Maiden and the Lion (Lions of Manhattan 2)

“I want you, Alex,” she whispered. “With all my heart.”

“Babe.” Alex devoured her lips, kissing her until she felt light-headed. “Have you had an orgasm before?”

Oh man. “A few.”

“Did you touch yourself?”

Bea nodded shyly. “I was curious.”

“That’s perfectly normal, sweet. I’m going to eat you up. I want to see you come.”

Oh, man, Jesus, God. Is he going to do what I think he is?

Her heart hammered. Alex kneeled in front of her and spread her thighs until her pussy was bare for him to see. A sliver of embarrassment crept inside her. She had never been naked in front of a man, let alone sprawled open. Alex grabbed her thighs and dived into her pussy.

Bea wanted to yell.

His tongue.

Oh, my God. He licked her. She forgot to breathe for a long second. She threw her head back and stretched out in pleasure. “Alex,” she sobbed, “Alex…”

He grunted and plunged his tongue into her opening. He lapped at her deeper and deeper while swirling around her passage. Her pussy contracted. Her juices seeped. The pleasure was unbelievable. She thought she was floating on clouds of euphoria. Fluffy. Thick ecstasy. She had never imagined or thought that being worshipped would feel this good.

Between his licks, Alex groaned. Bea shivered. He sucked her pussy lips before he tongue-fucked her. Bea tensed. Her body rigid from her impending orgasm. He captured her clit and rolled it with his fingers.

Suddenly, an orgasm hit her hard. She yelled his name as she came. A bolt of pure pleasure snatched her, electrifying her from head to toe.

The ecstasy was exquisite. It lit up every cell in her body like fireworks, leaving a shimmering afterglow when it passed. Her breath was ragged. Her vision returned to focus. She’d had orgasms before but never had they been this explosive. It felt like her soul had been pulled out from her mortal body. She was dying at the height of her rapture. Dying in a good way. No wonder French people called orgasm ‘the little death’.

“Do you like it?” Alex asked.

She shyly nodded.

“I love the way you scream my name. Sounds so damn sexy. Why don’t we move to the bed? It’s more comfortable. And I want to eat you some more.”

Oh, man, there’s more?

Alex stood up and lifted her from the couch. He carried her into his bedroom. He deposited her on the mattress and started to disrobe.

Bea watched him with giddiness. They were going to do it. The man of her dreams. He was going to make her a woman.

Alex shed his shirt and unbuckled his belt. His expensive trousers came off next. The bulge in his briefs was impressive, if not downright intimidating. He shoved his underwear and yanked off his dressy socks.

She couldn’t look away from his cock. Sweet Jesus, is he going to fit? She didn’t think she could take him. But her pussy had a different opinion. Her pussy was on fire with need. It thrummed longingly, wanting to be filled. To be ravished and plundered.

Suddenly, her mouth watered. What would it feel like licking that gorgeous cock?

The bed dipped as Alex climbed on.

“Wait.” She halted him.

He was puzzled. “You changed your mind?”

“No. It’s my turn. I want to touch you.”

Alex found her curiosity amusing. A pretty little virgin and all his to claim. She watched him bright-eyed like he was a new adventure she couldn’t wait to experience. He sat and pul

led her into his arms. “Straddle me.”