Page 34 of King of Deception

Instead of answering, he kisses me, my scent all over his lips and tongue as he shoves it in my mouth.

His cock is now pressing into my drenched folds, sinking just into my entrance.

Did I say I didn’t want to have sex with him?

In this moment I want to give him anything. Everything.

All of me. My body any way he wants it. My heart stutters in my chest but I ignore it as he breaks off the kiss and lifts up a few inches, staring down at me. “You can tell me as often as you want, that you like my cock, luv.”

I’ve stopped blushing but I feel my skin heating again. “This… this is just between us, right?” I don’t know why, but it feels like I’ve shared another secret with him. It turns out, I’m wanton. In fact, I’m downright slutty.

“This is completely between us,” he answers back, and he sinks just a little deeper inside me. Not enough that it hurts, it’s barely the tip, and holy shit, it feels amazing. “You tell me what you like, what you don’t, it’s only for me, princess. No one else will ever know.”

That makes me feel better. “Promise?”

“Promise,” he answers, looking down into my eyes, holding my stare. “You’re safe with me.”

Those are words I should not listen to, but I do. “I don’t want to be a princess,” I say to him. “I just want to be a woman who gets to sleep with a hot guy and not have to worry that he wants my brother’s company more than he wants me.”

I should not have told him that. Shit.

He slides off me and I think that I’ve completely fucked this up as he sits up. “Trust me, luv,” he says and then he climbs back on top of me, but this time, with his face over my hips, his hips settling over my face. “You are far more rare, more beautiful, than a real estate company.”

And then he licks down over my clit again.

It feels even better from this angle, and my whole body goes rigid, my legs jerking as I slide my mouth around his cock.

The way he’s working my clit, I sink down his shaft with no warmup, swallowing him down further than I ever thought possible.

“Jesus Christ, Bella,” he rumbles right against my clit and even that has my legs shaking.

I think I might forget to breathe as stars form behind my eyes, but it’s so good.

I slide back up him, drawing a deep breath as I swallow him down again. I actually feel a vibration down his shaft, and I know that means he’s getting close too.

I don’t know much about sex, but I do understand that Gris’s reaction to me is as strong as mine is to him.

That thought triggers my orgasm. I can’t even really moan, his cock filling my mouth, but I give it a good try as I break apart, my lips and tongue losing any art as I just try to breathe.

It’s messy and so amazing as Gris pumps in and out of my mouth several more times before he cums too, the thick liquid shooting down my throat.

I swallow it all. I know it’s not normal, but I just like it, and when he’s done, I collapse back on the bed, an absolute puddle, my bones melted.

Do men not have that same reaction? He spins around, drawing me close as he settles in the bed, wrapping me in a cocoon of his body.

“Do you have to…” I start to say and then feel the emotion I’ve been pushing down all day, rise to the surface. “Will you leave again this time?”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he rumbles back.

I’d like to think it’s because he cares, but I have to be prepared for the fact that it might just be because he’s got some other plan.

I don’t care tonight.

Even if I’m careening toward heartbreak, and I likely am, my world has been so cold.

And Gris, he is red-hot.

I snuggle deeper into him, warm and safe for the first time in what feels like forever. “I want it to be you,” I whisper into the night.

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