Claimed by the Sicilian Tycoon (7 page)

A
little triangle of fiery curls greeted him.
Redhead
through and through.

Andros
leaned in to blow hot air on the apex. She shivered, laying a hand on either
shoulder. He placed a kiss on the inside of her thigh, then the other, followed
by another, before removing her panties completely.

Once
she was bare to him he could smell her arousal, and it made him ache low in his
gut. He didn’t even think before he pushed her back onto the couch, pulling on
her thighs until she sat in front of him, her legs wide open.

Her
pussy was perfect. A swollen clit blossoming before his eyes, tiny red curls
just above it, and yet the pussy itself bare. Ready.

How
he wanted to fuck it.

“You
are so sexy,” he growled. “I’m going to fuck you every way I know.”

She
moaned, and ran a hand through his hair, tugging ever so slightly. Her actions
were enough to tell him what she wanted, and Andros complied immediately. He
dipped his head, filled himself with the scent of her, and placed a kiss right
on her quivering clit.

Lyra
gasped, her thighs twitched, leaving him no choice but to lay a hand on each
one, holding her in place.

Another
kiss on her clit and finally he did what he’d wanted to do from the moment he’d
seen that little belly stud. He licked her, and he licked her slowly, taking
his time, enjoying himself, loving the taste of her.

She
sighed as his tongue made contact, shivering underneath him, then muttered his
name. The sound of it on her lips, as he pleasured her with his tongue,
hardened him past the point of reason, and before he could stop himself Andros
buried his face in her pussy.

 
He licked, and he nibbled, and he sucked. Not
a single inch was left alone. Lyra screamed as he sucked her clit into his
mouth, nipping it slightly with his teeth.

“Andros…no…”

He
ignored her, nipping some more before dipping a finger inside. Her pussy
muscles clenched around him, pulling him in. Andros’ dick prodded against his
pants—desperate to burst free.

How
he wanted to give into it!

But
he was not a selfish lover, and this was no hurried seduction.

Another
finger joined the first, testing, ensuring she was ready. She welcomed it,
bucking her hips against his hand even as he continued to ravage her with his
mouth.

When
her thighs started to quiver, her gasps becoming more frequent, Andros knew—that
at last—it was time. He pulled back and unzipped his pants, not even thinking
about the fact that he was still fully dressed. A moment later and a condom was
pulled from his wallet, and rolled onto his dick.

He
gripped himself around the base of his shaft, looked deeply into Lyra’s eyes,
and pumped his dick up and down. Pleasure tingled along the length, making him
groan.

“How
I want you.”

She
blinked, once, and then again, before gesturing him forward. “Then take me,
Andros. I need you to.”

So Andros
did the thing he’d planned to do since he’d seen her sat at that fucking bar.
He spread her thighs and buried himself inside of her.

Chapter Seven

How
long had she waited for this? How many months spent looking at his picture and
imagining? How many nights closing her eyes and fantasizing? And now at last.

At last.

Lyra’s
eyes fluttered open as Andros settled above her, his cock now sheathed in
rubber, his intentions oh so clear. Her body was clamoring for him, and orgasm
so close it was almost unbearable, and she wiggled her hips, desperate to have
him inside of her, desperate to feel her body tighten around him.

He
pushed forward, his cock head nudging against the entrance to her pussy. The
feel of it was enough to make her moan out loud. He was still dressed, she
realized. Hadn’t even taken the time to undo his tie or shrug off his suit
jacket. Part of her liked that, the fact he lusted after her so much he
couldn’t pause for a moment; then too there was a certain eroticism to her
being naked, lying beneath him, whilst he fucked her fully clothed. It made her
feel dirty and naughty.

She
liked that feeling.

His
cock slid against her, testing her wetness and she tilted her hips to encourage
him, because Lyra was so ready. She doubted she’d ever come this close to being
ready before. Her nipples were stiff, her pelvic muscles tight with
anticipation. She could feel his thick head against her opening, feel her own
body practically begging him to fill her the fuck up.

She
opened her mouth to demand he do just that, but never got the chance. Without
so much as a word, or a look, Andros buried himself inside of her, to the very
hilt, filling her up with every inch of him.

Lyra
gasped. She couldn’t help it. A pure shot of pleasure rushed straight to her
brain, her pussy contracted, and her heart raced. She had known it would be
like this! That he would make her gasp and quiver. Somewhere, deep down, it
felt like it was always going to be this way, and she tilted her hips even
higher, encouraging, no demanding, more.

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 pussy 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 fucked 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 fucking 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 fucked 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 fucked 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 pussy, 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 fucking 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 fucking badly.”

Lyra
nodded even as her body cringed from the thought of another fucking. 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 pussy 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 pussy wet in front of me…you
have no idea what it does to me. I could fuck you all night long.”

“Slowly,”
she whispered, and he laughed.

“So
now you want slow fucking? 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, fucking her.

The
thought was enough to make Lyra drench his dick all over again. She went limp,
let her body comply with his demands, and demand he did. He fucked her as hard
and fast as he had the first time, giving no quarter, expecting her to submit
completely. And it was no surprise at all when another orgasm began to build,
or when they both groaned their pleasure at pretty much the same time.

Chapter Eight

“Good
morning.”

Andros
looked up from his morning espresso to see Lyra standing in the doorway to the
dining room. He’d left her sleeping when he awoke. An early riser, it made no
difference to him whether he got eight hours or three, he still woke up at six
regardless. Lyra, however, had clearly needed more sleep. He knew he’d pushed
her to the limit, teasing orgasm after orgasm out of her whether she wanted
them or not.

She
stood in front of him now, hair tousled, face flushed. She looked amazing.
 

“Is
there coffee?” she asked.

He
nodded, and waved a hand at the seat next to him. Dressed in the shirt he’d
discarded the night before Andros couldn’t help but admire her long, long legs,
as she walked across the room and sat down next to him. The long legs were a
mystery to him. She was short, so really they shouldn’t seem to go on for as
long as they did.

“How
did you sleep?” he asked, shifting a little, because
Dios
, he was hardening already at the thought of those legs wrapped
around his back. Which was ridiculous. They’d fucked throughout the night, fast
then slow, and then fast again. He’d had her in pretty much every position he
knew, kissed every inch of her delectable skin, licked her nipples until she
begged him to stop. Though he hadn’t. Last night he couldn’t get enough of her.
Seemed like today was going to follow the exact same pattern.

She
smiled, unaware how close he was to lifting her up and dragging her back into
the bedroom. “Like a log. Better than I have in a while. But then I was really
tired.”