Maiden and the Lion (Lions of Manhattan 2)

Alex kissed her with the same heat. He drew her deeper into his arms.

Bea felt hot. Alex groped her ass and caressed her thighs. She switched position and straddled him. His cock was hard underneath his pants. She ground her pussy against his erection. That caused Alex to groan.

“Don’t tease me like this. You know I can’t take you for a while.”

“Who said?”

“Dr Adam said.”

“Screw him, I want you. Besides, I’m fine.”

“Bea…”

“Don’t you want me, Alex? I want you so much.” Bea planted light feather kisses on his eyelids. “Touch me, Alex. I need you.”

Alex grunted. He slipped his hands underneath her shirt and skated upwards, touching her breasts. He kneaded them. Bea moaned. His hands felt so good on her skin. So possessive.

Bea reached for his erection and squeezed it. It twitched under his pants. She fumbled with his belt and opened it.

“Bea…”

She unzipped his pants and freed his cock from its containment. His flesh felt hot in her hands. Alex’s breathing laboured when she stroked his cock. It pulsed, hard and heavy. She clasped his shaft and rubbed it on her pussy. Alex groaned again as his cockhead brushed the satiny fabric of her boxers.

“You’re teasing me, sweet.”

“That’s the idea.”

“Mm. I like it.” Alex released her breasts and tugged her waistband.

Bea promptly slid off from his lap and shoved down her shorts and panties. Alex helped her take off her shirt over her shoulders. He hooked an arm around her waist and drew her close. He licked her nipple. Bea shivered all over.

She straddled him and pressed her pussy on his cock.

“Christ.” Alex sucked a sharp breath. “You sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“We need lube. A lot of lube.” Alex opened the bottom drawer of his desk and fished out a bottle of lubrication.

Bea eyed him with wonder. “You keep lube in your desk?”

“A man has his needs.” He unscrewed the top and poured the contents generously on his cock.

Bea helped him smooth the gel on his shaft and cockhead. “Wait.” She blushed. “No condom?”

“No,” he growled.

“I…”

“I ain’t getting younger, babe. Don’t you want to carry my cub?”

Heat seared her face. He was serious about their relationship. She would love to have his baby. Cub. She positioned him at her entrance and slowly took him in. She was wet and his cockhead was slick, making it easy for his tip to spear her pussy. Still, she felt sore from last night. She didn’t care. Her need outweighed her discomfort.

He stretched her open. Bea widened her eyes. She didn’t remember him being this big. Or was he? She almost forgot to breathe as he slid deeper and deeper.

Alex released a slow breath when she took him to his base. The familiar fullness returned. It was so intimate having him like this. So addicting, the feeling of being filled to the limit. His cock throbbed in her depths. She could feel each pulse and the way his veined shaft brushed against the very core of her. She tightened her muscles in impulse. Alex groaned.

“You’re killing me.”