Page 10 of Relentless Surrender

Conner took two steps forward till he stood directly in front of her. Heat radiated off him. Sage took a deep breath. He smelled like musk and old spice. It was a comforting, sexy scent.

“I see that this thin, pathetic piece of fabric you call a dress is all wet,” rasped Conner as he fingered the spaghetti strap of her ruffled dress. “You should take it off.”

“I’ll have you know this is an expensive dress,” she said with a huff.

“It’s barely a dress because it barely covers your ass. If I ever catch you wearing something so flimsy without me nearby to protect you, I’ll turn you over my knee.” He sounded like an over-protective boyfriend and he didn’t give a damn. The thought of her wearing something so revealing around other men was driving him crazy.

It was a Neanderthal thing to say to her, thought Sage. He had no right. He wasn’t her boyfriend. Even if he was…men didn’t say such things in the twenty-first century!

It would be insane to provoke such a man. And yet she couldn’t resist saying with a bit of sass, “This happens to be one of my favorite dresses. In fact, my date tonight seemed to like it quite a bit.”

The sudden spark in his blue eyes was her only warning.

Two large fists gripped the front of her dress and tore the gossamer fabric to shreds. Her cry of alarm was swallowed by his descending mouth. Wrapping his hands around her exposed ribcage, Conner lifted Sage up and walked her backwards till she made contact with the cool, smooth service of the wall. Moving his hands down, he roughly pushed her thighs open, wedging his slim hips between them. Sage felt as boneless as a rag doll as he jerked her knees up to straddle him, forcing her pussy to rub against his straining cock.

Conner used his teeth to seize the delicate fabric of her bra cup and pull it down, exposing her pink erect nipple. Pulling it deep into his mouth, he flicked it hard with his tongue till Sage squirmed in his grasp. Her other nipple got the same treatment till she was practically crying for mercy. All the while he ground his hips against her tender flesh. Conner placed an open-mouthed kiss on the upper swell of her left breast, tasting her skin.

Reaching between them, he boldly gripped the thin strap of her thong panties and pulled, snapping them in two. Fueled by her soft mewing sounds and his own thundering heartbeat, Conner placed two fingers at her tight entrance. He remembered in the car; he could barely get his thick fingers past the first knuckle. Palming her pussy, he once again tried to pierce her flesh. She was so impossibly tight.

Kissing alongside her neck, her growled into her ear, “God damn baby. You’re tight.”

Abashed, Sage whispered, “It’s…it’s been awhile.”

Conner felt a surge of possessive power. There was no way she was a virgin but he liked the idea it had been awhile since another man had touched her.

Circling the pad of his thumb around her clit, he slowly increased the rhythm and pressure as her breathing became shallower. Reading the signs of her arousal. With each indrawn breath, he stroked his fingers in a little further, opening her up…preparing her.

“Oh god. Oh god,” she breathed before latching painfully onto his shoulder with her small teeth. Conner didn’t mind. She could brand him all she wanted.

Sage lurched forward so powerfully as she came, he had to tighten his grip so he wouldn’t drop her. Her whole body trembled with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Conner held her close as he walked them to the bedroom.

Sage felt the cool softness of rumpled sheets against her heated back. Still she kept her eyes closed. Overwhelmed. She could feel the bed dip as Conner pressed down on his left forearm over her head. His right hand moved to the fastening of his uniform trousers. In the silence of the room all that could be heard was their harsh breathing and the sound of his zipper lowering.

Remembering back to her first glimpse of his cock against the fabric of his Calvin Klein’s, Sage momentarily panicked.

“Wait!”

“Baby, I can’t wait.”

She could feel the head of his cock press against her small entrance.

“What about protection?”

Conner was tested regularly as part of being in the service. Despite that, he always wore a condom when with a woman, any woman. Always. There was just something about Sage that made him rebel. He needed to feel her. Needed nothing between them.

“I’m clean. You?”

Sage shook her head yes. “I’m on the pill too but maybe you should still…”

Conner shook his head no. “I need to feel you. All of you. Spitfire, I can’t explain it.”

Conner gripped her jaw and looked deeply into her eyes as he slowly pushed his cock past her resisting entrance.

“Oh god. It hurts,” she cried out as her pussy contracted around his girth. Her muscles burned and trembled as they stretched to accommodate his wide shaft. “Conner, I think you’re…you’re too…too…”

“Shhh…just hold on.”

Conner’s back muscles ached with the strain and sweat broke out across his brow as he reined in the urge to ram deep inside her clenching, wet warmth. Using every ounce of discipline, he possessed he slowly pushed inside of her. Giving her body time to adjust with every inch. After what felt like an eternity, he had finally sheathed all nine inches inside her welcoming heat.

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