Claimed by the Sicilian Tycoon (Criminal Seduction #3)(15)
He gave it to her, pushing against her body with his until there was nothing but skin between them.
His body covered hers entirely, his shirt stretching across his chest as he held himself above her, his arms taut under his suit jacket. Everything about him was just so big, and his dick was no exception to that, just as she’d known it wouldn’t be.
It filled her up, stretched her. God, she loved how it felt.
He pulled out a little before coming back in, teasing along her * walls, making the pleasure tingle along the base of her spine, and Lyra reached up to hold either side of his back, her fingers digging in to the curve of each shoulder blade.
“Again,” she whispered.
He complied immediately, moving back in, and then out in a slow torturous motion.
“Faster,” she whispered, and he laughed.
“You don’t want to be f*cked slowly?”
“No,” she gasped, “and neither do you.”
He did not answer, simply captured her mouth in a kiss that tasted of her. He kissed her slowly at first and then hard, his mouth demanding she give back as much as he did. Lyra tightened her legs around him, bit down on his lip, and dug her fingers into his back. Her body was screaming, desperate for him to make her come. She needed it so f*cking much, could not wait.
“Please,” she begged against his lips. “Andros, please.”
“Next time we will go slow,” he growled. “Next time, Rossa.”
And then he f*cked her hard and fast, and just like she wanted, there was nothing gentle or tender about it.
Lyra loved it, loved everything about it.
His dick was perfect, stretching and filling her, pushing her body to the very limit. When he slammed into her she felt his cock head hit something deep inside and it made her feel faint. The pleasure was almost indescribable.
Every time he entered her, the zipper on his trousers scratched against her clit. It should have hurt a little but it didn’t. Her clit was hard and swollen, the pressure of the zipper a welcome addition to the movement of his cock.
The rhythm was exact, never easing up. If anything, it increased in speed. Lyra had to dig her fingers further into his back to hold on whilst his body plundered hers. She wrapped her legs around his waist, nuzzled her face into his neck, and groaned as he f*cked her.
The pressure built, low in her stomach, tingling along her thighs. Just when Lyra thought it was going to be too much, it all coalesced, and she screamed as an orgasm finally hit. It came in waves, thick and fast, low in her gut, deep in her *, right where Andros’ cock was. Her muscles tightened around him, she heard him groan, and she let her head fall back as the waves crested higher before finally receding.
When they did, she was spent, her muscles seemingly melting into the couch, everything feeling like it weighed a hundred pounds more than it did.
“Good girl,” Andros whispered against her ear. “Such a good girl.”
His breath fanned against her ear, making her shiver. Lyra’s thighs quivered, clamping against his sides, trying to hold him still as he pumped in and out, the motions once again slow, torturous.
“Andros,” she sighed. “Stay still a moment.”
“God, Lyra…”
She lifted her gaze to his, and shivered some more as she saw the look in his eyes. Desire. Throbbing. Hard.
“You’re driving me f*cking crazy,” he groaned. “I need more.”
“I need a moment.”
“I need to come inside you. Rossa, you are pushing me to the limit, I need to come so f*cking badly.”
Lyra nodded even as her body cringed from the thought of another f*cking. It was too soon after her orgasm, she was too sensitive, but Andros was still stiff. She could feel his cock pulsing inside her, feel the tension in his arms as he braced above her.
Her body tightened, expecting him to start moving, expecting his big, thick dick to make her tingle again, and so when he moved out of her she snapped her eyes back open—when had she closed them?—and gasped. “What are you doing?”
“Fulfilling a fantasy,” he growled, before flipping her over so that she was on her knees.
She gripped the back of the couch as each of his big hands wrapped around her hips, pulling her backwards until she was flush against him, his cock reentering inch by painful inch. No not painful, she amended, unbearable. Because her * was so sensitive, it had tightened up, the muscles swollen.
“I’ve wanted to bend you over from the moment I saw you,” he growled. “To see you like this, your ass high in the air, that sweet * wet in front of me…you have no idea what it does to me. I could f*ck you all night long.”
“Slowly,” she whispered, and he laughed.
“So now you want slow f*cking? But it is not next time yet, and I am far from done with you.”
He slammed into her, once, twice, again and again, demanding her body accept him. Lyra moaned, dropping her head against the couch. His cock head was pushing against that part of her that made her feel faint, her back bowed automatically to allow him complete access, and all of a sudden it wasn’t painful any more.
It was wonderful.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Yes.”
He growled above her, and she twisted a little to look at him over her shoulder. His eyes were closed, his tie askew, tension stamped across his face. He was so freaking good looking. There was nothing about him that wasn’t, and he was inside of her, f*cking her.