Lonzo: Book 1 (Tycoon Series Book 1) (26 page)

She giggled unexpectedly.

Laughter in the bedroom? He’d never had that with any of his previous lovers.

He was pretty straightforward with sex. He would fuck, come and then leave.

His mouth twitched. Now, he was cracking jokes about his willy.

Unbelievable.

Now is not the time to play timid
, Jordana told herself.
You’re the one who agreed to do this.
Her nerves got the better of her when he unveiled himself but it dissipated when they shared a quick laugh.

Strengthening her resolve, she overcame her shyness and began unbuttoning her blouse, revealing a black lacy balcony bra underneath.

The humor in his eyes quickly faded.

When she unzipped and slid her skirt from her long legs to expose the matching black thong, she saw desire unmistakably mirrored in his eyes.

A sudden rush of inspiration hit her—she re-enacted one of her famous photo shoots for super lingerie brand La Perla, where she posed like a 1940s bombshell. She slowly opened her legs to let him get a glimpse. Satisfaction fired her blood when she saw Lonzo swallow as he watched her coquettish display like a hawk.

She unclasped her bra next—revealing her high, full breasts into view.

He continued to regard her from the foot of the bed.

She found herself enjoying this unrehearsed striptease, which was a revelation and quite liberating.

She deliberately paused for several seconds.

He let out a hoarse groan, followed by an Italian phrase she didn’t understand.

“Don’t tease,
cara
…unless you to aim to please.”

She smiled before she wriggled the tiny wisps of fabric covering her hot, wet sheath; kicking the garment to join the heap of clothes on the floor. She moved toward the headboard to lean against the pillows. She clasped her hands behind her head, her bountiful breasts prominently displayed. She was gloriously naked in the bed. Her face felt hot but she was now unafraid. And ready.

“Does it look like I’m teasing?” she asked softly as she lifted her eyes to meet his.

His body was coiled so tightly.

“I’m so hard for you right now.”

“Good.”

His eyes continued to travel over her exposed form.

He looked…mesmerized. That brought a sliver of pleasure inside her.

“Fuck, you’re already wet for me. I can see it from here,” he rasped.

Her inner walls clenched.

My, this man really has a way with words.

“Then what are you waiting for?” she asked through half-lidded eyes.

That finally snapped him into action. In a split second, he was on the bed, sprawled all over her. He hissed when he pressed her body tightly against his.

“So fucking beautiful.”

His green eyes were dark with a need that was about to be unleashed. It left her shaken and a bit afraid she may have bitten more than she could possibly chew.

He grew harder.

She gulped. He felt bigger than she remembered…he was a veritable monster down there.

How was that even possible?!

“You lied!” she blurted.

He searched her face. “About what?”

She lowered her lashed in embarrassment. “You…it…”

“What is ‘it’?”

“You said earlier that was it! No more, you said. But it grew bigger!”
God, she was blabbering like a fool!

He laughed throatily when it finally dawned on him. Then he gave her a slow, sexy smile. “I won’t hurt you.”

She knew he meant something else altogether. Still, that made her pause.

“Okay.”

As long as she could separate her emotions from the physical, she’d be fine.

Controlling his raging lust was the most difficult
thing he ever did—especially when she was stretched and naked beneath him.

Slow the fuck down, Vitale.
She may be a siren to mere mortals like him but she was a novice at this.

She waited for him expectantly.

Better get her ready first. Keep the foreplay slow and attentive.

He began to kiss her lips before he trailed light, teasing kisses along her jaw and ear.

She tasted like candy and spice. Intoxicating and sweet.

He then proceeded to kiss her throat and marvelled when her pulse raced with each flick of his tongue.

She suddenly gasped when his mouth reached her lush breasts, gently nuzzling until her nipples peaked in anticipation for what would come next. When his tongue finally teased her hardened peaks, her hands fisted his hair as she arched to offer more. He sucked and played with her lush mounds and he didn’t have to wait long before she was squirming her hips and stifling little moans of delight.

He lifted his head to look down at her. She was beautiful in her responsiveness.

She began to touch him. Tentative at first, but she soon gained confidence when he grew more vocal in his pleasure. God, he liked the feel of her hands on his skin.

“Yes, that’s it...touch me…” he groaned as he encouraged her.

He kept on reminding himself to slow down and savor her but after a week of frustration, he was so fucking hard for her.

He stroked and cupped her lush breasts together with his big hands before pressing his face to worship between them.

“Ohh…God!” she whimpered. She was totally unrestrained in her response. So open. It left him feeling heady.

“That’s it
cara
…tell me what you want.”

He laved before sucking a pink tip deep inside his mouth, making her gasp and whimper in succession.

He had always been a considerate, patient lover. All of his previous partners never complained in that area. But it was different with Jordana. He was always out of control.

He had taken her twice; both times he had been like an uncouth youth. Almost brutal. He had to make it up to her.

“
Cosi bella
…” he breathed. She was so beautiful in her passion.

His blood pounded heavily in his veins, the animal in him taking over. His erection became so hard and painful.

He wanted to fuck her hard and fast. The primitive, frantic sort. Now.

“Ohh-!” she gasped as he pulled her hips towards his hard cock. He ground against her softness, inflamed further by her breathy moans.

