Big Cat Mates Lion in Wait by Cynthia Sax Read Free Book Online Page B

into him. His large frame was hard with unrelenting muscle, the ridge in his dress pants pushing against her.
    She tilted her head back as he ravished her, stroking into her mouth, rubbing against her, his hands dropping to her ass. He kneaded her flesh, pulling her skirt higher and higher, and she moaned, needing his fingers on her naked skin.
    It had been so long since she had felt like this -- desired, wanted, with a strange rightness she might have never experienced. He lifted her easily onto the arms of the chair, spreading her legs, fitting between her thighs.
    “Oh, Mr. Leone.” She gripped his suit-clad shoulders as he kissed down her neck, nipping, licking, his mouth hot, so very hot.
    “Royce,” he corrected, his voice low and deep. “With you, I’m Royce.” He pushed her blouse down, freeing her breasts, the cool air hitting her skin. “Is all of this for me?” His lips curled into a boyish grin, his eyes glowing with gold.
    “It’s all yours, birthday boy.” Starr linked her fingers around his nape, his tawny hair seductively soft, and she drew him downward, burying his scarred face in her bosom. He slipped his tongue between her breasts, his breath hot and exciting.
    “Lick me. Suck me.” She squeezed his hips with her thighs, rising into him, grinding her wet panties against his dress pants, as he complied, swirling his tongue around her right breast, reducing the seductive circles until he latched onto her sensitive nipple. Starr arched, pushing her curves into his mouth, and he sucked, the pull and release surging down to her pussy.
    “That’s it.” She threaded her fingers through his shaggy mane of hair, encouraging him. “Royce.” Starr savored the strength of his name. He pulled on her nipple, elongating the pinkness, and then he released, switching to her left breast, lavishing her neglected curves with equal adoration.
    He reached under her skirt and snapped the ribbons on her panties, his fingernails surprisingly sharp. Starr unzipped his pants and reached inside, freeing his cock from the folds of his cotton boxer shorts.
    “Is all of this for me?” She grinned at him, gliding her thumb over his tip, spreading his precum, savoring his almost daunting length.
    He chuckled. “It’s all yours, beautiful.”
    I feel beautiful . Starr stroked him, working him with both hands, and he nibbled on her nipple, the tiny twinges of pain exciting her. I need him. I need him inside me, now, before he changes his mind . “Condom?”
    “Right pocket.” He bobbed in her hand.
    She tore the package open and sheathed him quickly, rolling the latex over his shaft. Starr positioned him at her entrance, her pussy gushing, extra lubrication unnecessary, her body ready for him.
    He eased into her, stretching her open, sinking deeper and deeper, filling her as she’d never been filled before. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he growled.
    “And you’re huge.” She wrapped her legs around his waist, strengthening the connection between them. He stilled, his base pressed against her pussy lips, his chest heaving, both of them remaining almost fully dressed.
    “Are you okay?” She petted his hair, playing with the strands, the length unexpected for a businessman.
    “Better than okay.” Royce met her gaze, his golden eyes catlike, a stubble she’d never noticed before covering his jaw. “You’re perfect.” He rocked, the slow slide urging the fires of her desire higher.
    “Perfect,” she repeated, her extensive vocabulary erased from her brain, the only knowledge left revolving around Royce, the push of his cockhead in and out of her pussy, the prick of his nails against her ass, the musk of his cologne.
    He moved into her with more urgency, pulling her toward him as he thrust forward, driving farther into her. Starr panted, hanging onto his broad shoulders, her breasts slapping against his silk tie, and he grunted, the animalistic noise exhilarating.
    Royce rode her hard, fucking her savagely, a