Con Artist (Breeding #6)(9)

“Your security is slack,” she says by way of an explanation and shrugs.

“But were you successful in your mission?” I ask, and she nods as she reaches into her bag and pulls out the white box. “Open it.”

She looks at me for a moment but then curiosity wins out and she takes off the lid. When she pushes away the tissue she fishes out what looks like a piece of string and tugs it out of the box. She holds is up and lets it hang down and then stares at it.

“What is this?” she asks before she looks over at me.

“You’re bathing suit,” I say and step in front of her, taking her hand. “Let’s get you changed.”

I tug on her arm and she comes to stand up in front of me as I kneel down in front of her.

“I don’t know how to swim,” she admits, and there’s a part of me that wonders if she’s just telling me this so I don’t force her or if she’s being honest.

“You don’t have to,” I say as I grab the edge of her jeans and undo them. “But you’ll do what I say when you’re in my home.”

I look up at her and meet her eyes in challenge. I wait for her to tell me to stop as I tug the dark jeans over her hips and down her thighs, but the moment never comes. When I get to her panties I watch as her hands come to the front of them, either to hide herself as a form of modesty or to stop me from seeing her there. Either way I don’t care. She’s in my house and she’s been hired to do a job. If that job is letting me look at her pussy she’s going to do it.

“Let me see how pretty you are,” I say as my finger traces the edge of the white cotton. I hook a finger inside the band and then tug it down a little and peek inside.

“What are you going to do?” she asks barely above a whisper.

“Oh sweet girl, anything I want,” I answer and yank her panties off and throw them to the ground beside me.

She gasps, but I don’t stop as I grab the hem of her hoodie and pull it off of her. Her soft cotton bra follows in just a quick second, and before she can utter another word she’s completely naked in front of me.

“My god, I’m going to cum on every inch of you,” I say, trailing a finger along her stomach. “You’re going to look beautiful coated in me.”

I grab the discarded bikini on the ground next to me and though I hate to cover her up, I’m not ready to take her right here on the cold tile. And if she’s naked for much longer I won’t be able to control myself.

“Let’s see how close I got to getting the right size.”

I hold the bottoms out for her and she steps into them. But it’s a true bikini that’s just a few strings sewn together and it barely covers her pussy lips. In fact, I tug the front of it up a little so that it goes between her lips and I can still see them.

“There, that’s better,” I say, running my knuckle between them and against her clit. “Now let’s do the top.”

I hold it out for her and make her turn around so I can tie it in the back. When she turns back around to face me I let out a laugh at just how little it covers. The triangles are about the size of a quarter and don’t cover her nipples entirely. Somehow being in this bikini is even filthier than her just being naked.

My cock is already coming out of the top of my swim shorts and the head is covered in cream. Her eyes are on it. I look down at her and decide that I need to take the edge off.

“You ever watch a man cum before?” I ask as I tug down the material of my suit and let my cock spring free. At her innocent gasp I have her answer and it makes me even harder.

I take myself in my hand and slide up and down, using my own cum to lube up. I’m thick and strong as I bring myself to the edge and she can’t take her eyes off me.

“Get on your knees and get a better look,” I say, and she does it without hesitation, dropping to her knees in front of me. The sight is the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.

This need I have for her is insane. I’ve never experienced desire like this. It’s making me absolutely fucking crazy with need. I’ll do anything and say anything to get what I want.

“Can I?” she asks as she looks up at me through her lashes and licks her lips.

“You know how?” She shakes her head and I have to close my eyes to gain control of myself so I don’t shoot out cum on her face in two seconds. “Goddamn, I knew you were fresh when I looked at you, but I didn’t know that mouth was a virgin too. Open up, little girl. I’m going to teach you how I like it.”

I have to bend my knees a little so that she can reach it and I brace myself on the lounge chair behind her. I’m leaning over her as the tip of my cock slides past her lips and I push into her mouth in shallow thrusts. Her hands go to my sides to hold onto me as her mouth opens wider and I feel her tongue explore my cock. I look down at her bathing suit that makes her look like a porn star and all I can think about is that ruby-red cherry between her legs. I can’t wait to pop it and find out if she breeds as easy as she sucks a dick.

“Fuck,” I grunt when her hand glides down my shaft where her mouth can’t reach. “That’s it,” I encourage her, but her untrained mouth is too much and I’m being pushed over the edge.

There’s a small pop when I take my cock out of her mouth and I begin to jack off. Thick streams of cum jet out of my cock and splash onto her chin and tits. She looks at me with wonder and excitement and it’s then I see her other hand is between her legs and her bottoms are wet. I curse as more cum shoots out until my legs are shaking and I don’t know if I can hold myself up any longer.