Lonzo: Book 1 (Tycoon Series Book 1) (10 page)

“Ahhhh!”

He eased off when he realized she was close. He returned to her clit to nuzzle, lick and suck it like a teat.

Her fingers fisted on his hair as she braced herself, her legs trembling in pleasure with each delve of his tongue.

He continued tormenting her, stopping whenever she neared orgasm. Then he would start all over again. He didn’t relent until he heard her beg and plead. Until she was gasping to get more air inside her lungs. He devoured her like she was his last meal on earth—

“Please…”

Nothing turned him on so much as hearing her cries of pleasure. He could eat her for hours and hours.

“Please what, cara? ”

“I want—”

“What do you want? Let me hear you say it.”

“Touch me. With your tongue. Please—”

“Your wish is my command.”

And with that, he continued his caress, staking his claim with renewed vigor. He drew her legs over his shoulders as he continued to mine her depths. His efforts were soon reciprocated. She moaned loudly, as her legs began to quake and her internal walls contracted with each invasion of his tongue. His cock twitched in answer. Soon she was shoving herself against his face.

He knew she was close.

She cried out suddenly, her body arching like a bow. Her release flooding and gifting his mouth at last for his toil.

Seeing her come was the most mind-blowing thing he had ever seen.

He wrestled for control. He won’t lose it like a randy kid on his first fuck. He continued to lap at her until she stopped shaking from the remnants of her climax.

Jordana was still reeling from the aftershocks of her first orgasm.
She was totally unprepared for it—the seismic tremors of desire that left her trembling and weak like a newborn foal.

In the past, she had imagined what an orgasm felt like. Over the years she had overheard people talk and describe their Big Ohs. She felt embarrassed and envious because of her inability to feel that way. Her previous relationships had been few and brief. Her ex boyfriends had accused her of being either a tease or a frigid whenever she failed to respond to their embrace or touch.

She secretly hoped at the beginning of each of her previous relationships that she’d feel a spark of desire. But that sexual desire never came.

After her last disastrous relationship, she gave up trying. So she steered clear of men.

Maybe her father had totally ruined that integral part of being. Or maybe having a partner was not in the cards.

Nevertheless, she tried to fill the void. She worked non-stop. Still, she wondered what the fuss was all about…why couples spend days and even weeks in bed together…why were they driven to the extremes.

Now she knew why. It was highly pleasurable and so dangerously addicting.

It took a complete stranger to show her she wasn't the freak that she believed she was…that her body had the ability to feel such rush of pleasure.

He pulled himself off the bed to retrieve something. She swallowed when she heard the sounds of foil being torn.

Say something!

The words inside her head were forgotten when he went back to bed to lay on top of her, this time facing her.

She can’t take her eyes off him.

She was so used to seeing good-looking guys in her line of work that they became totally blasé to her. But this man, this stranger, he made her fellow male models look like prettified boys in comparison.

He was the drop-dead-toe-curling-panty-melting-alpha variety.

His deep-set green eyes were hypnotic, with ridiculously thick lashes that would’ve looked odd on a guy yet surprisingly looked arresting on him.

He had a chiseled jawline, a strong, masculine nose and a sensual mouth that lived to its promise. Physically, he was a ten.

But he was so much more than a handsome face. Those olive orbs blazed with obvious intelligence and undeniable confidence.He radiated an intense aura of danger and ruthlessness. A devilish, ‘I-don’t-care-what-people-think-of-me’ air. In her mind’s eye she could imagine him walking in a room full of people and every single one would be compelled to watch his every move.

She was no way different. She couldn’t look away even if she tried.

She knew nothing about him, not even his name…yet her body accepted and recognized his. There was no explanation for it. It just felt somewhat…right.

Every hard sinew of his body molded her slighter, softer one. She waited for the aversion to rear its ugly head and spoil this moment for her. But it never came.

She swallowed as she noted the unmistakable evidence of his manhood.

Her hips automatically sought his. He shuddered, growing even harder.

A tremendous sense of power surged through her. For the first time, she reveled and basked in her femininity.

It amazed her—that she can make this man, this beautiful stranger, tremble at her slightest touch.

He began to kiss her, turning her brain into mush. She had kissed men before. But those were perfunctory, forgettable exchanges. She never enjoyed it and just went through the motions.

Until now.

Wow. So this is what a real kiss feels like.

At first his kisses were gentle and probing…encouraging her response. She did. Shyly at first. That didn’t last long. Pretty soon, it deepened until their mouths were entwined in a carnal clash of lips and tongue. Her hands found its way around his neck, drawing him to her.

His lips left hers, leaving her bereft for a second. But not for long.

He trailed small, wet kisses behind her ear and nibbled his way down the length of her neck.

A soft moan escaped her when he reached the tops of her breasts. Her breathing grew labored when his warm hand grazed and cupped her right globe, his thumb stroking the pink tip gently, teasingly until her nipple puckered under his gaze. He dropped his mouth over the tight tip before sucking hard, his tongue flickering repeatedly, making her body hum.

“Ahhh!” she cried as she grasped his shoulders for purchase.

“Do you want this?” he asked.

“Y-Yes!” she answered.

“Good.”

He went to claim her other breast and did the wicked torture all over again.

Then he ceased.

