The Tycoon and his Honey Pot by Sabel Simmons Page B

teeth.
    “Remember
your promise, honey …”
    Her
inner walls gripped him so tightly he groaned. With every downward thrust she
pulled him deeper into her.  He growled in desperation and increased the tempo,
plummeting into her fast, furiously and deep.  Her legs tightened around his
waist and she thrashed against him, harder, eagerly and then with desperation
as pressure started building low in her womb, spreading down her core to
tighten painfully.  She moaned and her fingers clawed at his back in fear … or
wonder, she knew not which.
    “Mason! 
Oh dear Lord!  I …”
    “Let
it go, honey!  I am here … just let it go …”
    His
thrusts strengthened, he pushed harder, desperate to go deeper and his fingers
closed over her clit, pinching softly and when she keened and her back arched,
harder.  He watched her shatter in his arms and she gripped him so tightly he battled
to breathe.  She contracted around him as her orgasm lifted her to the stars
and she screamed his name.  He kept pinching her clit, plunging into her with a
desperation he has never felt before. Her orgasm milked him so strongly he felt
like bursting.
    His
orgasm spread from deep inside his groin and he thrust furiously until his
release shot forth with so much force, Brooklyn gasped at the heat of it inside
her.  His release triggered yet another climax to rush through her.
    Mason
struggled to get his breathing under control and his whole body shivered from
the most satisfying climax he has ever experienced.  He was lying on top of
Brooklyn, who still had her arms and legs wrapped around him.
    He
turned his head and kissed her in her neck, his voice hoarse.
    “Are
you okay, honey?”
    “I
am more than okay.  I could stay like this forever.”
    He
chuckled and lifted his head to look into her clear grey eyes which appeared
silver in the dim light of the room.
    “That
can be arranged … but I would not be able to remain this still forever … I
would have to …” he pushed his shaft that were amazingly still hard, deeper
into her pulsing channel, and she mewled, “… exercise now and then.”
    She
laughed, still looking into his eyes.  Her hands stroked lovingly over his
shoulder blades and he winced. 
    “What’s
wrong?”
    “My
little honey pot has sharp claws.”
    “What!”  
She unwrapped herself from him and tried to push him from her, but he refused
to budge.
    “Mason,
let me up.  I need to see.”
    He
sighed and reluctantly withdrew from her slowly, eliciting a low moan from
her.  He pushed back on his haunches and she scampered up and around him.  She
gasped when she saw the deep and bloody scratches on his back.
    “Oh
Lord, baby, did I do that!  Why did you not say anything?”  He gasped when her
warm lips caressed tenderly over the slight wounds.
    “Honestly
… I did not even feel it at the time.  Come here, I need to hold you.”
    He
pulled her around him and onto his lap.  He wrapped his arms around her and
pulled her tight against him, her soft, firm breasts drawing a low groan from
him.
    “If
I knew virgins were so wild I would have tried it more oft …”
    She
pulled back from him and gave him an annoyed glare.
    “Not
funny, Mason!”
    “Tell
me truthfully, honey.  Has there never been anyone you wanted to lose it to?”
    She
looked deep into his eyes and smiled softly, kissing him on his strong lips.
    “No
… I’ve tried a few times, but it never felt right, so I never went through with
it.  I didn’t want to have sex just to lose my virginity.  It had to mean
something.  That day in the garage when I saw you as I turned around, the first
thought that went through my mind was … this is him … he is the one I want.”
    He
kissed her then, so deeply and so passionately, it was as if he tried to draw
her into him.
    “So
… now that we have the initial rush over and got rid of my virginity … I have
this deep desire to feel your hands and mouth on my breasts … my belly