Lonzo: Book 1 (Tycoon Series Book 1) (11 page)

She obeyed him, opening herself further. She continued to eye him warily but she no longer looked scared.

He drew back before pushing. He ignored her sudden gasp. He pulled back and pushed, an inch at a time, until he felt it again...her maidenhead. She’d never been with another.

Now he understood why there were men who put such a premium on having a virgin.

Fuck evolution and civilized behavior. Men always wanted first dibs if opportunity allowed it. What made him think he was in any way different?

Slow the fuck down, Vitale. You’re acting like it’s your first fuck. It’s just pussy. Pussy is just that. Pussy. Stick to your usual moves…

Her muscles tightened around him. All thoughts of going slow and easy vaporized. A hot mist of lust overcame and pushed him to the edge.

“Now…please,” she urged.

“Yes!” he bellowed. Tightening his ass, he thrust forward. He was so far gone when felt her hymen stretch over the head of his cock. He heard her sharp mew of pain.

He should stop now and pull his cock out of her.

But he didn’t…couldn’t stop lunging until he was hard-pressed against the mouth of her womb. Balls-deep. It was all too much. His mind was about to blow. She just felt so fucking good.

He buried his face on her neck and stilled.

She tensed. And she seemed to have stopped breathing…

See what you’ve done, stronzo?
It was her first time!

He lifted his head to look down at her.

“Cara? No, no, no…don’t tense up on me. Listen to my voice. Breathe—” he said, his voice hoarse.

She instantly complied.

“Did I hurt you really bad?” he asked again, his eyes never leaving her face. He was straining to remain still.

“Y-Yes. N-No. I don’t know! It’s beginning to ease now,” she admitted.

That was good to know but he knew she needed time to adjust to his size. Fuck, with the way he took her virginity earlier, she was definitely sore.

She needed more foreplay.

He began to kiss her mouth to take her mind off her earlier discomfort. He stroked and fondled her breasts next before his right hand went on to find and play with her clit. After what felt like an eternity, he felt her growing more aroused and wet.

“That’s it. Relax for me,” he encouraged.

“Can you please move now?”

He didn’t budge an inch. He wanted to be sure she was ready for this.

“You sure,
cara
?”

She nodded.

He eased himself out before thrusting carefully back in. She gasped, surprised. This time he instinctively knew it was not from pain. He couldn’t stop himself from smiling. Damn, he felt good it was he who was teaching her this.

His hips began a slow, gentle rhythm.

“Still painful?” he bit out, slowed his movements into a grind when he heard her groan. Shit. This was killing him but he detested the idea of her hurting.

She shook her head.

Unconvinced, he continued with the leisured strokes, this time dragging himself almost out of her wet sheath.

“Don’t…leave me—” she cried as she clamped around him, holding him tight.

He groaned as he stilled above her. Her muscles almost snapped his crown off before releasing him again. Fuck, she felt phenomenal. This was a good way to die.

When she dug her nails on his ass, he finally let loose the animal he’d been trying to contain.

He claimed her mouth again before surging forward, planting himself deep.

“I. Won’t. Leave. You—” he said against her lips, emphasizing each word with a firm, solid thrust.

She wrapped her long legs around him in welcome, taking him deeper as she tried to match the cadence of his body.

He snapped and pounded her like a rutting wolf—hard and uncalibrated. Gone was any semblance of finesse.

He pulled himself up again on his arms, his eyes trained at their joined bodies. Her body jerked with the strength of his thrusts, her bountiful breasts swaying in sync as his cock went in and out of her folds.

He crushed her with his body, his big hands going for her ass, cupping both cheeks as he adjusted her legs, pushing her knees further up.

He grunted as he gave her his full length.

“You feel so wet, so tight around my cock.”

She moaned and arched her back for him. “You feel so hard. So thick.”

His control faltered. He held her hips before he pushed himself farther than he’d ever been inside her depths. His movements accelerated, his hips began a frantic pace as she continued to tighten her walls around him.

The bed creaked, the headboard banged loudly against the wall of the room.

She whimpered as she wrapped her legs around his hips. He could sense she was close.

He intensified his strokes as her muscles fought to latch on to his steely length with each parry.

She contracted around him and cried out her pleasure, rocking her desperate body against his, milking him in strong, continuous spasms.

His heart sped up until it was about to burst out of his chest.

“Fuuuuuck!”

He shouted and bit her shoulder when he exploded inside her, his climax hitting him like a freight train. Pleasure came like a huge unrelenting wave, cresting far longer than what he ever experienced before. He jetted what must have been liters of come. It just went on and on and on.

It was the most violent orgasm he ever experienced.

His knees lost its strength, his limp body collapsing on top of her soft one. He felt boneless and weak.

He could only think of one word to describe her.
Sensazionale.

He was totally wiped out, his nervous system barely recovered from the overload. He remained slumped over her for several minutes as he struggled to breathe back to normal.

His senses slowly crept back one by one. He felt like he just came back from the dead. And what a death it had been.

As he began to string his thoughts together, he realized that he was crushing her with his weight while his hands still held the span of her hips. He lifted his hands away.

He cursed himself as soon as he saw his handiwork —the beginning of bruises marred her perfect skin.

He grew rock hard inside her again and from the way it was behaving on its own, it had no plan of ever softening any time soon. But he wished he could stay inside her longer, something that never happened with any woman. But the condom might leak.

