plump lips, against her wet tongue, with only one thought in mind--pleasure.
    Vera moaned and tightened her hands on his hard hips and knew she’d leave fingernail marks there. But then she pushed him down hard and pulled her mouth away. This was about control, her control. How did he manage to keep turning this on her?
    She flicked her tongue over the tip of him then started climbing up his body. He watched her like a hurt animal. She had no idea what he was thinking, but she sensed he was on the edge. And she desperately wanted to push him over.
    She leaned down over his flushed face and pressed a soft kiss to his hard mouth. When he didn’t kiss her back, she repeated the process again and again. Finally, on the third kiss, he snapped.
    With a maddening shout, he grabbed her and flipped her over. It became a fight. She struggled against him, fighting him limb for limb as he turned her onto her stomach then spread her knees wide.
    “No, dammit!”
    “I’ve had enough of your games,” came his dark threat.
    But she fought against the hands pushing her chest into the ground, her hips back and up. She would not be taken like a dog. She would not lose this fight. Snarling, she kicked her legs at him, but he tightened his grip and brought his hips flush to her ass.
    She couldn’t catch her breath or think quickly enough as he grabbed her hands in one of his and held them to the ground in front of her. His other hand was pushing up her skirt to her waist. Cool air breezed over her ass and she growled, the sound filled with her beast. She tried to pull her hands away, he would not take her like this, but somehow he was stronger. Impossible!
    “No!” But he ignored her shout and ripped her panties off.
    “I warned you baby,” was all he said and then plunged his cock deep inside her. Vera yelled but this time for an entirely different reason.
    Deep, blossoming pleasure engulfed her like a tidal wave. He stretched her muscles wide, filled her to the brink and then some. And he didn’t stay still but pounded into her with the fervor of a man gone too long without sex.
    Her fingers curled into the dirt underneath his strong hand and the only sound she could form past her lips was “ooooh!”
    Her hips curled back against him, her back arched until her hard nipples brushed against the dirt below.