Dangerous Defiance by Natasha Knight

her open as he did until she felt his tongue on her sex, licking the length of her.
    “Oh…” she began, holding perfectly still while he spread her cheeks wider, the thumb of one hand tracing the space from her sex up toward her back hole. He teased her, licking and caressing, his finger moving closer and closer until it came to rub soft circles around her bottom hole, his tongue licking, the tip of it just touching her clit when she pushed the pillows out from under her and buried her face in the mattress, lifting her ass high, giving him access to all of her.
    He kept it up and she came fast, the heat of her bottom, the vulnerability of her position, the feel of his wet tongue licking at her pussy while his thumb just pushed against her back hole too much, the sensations overwhelming.
    He held her like that while she stilled, keeping her hips lifted when she wanted to sag into the bed. She looked back to find him stripping off his shirt and without even taking his pants off fully but just unzipping them, freeing his thick cock, he pulled her bottom cheeks apart and drove hard into her pussy, causing her to call out with the force of it.
    “I like you like this,” he said, his hands rubbing her sore bottom hard. “I like you offering your ass to me and I like it striped and red.”
    “Mmm…” She began to lift up onto her hands.
    “No,” he said, one hand at the back of her neck. “Down, face down, ass up tonight.”
    She turned her cheek onto the bed and watched him watching his cock move in and out of her pussy as he fucked her, his cock pumping hard and fast into her, and when he once again covered her back hole with his thumb, she closed her eyes, lost again in sensation, in heat, pain and pleasure mixing into something entirely new and unbelievable.

Chapter Nine

    The next morning, she woke early to find Jackson’s arms wrapped around her, holding her tight to him. She looked at him as he slept, his mouth slightly open, his square jaw scruffy with the night’s growth of stubble. His brown hair was ruffled and he was snoring lightly. She smiled, trying to pull free from under the heavy weight of his arm.
    He made a sound and moved his arm, setting his hand on her hip.
    “You’re kind of cute when you’re sleeping,” she said, touching the stubble on his face. “But you are getting gray,” she said. “How old are you again?”
    “You even talk in your sleep,” he said, opening his eyes.
    She grinned. “It’s sweet, huh?”
    He raised his eyebrows, humor brightening his eyes. “Sweet. That’s what I was thinking too.”
    “Jackson,” she began.
    “Jess,” he mimicked.
    “Tell me about your ex-wife.”
    He looked puzzled. “Why?” he asked with a groan.
    He rolled onto his back, his expression growing very serious as he looked up at the ceiling.
    She leaned up on one elbow. “I’m just curious.”
    He turned to look at her. “It’s not that interesting,” he began but continued at her insistence. “I was twenty-one when we got married. She was nineteen. We had met back in high school.”
    “Go on.”
    “We were only married a year and two months,” he began, “before she decided she was in love with someone else, someone from out of town. She decided the small town life was not for her, she wanted more.”
    “Did she cheat on you?”
    He turned to her and shook his head. “She says she didn’t and that’s all I need to know. I was angry at first and I can tell you, I was not calm about it when it was happening. I realize now, however, that we were both young.”
    “No kids?”
    “No, thank goodness. I wanted them but she wanted to wait. I guess it was a good thing she won that argument.”
    “Where is she now?”
    “New York. Married and divorced twice. Still no kids.”
    “Do you keep in touch?”
    “Talk once a year when she comes to visit her folks.”
    “Was she pretty?”
    He turned to her, smiling a mischievous smile. “Is that just a hint of jealousy?” he