The Tycoon and his Honey Pot by Sabel Simmons Page A

believe me.  Even now … you don’t know how hard it is for me to
just caress you when I so desperately want to bury myself inside you, so deep
that we won’t know where I end and you begin.”
    All
oxygen was sucked out of him and he gasped for air when she slowly and
deliberately spread her legs wide, then wider.  He felt her small hand stroke
down his torso, to slither under the band of his boxers and closed around his
shaft, which jumped in her hand and swelled even bigger and harder.  She moaned
in wonder and need.
    He
gnashed on his teeth and she watched his jaw tighten with every stroke of her
hand down his amazingly big and hard shaft and yet as soft as velvet.
    “Stop,
honey, please.  I am holding onto a thread here … I need to prepare you …”
    Her
response was to take his caressing hand in hers, her eyes caught his and she
pulled his hand down between her legs.  She stroked his fingers over and into
her cleft, and both their groans filled the room.
    “See,
baby?  I have been preparing myself for you my whole life.” 
    Her
eyes pleaded with his and he pushed his finger slowly inside her, amazed at the
heat and wetness that engulfed him.
    “Mason
… I need you now!  I don’t need foreplay … not now!  Please!”
    He
could not deny her any further and quickly took his boxers off and leaned over
to the bedside table to get a condom out of the drawer. He ripped the silver
packed open and encased his shaft quickly.  He lifted over her and settled
between her widely spread thighs, sighing in ecstasy when their skin met.
    “Honey,
promise me you will tell me if I hurt you.”
    “I
promise, only if you promise not to hold back.  I want all of you!”
    Her
husky demand pushed him over the edge and he lifted himself on his arms.  He took
his shaft in his one hand and rubbed the tip up and down her cleft, groaning at
the wetness and heat he could feel through the rubbery condom.  God, how he
would love to feel just her skin against him!
    He
growled when her hands reached between them.  Their eyes met and he stopped
breathing when she gripped the top of the condom and quickly pulled it from his
rigid shaft.
    “Brooklyn
…”
    “I
need you … I want to feel your skin against mine … everywhere.  You haven’t
been with anyone in over a year so I know you are safe, you know I am, and I am
on the pill … please?”
    “God,
yes!”
    He
pushed his tip inside her slowly, kissing the vein that pulsed wildly in her
neck.  He went deeper still, allowing her to stretch and accommodate his size
inside her narrow channel.  He gnashed on his teeth, his torso clenched
painfully at the exertion of holding back. He pulled nearly all the way back
out and then back in, slightly deeper every time.  Brooklyn writhed beneath
him, urging him on.
    “Deeper,
baby please.  I need you now!”
    “Easy,
honey, I don’t want to hurt you.”
    “Mason
…  aahhh!”  She screamed at the burning pain, as she in desperation lifted
herself forcefully against him with her knees bend and her feet flat on the
bed, the next time he pushed back in, forcing him inside her all the way to the
hilt and he broke through her maidenhead.
    “Brooklyn! 
Damn, honey … don’t you ever listen!”
    He
caressed her neck softly, keeping still inside her, until he felt her relax,
then he drew away slightly and looked in her eyes.
    “Okay,
honey?”
    “Yes
… oh Mason, you feel wonderful!  So hard, yet so soft, I never imagined how
full and complete it would feel.”
    She
pushed her hips against his, taking him deeper still and wrapped her legs
around his waist.
    He
started thrusting, slow and easy, but she thrashed against him, urging him on.
    “Mason,
I need … God, I don’t know what … but I need more!  Please, baby!”
    Mason
wrestled with his conscience and tried to remain slow and steady, but her
wriggling and desperate pleas took him over the top and he felt himself losing
control.  He ground out between clenched