He knew he had to pull out of her now and clean her up somewhat. He’d done enough damage to her already

His brain told him to haul himself off her, but his response was slow—completely taken in by the reality of it all: that he just shared the most fantastic sexual experience with this sexy, beautiful woman who—surprise of all surprises, was a true innocent.

He wanted to console her, kiss her first before sliding out and off her. It sounded like a good plan. He bent to kiss her cheek.

He froze when he tasted the saltiness of her tears. She was crying silently.

He cussed himself some more.

What did expect, coglione? You took her too roughly!

Well, that got him moving. He pulled himself up and braced his weight on the mattress before carefully pulling himself out. She was so tight that he heard a popping sound as his cock emerged from her depths.

“Don’t cry,
cara
…please,” he said as he drew her to him in a tender embrace, willing her pain to go away.

This came as a surprise. He never cuddled after sex. Ever. But then again, this was a night of firsts.

He must’ve been fucked out of his mind, he thought as he tightened his arms around her.

“Shhhh. I’ve got you,
cara
. I’ve got you.”

Jordana felt his lips press a kiss against her hair.
The action was so tender, so caring, that it brought fresh tears to fall unhindered down her cheeks

“Are you okay,
cara
? Did I hurt you really bad? Is that why you’re crying? Tell me...” he asked softly.

“I-I’m okay. I j-just never expected that it could be like that,” she murmured. When she thought he would stop, she felt like crying. This man made her feel things she once thought impossible.

One of his hands cupped her face before gently wiping her tears.

“It’s not always like that,
cara
. That was rare. “

Her anxiety levels spiked when she heard that, her mind went on overdrive.

What if I never feel like this again? What if he’s the only man who can make me feel like this?
He was nothing but a stranger. She hadn’t got a clue to his name, what he did, if he owned a dog or a cat. She knew nothing. Zero.

Except for one thing. He made her body combust.

What had she done now?!

A low cry of despair escaped her lips as she covered her face with tremulous hands.

How could she have been this stupid, this irresponsible? How could she let go of herself like this? This was way worse than her media booboo. A million times worse.

He shifted and before she could move away, she found herself caged and tucked at his side, his arms around her.

She stayed like that for a long time—curled against him, until her tears dried up.

She wasn’t a cry-baby type but after experiencing such searing passion, she felt emotionally achy and peachy.

“Shhhh. I’ve got you, cara. I’ve got you,” he whispered.

He was a stranger but she believed him. For now.

Lonzo was relieved when she calmed down.
Women and their tears never troubled him before but seeing her distressed…that made him uneasy. Made his chest swell and ache with an unknown emotion. Probably because they seemed real. Yeah. That must be it. He was more used to seeing croc tears from females who wanted more than he was willing to give them.

She gave him a wobbly smile and he found himself smiling back. Which was weird in itself. Why the fuck was he smiling at this chick? He was never the smiley guy inside the bedroom.

For a minute there, everything seemed to stop. A man and a woman sharing a unique experience and he didn’t want the moment to end. He kept on smiling before he leaned down to kiss her gently which quickly turned into a carnal fest the moment his mouth touched her lips. He couldn’t stop kissing her, his tongue moving deep as she eagerly responded, entwining her arms around his neck.

His cock twitched as their kisses grew more urgent. She broke the kiss to gasp when his hard cock pressed eagerly at her entrance.

He mentally shook himself. How can he be so selfish? She was probably too sore for a second round. Besides which…fuck, he had to take care of the fucking condom!

He tipped her chin to meet his gaze.

“
Merda
, you’re so tempting,
cara
…but we have to stop now. Or you’ll be too sore tomorrow,” he panted. “You understand?”

She nodded.

“We’ll talk. Later. But first, we’ve got to clean you up.”

“O-Okay.”

“Stay here and wait for me. I won’t be long,” he said as he planted a quick kiss on her lips before hopping off the bed to saunter toward the bathroom. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror when he switched the lights on.

He looked every inch a smug sonofabitch.

His sexual encounters usually left him a bit wiped-out. He saw no tiredness in his reflection now.

In fact, he looked like the cat who found a cupboard full of the finest cream.

He was about to splash cold water on his face when he saw the used condom still covering his cock. It was smeared with red. Her blood. He should have been sickened and appalled. But hell no.

It took a lot not to give in to the urge to shout or to perform a fist pump.

Stronzo!
He should be shot.

He’d read that in the Medieval times, it was customary for the groom to hand the bloodied sheets for the whole world to see. Shit. For sure, his ancestors practiced the ritual as they stake their claim on their women. Totally primitive and uncivilized. But darn, whoever said that men were tame creatures, himself included? He felt so uncivilized he was sure he’d sprouted fangs by now. Fuck. He still craved her body. He was still hard for her. He was a beast.

Splashing water over his face won’t do the trick. He discarded the condom and marched inside the cubicle. He turned the shower on, the cold water instantly hitting his overheated skin, lowering his libido a little. He made a low indignant noise. Him, taking a cold shower after experiencing the fuck of his life? Utterly ridiculous.

It was no use, however. His dick was still as hard as a steel railing and from the looks of it, it won’t go down to manageable levels. Too bad there would be no chance of a second round tonight. She won’t be able to walk.