Con Artist (Breeding #6)(16)

Her arms tighten around me as she presses her lips to my neck, and then I’m finding my way back to earth. I’ve never felt anything more intense and immediately I want it all over again.

I roll us over so that she’s on top of me and I thrust up into her. This time I don’t stay still as I bounce her on top of me.

“Take the shirt off,” I growl and she does as I ask and pulls it over her head.

Her tits jiggle as she rides me and rolls her hips. She might be a virgin, but she’s learning quickly how to fuck. Good thing it’s my cock she’s learning on because it’s the only one she’s ever going to have. More cum leaks out of me while I keep on breeding her. I’m going to have her knocked up before the night is over and she’s going to be bound to me for life.

This might not be the best way to make sure she stays with me, but I’m far beyond any rational thoughts when it comes to her. Everything about her is an exception that I’d only make for her.

She’s a goddess on my cock as she takes what she wants, and I’m all too eager to give it to her.





Chapter 11





James





I sit outside the Makers Gentlemen’s Club, wondering if I can really pull this off. I glance over at the outfit I have shoved into a bag. It’s the one I picked up to play the part for this con. I have everything else I need, but something still feels wrong. When I tried on the sexy short dress that showed off just a peek of my panties when I walked I felt sexy. I know I thought that because of Bennett. He makes me feel sexy. I haven’t thought about if this will work for the job. Instead I’ve wondered what Bennett would think if he saw me in it.

I know what’s wrong and it’s the idea of others seeing me in it, which is about to happen. When I sneaked out of Bennett’s bed early this morning I went to Bradford’s office after stopping by my place to change. I needed another job. I had to remember that I might be falling for Bennett but I still have a life of my own I need to keep up. Bennett is fun, but he might not always be around.

As tempting as it is to take Bennett up on his offer of a job, I know what that would make me. Maybe I already became a call girl the moment I willingly went to Bennett’s. I knew what he wanted and I knew I was going to give it to him. The second thing I told myself I’d never do is sell my body—the first was drugs. From everything he said, that’s essentially what Bennett wants me to do. I know he didn’t mean it that way, but that doesn’t change anything. Although I want the sex and all the things he does to my body, I won’t be bought.

He could have me at his beck and call and use my body however he wanted. I clench my legs together thinking about last night. My thighs still hold a sweet ache from being open for so long. My pussy is tender not only from him taking my virginity but from how many times we’d gone at it.

At one point he’d been begging me to stop and telling me I was going to hurt myself. But when I would slide down onto him all his protests would evaporate as he held my hips in place and fucked me hard. He controlled my body the entire time, and even though I’ve always hated feeling trapped or controlled, with him it turned me on more than anything.

I grab my bag and make my way towards the row of cars parked outside. I stop when I see one that’s unlocked. I slip into the back seat and lie down to stay hidden as I change my clothes. I pull the silky pink panties up my thighs and moan when the soft silk brushes against my clit. I’m wet from thinking about last night with Bennett and my nipples are hard against the thin dress that doesn’t allow for a bra. I bite my lip knowing I have to take care of myself before I go into the strip club to do this job. I’m not going to seduce some man to lift a key off him while I’m primed for Bennett.

I yank the top of the dress down and free my breasts so I can play with my nipples the same way Bennett had. My hand doesn't feel as good as his and it’s not even close to how good his mouth felt on me. The cuff bracelet digs into me, and it turns me on that I can feel his mark of ownership against my skin in some way. He might not be here physically but a part of him is with me. That’s what I told myself when I had to wash him from my body this morning.

I spread my legs wider than I normally would when I’ve tried to touch myself before. This time I spread them as wide as I know Bennett would have to so his broad frame could fit between them. I rub my clit in small circles and my orgasm is close.

I moan as I try to move my hips and pretend Bennett is here on top of me, but it’s not working. My body refuses to give me the release it needs and it’s torturing me for not letting Bennett be the one to give it to me right now.

The back door to the car flies open and I freeze, only half surprised to see Bennett standing there.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he growls, and I start to sit up. “Don’t fucking move one inch, little jaguar, or I swear to god your ass will regret it and I do mean your ass. You won’t be able to sit for a week when I’m done with you.”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask him if he means because of a spanking or because he will actually fuck my ass. Both ideas I should hate, but I only grow wetter at the thought of it. A whimper comes from my lips and I’m so needy I can’t control it.

He takes a deep breath and runs a hand down his face. “Finish it,” he demands. I didn't expect him to say that. “I can’t watch you so close and not give you what you need. Make yourself cum and I’m going to watch.”