Free Lonzo: Book 1 (Tycoon Series Book 1) by Kat Madrid Page A

thought as she allowed his seduction to continue.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Six
     
    Lonzo was on a high. He had experienced sexual euphoria often. He was no greenhorn in the bedroom. But not with this kind of intensity, this almost ferocious need.
    What was it about the woman that made him want to put his stamp on her?
    He had never taken a woman unwillingly. When it looked for a sec there that she was about to change her mind, he was briefly tempted to force the issue or at least use every trick in the book to break her down into submission. That bothered and made him uneasy.
    Thank fuck for his powers of persuasion. And for her acquiesce, he swore he’d make this night unforgettable for her.
    He backed her up among the pillows.
    She looked at him questioningly but didn’t protest, though she blushed quite prettily as his hungry eyes swept over her magnificent form.
    Damn! How did she do that? Act like a siren one moment then blush like an innocent the next? A special talent of hers perhaps?
    Then she bit her lip, more out of nervousness or something, looking almost shyly under her lashes.
    For the second time tonight, he almost lost his wits and go all-out caveman.
    Act or not, that was hot as fuck.
    Shit, he was losing his mind over this woman’s seemingly unpracticed seduction.
    He reminded himself to slow down and get his wits about him.
    As soon as he took a good look at her, he was a man possessed.
    In her naked glory, she looked like a goddess of yore and he, a pagan who came to worship her.
    He moved and sat at the foot of the bed. He held her ankles apart while his hand traveled up, toward her smooth, inner thigh. He almost did an animal dance when he felt her flesh tremble with need.
    He shifted, spreading her legs wider for his exploration.
    Then her smell reached him. An exquisite, damp scent.
    He heard a primal sound.
    Womp-womp-womp.
    It was his heart beating rapidly against his chest.
    Her pussy was pink, smooth, fleshy and dripping wet. For him.
    He had never seen a more beautiful sight. It almost drove him fucking insane, he very nearly jumped to taste and lick that moistness off those exquisite lips. Just picturing himself inside her blew his mind.
    His breath grew harsh.
    He tore his gaze to look at her beautiful face. She was flushed all over, he noticed. He hadn’t heard a single word from her after she agreed to his terms. Maybe that was for the best in this situation. He was barely keeping it in.
    Her body was sumptuous—her skin pinkish white and satin-smooth to touch. Her long, silky dark brown hair flowed lushly over her high, perfectly-formed breasts with their pale-tipped, pink crowns.
    Everything about her was perfection—the realization of every male sexual fantasies.
    From the moonlight which illuminated the entire room, he could visualize her as an angel sent to him.
    If he wasn’t so crazed with lust he would’ve laughed at the very idea. She certainly wasn’t the kind of angel his former teachers described.
    She was a sex angel. A quiet one at that, content to follow his lead with those stunning eyes of hers.
    He wondered if she was also as mad with want as he was.
    He grinned at her. A slow, wicked one. There was only one way to find out.
    His large hand continued its way up.
    He teased her inner thighs, drawing soft, little circles on her skin for several, long minutes. He looked up and saw her nipples, puckered and hard from arousal.
    She was totally unprepared when he cupped her mound. Her eyes widened and he heard her indrawn breath but she didn’t push him away.
    Good.
    He got a powerful jolt when he dipped his fingers in her honeyed sheathe. Shoving aside an overwhelming urge to sample all that creamy goodness, he bathed his middle finger in her essence before sinking it slowly, carefully inside her. Her legs twitched in response. She felt amazingly small, tight and so very wet.
    His cock was jealous. He thought he couldn’t get any harder if he tried, but he