Page 33 of King of Deception

“Not even that,” she says as she bites her lip. “I…” Her little pink tongue darts out to lick her lips. “Gris, I’ve never…”

A growl climbs up my throat and erupts from my lips. “You’re a virgin?”

She’s splayed out for me, her pussy spread open like a fucking buffet, just a few inches from my face. I see her cheeks darken even more, turning a bright red. “I’m not a prude.”

“I know.” I don’t want to break eye contact, so I bring the pad of my thumb to her clit and start massaging light circles. We are not stopping this party, we’re just slowing it down for a minute.

“In New York I had this security detail, which made dating difficult. It wasn’t until after Toni died that I finally had some freedom. That’s when I met Preston.”

While he’s the last guy I want to talk about, I can’t believe that he hasn’t touched her. What the fuck is wrong with that guy? Then again, his loss is my gain. “No wonder you went out with him. He was the first guy who came along when you finally had some freedom.”

“I hadn’t thought of that.” She looks away… “Anyway, I’m not sure today is the right day for me to… you know…”

I give a quick nod, agreeing, before I dive back into her pussy. She’s right. There isn’t enough trust yet between us, but I make some promises to myself and silently to her.

I’m going to be the guy. The guy that takes her first. And then, at least for a hot minute, she’ll be mine, and only mine.

That thought is way more satisfying than I ever imagined.

Arabella is a goddess, and I eat her pussy like a starving man. It takes almost no time before she’s panting my name, her fingers threading into my hair as she pulls me closer, begging for more friction.

Fuck. I might have to move in. I want to do this every night.

I insert a finger inside her, then another, feeling the stretch even as she cries out her pleasure.

I get this overwhelming feeling that I belong in bed with this woman.

I know I’m losing my shit, breaking rules I never break, all because she cries my name in the sweetest fucking voice. I tell myself not to lose my head.

But I’m already weakening. That shit I told her about Luke. It wasn’t the smart play.

If I’m not careful, I’m going to ruin everything.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Arabella

I feel the orgasm building,my nails digging into Gris’s scalp. This man can slip past all my defenses, make me forget reason, and turn me to jello in an instant.

I should be remembering that he is a huge part of my current problems.

Instead, I’m mostly fixated on the fact that this is the best I’ve felt all day.

And I should be taking from him and not giving a damn thing, but I hear myself gush, “I want to suck your cock after.”

Which makes him stop.

I cry out, the orgasm so close, the last thing I wanted was for him to stop.

“You want to suck my cock?” His words are a rumbling growl.

Is that weird? How would I know? I feel myself blushing again. “I just… I like it. Your… um… cock is kind of amazing and…”

He’s moving up my body before I can even get the words out.

“You like my cock?”

“Is that not something I’m supposed to say?”

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