Con Artist (Breeding #6)(12)

I can see the surprise on her face, not that I would accuse her of doing it but because she was already planning on it.

“Fine,” she says just as her breath catches.

“Good.” I smile at her and I know she wants to roll her eyes but she’s already too worked up for that.

Before she can protest, I lift her up and set her on the edge of the tile that surrounds the hot tub. I spread her legs and yank the bikini bottom to the side and then bury my face in her pussy. The taste of her sweet tangy pussy hits my tongue and I close my eyes as I moan. It’s not enough, so I throw her legs over my shoulders and open my mouth over her lips to lick her everywhere.

I raise her ass up and run my tongue down to her pretty little tight hole and taste her there, too. I want to put my cock inside all her holes and own every inch of her body. I want to fuck her bare with my raw cock without her knowing and get her pregnant. I need a way to pin her to me, and cumming inside her as much as possible is the only way. She’s got something inside of her that keeps her running and I plan on changing that.

Her clit is hard and begging for attention as I suck on it and slide two fingers inside her. She cries out, her legs wiggling all over the place, and I’m sure the sensation of having a man lick her here is both strange and wonderful. She’s so fucking innocent and sweet and maybe that’s why I want to get her so messy.

“Oh god, Bennett, I think I’m going to cum.”

I smile against her pussy and continue to wiggle my fingers inside her. She’s impossibly tight but her little pussy is clamping down on me so hard as she tries to get off.

“That’s it, that’s it!” she shouts, her back arching while she cries out into the room and her pleasure echoes off the tile. It rings in my ear and it’s heaven on earth as I taste her release on my tongue.

“Fuck,” I curse when I feel the ripples in her pussy along my fingers and all I can think about is her doing that to my cock.

“Oh god, I’m still cumming.” She sounds shocked as another wave of pleasure rolls over her and I smile again.

My cock is leaking cum onto my lap and I can feel my release seeping out. Thick white pearls pop up and roll down my length as her pleasure gives me my own. I never imagined that just eating her pussy would get me off so hard, and again the thought of slipping inside of her is what heaven is made of.

I give her soft kisses as she slowly comes back down from her peak and once she’s completely finished I pull her into my arms and back into the hot water. I hold her close to me and kiss the top of her head as she cuddles into my chest.

She lets out a little giggle and when I ask her what that was about she leans back and looks up at me.

“I just never imagined it could feel that good,” she says and then shrugs. I can’t tell if the flush in her cheeks is from the water or from her orgasm, but either way, I’ll just decide it’s because of me.

“Get used to it,” I say and she shakes her head. There is still so much doubt there that I’m going to have to dispel, but I’ve got a hard road ahead. People make a lot of assumptions about me, and though some are true the vast majority aren’t. “Swim with me,” I say as I stand up and carry her over to the pool and then walk down the steps and into the water. It’s cooler than the hot tub, but I worry that she might be getting overheated.

“I told you I don’t know how,” she says as she clings to me when I get to be about waist deep.

“Then I’ll be sure and never let you go.”

“You keep talking like that and I’m not going to know what to think,” she says, looking at me with new eyes.

“Maybe your assumptions about me were wrong,” I say.

She shakes her head. “Maybe,” she hedges then shrugs. “Time will tell.”





Chapter 9





James





“You can cook?” I ask as I sit on top of the kitchen counter where he put me after our long hot shower. My legs are tucked under me and his shirt is draped over me like a dress. My clothes are nowhere to be found at the moment and I haven’t asked for them. I let him put his shirt over my head and lead me around with his big hand wrapped around my wrist. I think he believes I could get away, but I’m not trying. I made a promise that I’d stay and I always live up to my promises. I never want to be like my parents and all the broken ones they’d given me, so I’ve always made sure to keep my word.

I followed him like a lost puppy and it wasn’t until I was in the kitchen that I realized I didn’t see the house at all. I blame the orgasm for sending me into a blissful fog and causing me to miss everything. The pleasure he’d given me had been the greatest of my life and he made me feel way too much. It’s unsettling, but I crave more and maybe that’s why I’m not running from here.

I didn’t know water could stay hot that long and never get cold. I swear I think we were in there for almost an hour. I stood there on the verge of tears and wanting to lash out as he washed every single inch of me. He even washed my hair and it was so sweet it made my heart ache. As much as I loved all of it, it scared the fucking hell out of me. He’s making it hard for me to remember how I’d gotten here and that I don’t belong here.

My eyes dart to the bracelet on my wrist as I try to remind myself that I’m out of my depth. But the thing is so pretty I’m not sure I want to part with it. This house, him, the jewelry—it’s all on a level of life I don’t belong to.