Maiden and the Lion (Lions of Manhattan 2)

Bea did it again to tease him.

“Bea.”

His shaft quivered, pulsing inside her oily wet, silken heat. Alex chanted her name as he started to rock her. Gently at first. Morsels of pleasure burst inside her. Her head buzzed from it. Intoxicating. Maddening.

“More,” she whispered. “A little harder.” She gasped and groaned, mumbling unintelligibly from the sensation. She loved the way he made love to her. Fucking her brains out. Pleasure was rising, pulsing deep in her pussy, promising a violent release. She looked down, watching their joined sexes, fascinated by them. He thrust. Pulled. Bea whimpered. It felt so fucking good. Bea held onto his shoulders and met his thrusts.

“Fuck.” Alex fisted a handful of her hair as he pressed his mouth on hers, breathing hard.

She clung onto him, her pussy gripping him tightly. Alex fucked her harder until they made lewd sounds in the room. He rammed her over and over until she exploded. Her pussy quivered in small hiccups. She came hard.

Alex breathed out a strangled cry. He climaxed. His cock spurted and juddered inside her, spasm after spasm of his hot cum.

When she floated back to reality, she felt her pussy throbbing in cadence with her beating heart. But it was a good kind of throb.

Bea collapsed on his chest. Alex breathed hard on her cheek.

“I love having you like this,” he said.

“Me too.”

“Promise me you won’t defy my orders if I tell you to stay put?”

Bea kissed the tip of his nose. “I’ll be a good girl from now on.”

Alex smiled. “Let’s get to bed. I’ve arranged somebody for you to see in the morning.”

“Who?”

“A wedding planner.”

Bea blinked. “A wedding planner?” she echoed. “Does this mean…”

“What do you think?”

“Oh, Alex…”

He kissed her hard. “What do you think of a honeymoon in Bali?”