Slow down. Slow down.

More foreplay.

He began to pant like he’d just finished a five-kilometer run.

He wouldn’t lose control tonight. He wasn’t a hormone-crazed moron. He won’t not rush it. Tonight would be lovemaking, not fucking.

Wait, what do you know about lovemaking?
His mind jeered.

He tried to clear his mind, get her out of his head but it was futile. His stupid mind only wanted her. She was driving him crazy with want. Every cell in his body ached for her.

He continued to kiss his way down her body.

Dio mio…she felt silky soft all over! So fucking perfect!

His tongue dipped into her navel while his hands stroked her inner thighs. She trembled beneath him, moaning louder.

When he reached her damp center, he slipped his hands to cup her rounded ass and dragged her toward him.

“Spread your legs for me,” he ordered, his voice thick. “I want to taste you.”

“Oh God! Lonzo!” she yelped when his thumbs found her wet folds.

He slowly slid his tongue along her pink flesh to taste her incredibly addicting musk.

Her clit was already red and hard and as he nuzzled, licked and sucked.

She was about to come, he knew.

He then pushed two fingers inside her tight, wet warmth to tickle her sweet spot.

“You’re close, Jordana…I can feel you squeezing my digits.”

It became too much for her. She twisted and came apart in his arms.

“Aaaahhhh!”

“That’s it,
bella
. Come for me.”

It was a sight to see. She was so fucking beautiful in her ecstasy.

He licked her clean afterward, lapping on her juices while she recovered.

“You taste so good. Better than dessert. I can’t get enough of you.”

His cock twitched, jealous of his still-wet fingers.

He needed to be inside her.

“You okay,
cara
?”

She nodded.

He aligned his body above her. He was pushing the head of his eager cock when a thought struck him.

Fuck! Protection!

He had been careless with her before. They were lucky that it didn’t lead to consequences.

“Lonzo?” she asked, her pupils dilated, her cheeks still pink from pleasure.

“Don’t go anywhere,
cara
…I’ll be back,” he told her. He pulled a condom from his bedside drawer. He rolled it quickly over his angry erection. Once finished with the task, he moved over her body again.

He slid a finger inside her to check for her readiness. “God, Jordana…you’re still slick and wet for me. But I want you wetter. I’m going to make you come again, okay?”

Her eyes rounded. “I don’t think I can yet.”

He smiled back. “Sure you can.”

She looked unconvinced.

He decided to show her. He curved his finger and stroked her intimate spot slowly. Using his thumb, he drew circles over her clit. Soon enough, her hips began to ride his finger, seeking more. He slid between her legs and lowered his head to suckle her clit.

“Oh my…oh Gooood!” she screamed and detonated for the second time, flooding his hand with her sweet nectar. It made that primitive part of him proud that he’d pleasured her this way.

He lifted himself up, propping his arms to look down at their bodies—saw him poised at her entrance. His body screamed to take her. He wanted to do her hard, fast and deep but he knew he’d make her sore if he did. He gave her a minute or two to come down and recover from her orgasm.

“You ready?”

“Yes,” she said.

That was all he needed to hear.

He took his cock and teased her folds with his head. When he began to slowly nudge her entrance, she bit her lower lip.

“Relax,
cara
. Let me in. Breathe.”

She unclenched her internal muscles—enough to push a couple more inches inside her channel.

“Does it hurt? You want me to stop?” he panted.

“No. It just that…I feel so full.”

He waited a few seconds to help her adjust to his size. How was it possible she felt tight as fuck every time they did this? Shit, this was killing him.

“Tell me when you’re ready,” he grunted.

“The discomfort’s almost gone. Just…go slow.”

He groaned. “I am, baby.”

He carefully sheathed his cock until he was all the way in. “Still hurts?”

“No.”

He pulled until he was almost halfway out before slowly thrusting in. “Good?”

“Uh-huh.”

He rocked in and out of her slowly, gently. When she began to match his movements, he knew she was beyond any pain.

He adjusted his hips and began pump a little faster. Her breath hitched.

“Oh! Please…”

“Too much?”

“No…faster. Please.”

His pace accelerated, his hips now moving with a pounding rhythm that made her breasts bounce with every thrust.

In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.

His tempo grew faster, more heated. He held her ass and began thrashing her depths.

“You’re….so….goddamned…tight,” he punctuated each word with a strong plunge, pulling her legs wider apart.

“Yes! Don’t stop!” she cried, entwining her legs around his hips to anchor herself tightly before she countered his every move without any inhibitions.

Lonzo nuzzled her neck. He felt a strong urge to bite her, to mark her, to brand her as his.

He was pistoning her so hard that he was sure that she’d be sore after this. Sore for a week.

It didn’t slow him down. He wanted her to remember his steely length every time she moved.

Her body would remember this, the ghost of his cock, filling her to bursting, if she dare take in another lover.

He heard her sobs, her cries of fulfilment.

She was coming…coming so hard—her tight sheath pulsated and clenched brutally around him, milking him for all he was worth.

“You’re so good. Tight. You’re so fucking tight!”

“Ahhhhhh!” she screamed, her whole body jerked as she violently came apart again.

It was all too much.

It pushed him to the edge.