Royally Romanced by Marie Donovan Read Free Book Online Page B

He caressed her cheek. “A real man wants a real woman, soft and smooth.” He trailed his hand down her neck to her shoulder. “Round and ripe, like a juicy peach plucked from the tree.”
    Renata was ready to be plucked, backseat of the car or not. Her nipples were as hard as peach pits inches from where his fingers stroked the base of her neck and her “fruit juices” were definitely ready for sampling. “And you are a real man, Giorgio,” she purred.
    “You know I am, Renata.”
    “Tell me what you think of me—all real, by the way.” She sat back and slowly unbuttoned her blouse, her eyes never leaving his. He swallowed hard as her black lace bra appeared.
    “Bella, che bella.” Still he hesitated, so she shrugged the blouse off her shoulders.
    “All for you, Giorgio.” She unfastened her French twist and shook her red hair loose like a pinup girl. “I’ve been waiting all day for your touch. Don’t make me wait anymore. You don’t want to get a reputation for a tease, do you?”
    He groaned, his cock stretching his Italian wool pants in a way the designers never intended. She crawled over to him and cupped his erection. His green eyes practically rolled back into his head. He was huge even through the cloth, his plump head firm and round under her fingers. The thought of all that Italian goodness inside her made her shiver. She started to unzip him.
    The next second she was flat on her back on the seat, her bra gone and her breasts bare. His mouth was firmly fastened to one nipple, his fingers playing with the other. He sucked on her as if he were starving for her, and she was starving for him. She arched her back, pushing her breast up for his easier access.
    He switched to the other breast, leaving her nipple moist and swollen in the cool air. She shivered and hardened even further.
    So did he, his cock pressing against her inner thigh. She wiggled under him and he lifted his glossy black head. “You make me crazy.”
    “Then go crazy with me.”
    “Not yet.” He slid his hand up her thigh and stopped. “Ah, Dio mio, you are wearing giarretterre —I do not know the word in English.”
    “Garters,” she supplied. “I’m glad you like them.”
    “I love them,” he said hoarsely. He caressed the slice of thigh between her panties and stockings and cupped her bare ass. “A thong? You are going to set me off like a rocket and I have not even seen you yet.”
    He shimmied her skirt up around her waist and stared down at her in rapture. “Look at you. So beautiful.”
    Renata looked down at herself. Her lower half could be described charitably as curvy and fat by several skinny bitches she’d run into over the years.
    He kissed her soft belly and she jumped at the ticklish sensation. He grinned up at her. “You give up another secret to me, Renata. You are ticklish.”
    “You just startled me,” she informed him loftily and jumped a second time when he darted his tongue into her navel.
    “And again?” He made circular tracks with his tongue, widening out from her belly button and down to the tiny black ribbon at the top of her thong.
    “Well, yes.”
    As he nuzzled the ribbon, his breath was hot on her belly. He hooked the front panel of her thong and pulled it free. “Are you ticklish here?” He slid his finger between her folds and zoomed in on her clit.
    Her back bowed as he lazily circled that greedy bit of flesh and all she could do was groan.
    “If you don’t like it, I can stop.”
    Renata smiled at his blather and her eyes rolled back in her head as he lowered his mouth to her thong. With his tongue he caressed her clit, soft and wet at first and then harder as he pressed her with its tip. Her legs fell apart and she gave herself up to his tongue. His big hands had gone right where he wanted, cupping and molding her ass with fervor and appreciation.
    Then her mind shut off and her body took over. Or Giorgio took over her body. His five o’clock shadow rasped her inner thighs