He braced his arms on either side of her head.

“The first time will be quick and hard, cara. The second time would probably be fast, too. If we’re lucky, it’ll probably be slower by the third time,” he told her, his voice thick as syrup and slurry with want.

“O-Okay,” she nodded. She’d probably agree to everything he would suggest.

“I’ll make this memorable for you. Trust me?”

She nodded again, like the bobblehead doll on the dashboard of a car.

Is sexual haze making me stupid?

He gave her a heart-stopping smile before his hips forced her wide open to receive him.

It’s about to happen. She’s about to lose her cherry and become a woman at last.

She felt his shaft probe the folds of her nether lips, his bulbous head spreading her juices.

She swallowed nervously. He was very big—a given as he was a big man. She estimated his height to be around six feet three inches, with sleek muscles and powerful limbs.

She mentally braced herself for what was about to happen.

This will hurt. For sure.

The man was built like a stallion.

She held her breath as he slowly inched his arousal inside her.

He positioned himself between her waiting thighs nex
t, prying her further with his pelvis and legs; his large hands sliding beneath the sheets to adjust her hips.

They fit so well. Like puzzle pieces.

Unable to stop himself, he kissed her gently, teasing her lips to open for him. She kissed him back, shyly and tentative at first. Soon the gentle kisses became fiery and passionate. Her arms went around his neck when he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue inside her warm, sweet mouth, letting her taste what he savored earlier.

He kissed her neck before worshiping the ripe, succulent globes of her breasts; closing his mouth around the aroused, pink tips until his hunger was temporarily appeased.

Her breath hitched, her body reacting with renewed need.

He raised himself off the softness of her breasts, placing his arms on both sides of her head.

He could see everything from up here.

She was looking at him, her eyes slanted pronouncedly from her earlier release.

She made the tiniest grinding movement with her hips. And he finally lost control.

With a grunt, he nudged her entrance, shuddering when his leaking crown came in contact with her dripping, hot center. He gritted his teeth, closing his eyes in an effort to slow things down a bit, savoring the moment before he slowly pushed himself inside. An inch at a time.

She felt tight…tighter than a fist.

“You’re so fucking tight.”

His girth stretched her fully. He wasn’t even halfway inside her yet.

“Bend your knees, cara.”

She did his bidding but it did little to ease his entry.

She opened her mouth to tell him something.

He came to a halt when he felt a barrier.

He sat on his haunches to stare down at her. His brows drawn, eyes unbelieving.

“You’re a virgin.”

Their hips were still fused. Should he pull out? Fuck, that would kill him!

She drew a ragged breath before she replied.

“Yes, but not for long. Question is, are you up for it?”

Did she just challenged him? Did she really just said that?

A virgin!

Cazzo! Merde!

He walked on this earth for thirty-three years without fucking one. He preferred sexually confident partners.

He was well-endowed. And he was not even being cocky about his state of cock-fullness. It was the whole fucking truth. There was nothing he could do about it. Even experienced women had trouble accepting his size at first. He’d only end up hurting her.

Besides, bedding a virgin can lead to complications—the clingy kind. With GM on the verge of a labor walkout, he had a lot on his plate already. He had no patience nor the time for needy females.

But still…she felt too damned good. Like a human guybrator set on the highest setting.

He should pull out of her snug, tight warmth…tell her to get dressed and leave his room so he can nurse his blue balls privately in the shower.

After the wedding, he’d leave straightaway, hook up with a former flame so he can enjoy marathon sex and forget this encounter ever happened. Come next week, he’d preside over GM’s executive and townhall meetings in his usual sharp self, his hormones in control and this wide-eyed siren completely erased from his mind.

Hah!
That would be the scenario if he was in an alternative universe, where rationality lorded supreme.

But in this universe? He was royally screwed. Emphasis on screwed.

When she entwined her legs around his waist, he was a goner.

“You won’t go?” she asked softly, her beautiful eyes wary.

There was no way he could leave her.

“No,
bella
. I’m not going anywhere, ” he said, his voice rough. “But we have to finish this differently.”

Her eyes grew round.

“There’s another way? Are we doing this wrong?”

He almost smiled at her naivete. If only she knew how her hot, tight passage was killing him.

He shook his head. “Let me just show you…”

Her limbs relaxed, her legs slid deliciously from his hips. He continued to stare at her. She was so fragile compared to him. He wasn’t used to gentle sex. He liked it hard and vigorous after a lengthy foreplay.

He had no frigging idea how to deflower a virgin.

Well, you better start learning now.

They were still joined, his cock midway. She was still wet but not enough. His hand went down to cup her mound as his mouth covered her nipple, gently biting it before sucking it deep.

“Does that feel good?”

“Ohh…yes!”

His hand stroked her again, playing her like a virtuoso. She began to pant, clinging to him with each movement of his fingers. He continued until she came a second time.

He had to breach her now, while she was still in the throes of her climax. It would lessen the hurt. Or so he hoped.

“I don’t want to hurt you, sweetheart. We’ll take this slowly, okay?”

“O-Okay. Will it…?”

“Will it what,
carissima
?”

She blushed a shade pinker. “Us. I mean…are we going to fit?”

He smiled. She was such an innocent. “Oh, yes we will, cara. Open your legs wider. Let me in.”