Asking for Andre by Minx Malone Page A

possessive or jealous. He could enjoy a night of lovemaking with a woman and not be concerned about whether she might desire someone else the next day.
    But the thought of his Cassandra, spread open before another man, taking someone else into the pussy he already thought of as his… Just the thought made him want to smash something.
    When he’d seen her dancing with Milo at the Preview Gala, he’d felt an unreasonable urge to rip her from the other man’s arms. He wanted to be the only one to hold her close, see her smile.
    He would imprint himself on her, in her mind until she couldn’t think of another man. He wanted to be the only one who filled her dreams. He’d love her pussy so well that it would accept no other.
    He took another long lick of her core and knew this would be unlike any other sensual encounter he’d ever had. She was hot and sweet like a pastry, enticing his tongue to seek out the sweet cream of her arousal. Her silky skin bloomed under his mouth, the heady fragrance of her surrounding him, overtaking him as he drew the lips of her sex lightly between his teeth.
    “Andre! My god…” Her voice broke. Her back arched as he sipped at her with long, measured strokes of his tongue. Although there were no rules to this game, he’d thought not to penetrate her until after she felt more comfortable. As she whimpered, the mouth of her sex contracting under his lips, he realized the high price of his restraint.
    Every instinct roared to spread her open and sink deep.
    Andre groaned against her skin, fighting for control. The rumble of his lips must have vibrated in the right place because she shrieked his name and started coming, her hips bucking, grinding her pussy against his face.
    He moved with her, soaking it up, burying his face in her folds and lapping up every drop of the abundant cream that spilled from her opening. He wanted the evidence of her arousal all over his face. He wanted it to soak into his skin. A second later she sighed, the innocent sound ratcheting his desire even higher.
    “I can’t believe I came so fast. I never do that when I’m alone.”
    He swore softly under his breath and pushed his cock down with an impatient swipe of his hand. He wanted to slowly ease her into physical intimacy, not jump on her and rut like an animal.
    “You mean when you touch yourself?” Andre watched in fascination as she nodded bashfully.
    “I would love to see you do that.” He’d dreamed about her touching herself, her tiny fingers holding her pink pussy lips open for his viewing enjoyment. It was one of his favorite fantasies.
    “I couldn’t do that with you watching.” Her eyes wide, she peeked down at his lap, her curiosity more than evident. He’d wanted to give her time but god help him, if she touched his cock he’d be inside her before she even knew what had happened.
    He moved off the sofa, turning his back so he could catch his breath and regain some control without the tempting sight of her naked breasts before him. Her pink nipples were still puffy from his earlier attention. He swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry.
    “Andre, are you okay? Was it something I did?” Her voice lowered a little at the end and he whirled around. Her expression appeared neutral but he saw shades of insecurity in her eyes.
    “Yes, it was something you did. It’s entirely your fault.” He crossed over to where she sat and pressed her hand against the hard length of his cock beneath his slacks.
    “Oh! I…um…I see.” Casey tried to retrieve her hand but he held it against his hard length, enjoying the friction of her touch too much to relinquish it yet. Her mouth dropped open but then she surprised the hell out of him by squeezing and rubbing her palm up over the head.
    “You’re trying to kill me.” He panted as she maneuvered her hand down and brushed against his balls. His sac drew up tight and he gritted his teeth. He was on the verge of exploding in his pants, something he hadn’t