Betrayed by Love (16 page)

“If you think I’m going to suck your cock—”

“I wish you would.”

“What?”

He tightened his hand on mine and tugged at it.

I rose.

He pushed his chair back.

I shook my head.

He tugged at my hand again.

I reluctantly moved around the table toward him. “Grant—”

He pulled me down onto his lap. He immediately wrapped his arms around me, pressing his lips against my ear. “You can work your way up to sucking,” he whispered. “Until you’re comfortable with that, you can jerk me off and I’ll eat you.”

Just the thought of his mouth and tongue on my pussy sent a shudder through me.

He nibbled at my ear. “Touch me, sweet,” he encouraged.

“No penetration with your cock,” I warned.

“Promise,” he told me, sliding his lips against my neck.

I turned my head, greedy for a kiss.

He surprised me by urging me off his lap and rising. He took my hand. “I want to enjoy this. Let’s go inside to bed.”

Even though what was left of my sanity screamed at me to tell him no, I went with him willingly. Inside the living room, he drew me into his arms and kissed me. He did it slowly, lingering over my mouth with his lips and tongue until I was so hot I arched closer, rubbing my breasts against his chest.

By the time he stepped away from me, I was more than ready. He led me into the middle bedroom where he tore off his clothes quickly. Damn he had a beautiful body. I particularly enjoyed seeing his fully erect cock in broad daylight. It was about average length, but thicker than any I’d ever had inside me.

For one greedy moment, I was hard pressed not to part my legs and invite him to fuck me after all, but I overcame the insane urge. He took me in his arms and started kissing me again while rubbing his cock against me.

I shuddered, reaching between our bodies to fondle his cock and balls.

He groaned and pulled away. “You’re overdressed, sweet.”

“Yeah? What do you plan to do about it?” I asked, my gaze locked on his beautiful cock.

“Undress you.”

“So who’s objecting?”

He undressed me quickly before he stood back to stare at me. His gaze lingered for a long time on my breasts before moving down over my belly to lock on my pussy. Without a word, he dropped to his knees, gripped my hips, and brushed his warm lips against my pubic hair.

I trembled and widened my stance. “Eat me,” I begged.

He released my hips to part my slit with the fingers of one hand. “Damn, you have a pretty, pink pussy,” he whispered.

“Say hello to her,” I encouraged. “She’d love to meet your tongue, lips, and fingers.”

“They’ve wanted to meet and taste her from the moment we met.”

“Eat me.”

He brushed his tongue against my clit.

I shuddered, pressing his face closer. “Oh…yes.”

He ate and teased my pussy with a slow heat that set my entire body on fire. I felt as if I were burning and consumed with the need to come. My climax quickly built in the pit of my stomach and when he slid a hand around my body to rub against my asshole, I sobbed and exploded against his lips.

He thrust a finger into my ass and lapped at my pussy with his tongue. The sensation of having my ass finger fucked while he alternated between lapping at my pussy and sucking my clit, prolonged my climax until the waves of pleasure were too much to bear. I gasped and shoved against his shoulders, while stumbling away from him.

I walked on trembling legs over to the bed and sprawled onto my back, gasping.

He followed me, slid between my legs, and thrust his tongue back into my pussy and his finger in my ass.

Damn. He continued making oral love to me until I sobbed his name and came again. Then he slid up my body to settle between my trembling legs. I felt his thick cock pressing against one of my thighs.

Oh, hell. He was going to fuck me without protection and I didn’t have the will to object. I wanted to feel his thick length slowly sliding into my already flooded pussy. I slid my hands down his back to cup his taut ass. “Fuck me slowly,” I told him. If I were going to have unsafe sex, I at least wanted it to last long enough for me to enjoy it.

But I’d misjudged him. He gripped my hips, fastened his lips onto my right nipple, and slowly rubbed his cock between my thighs and sucked and nibbled at my breast until he suddenly groaned. Moments later, I felt him coming against my thigh.

Call me crazy but I was so touched by his not taking advantage of my weakness that tears welled in my eyes and spilled down my cheeks. “Thank you, Grant,” I whispered.

He seemed to understand what I was feeling because he lifted his head from my breasts, kissed my lips, and settled his full weight on me. “I won’t ever take advantage of you, Linea,” he promised. “And I’ll do my best never to hurt or disappoint you.”

I believed him. I trusted him. I wanted to get to know him. And I wanted him inside me. “I don’t know what to say, Grant.”

He brushed his lips against my ear. “You can say you’ll make an exception in my case.”

“You want us to date for the rest of my vacation?”

“No.” He rolled off of me and propped himself up on his elbow. He slid his other palm down my belly to my pussy. “I want to fuck you.”

“I want that too,” I admitted.

“Good, but I want to be your lover beyond your vacation.”

A tingle danced down my spine as he rubbed his thumb against my clit. “A long distance romance—”

He slid a finger inside me. “Who says it has to be long distance?”

I parted my legs. “I live in L.A.,” I reminded him.

He slipped a second finger inside me. “So do I,” he said.

A wave of joy engulfed me. “You do? But I thought…”

“I came to Philly to meet you.”

“To meet me?” I reached down to remove his fingers from my pussy and sat up. “You did?”

He nodded, stretching out on his back. “I wasn’t really interested in meeting you until Jen emailed me two pictures. You were wearing this pink frilly outfit in one. Damn you look good in pink. You had a bathing suit on in the other one. The moment I saw those pictures, I fell into instant lust. When she told me you were in Philly, I called in favors and rearranged my schedule to fly here to meet you.”

“Even though you knew I don’t date white guys?”

He sat up and shrugged. “I planned to change your mind.”

“Damn you’re arrogant,” I told him.

He arched a brow and bent to brush his lips against my breasts. “But you are going to be my woman anyway, aren’t you?”

There were probably several good reasons to say no. I didn’t care about any of them. “Yes,” I admitted. “I am.”

“And these beautiful ladies are going to be mine alone?”

“Yes...oh, yes.”

 
He released a sigh and slipped off the bed. “Stay right there,” he said and left the room.

I lay on my back, staring up at the ceiling. What have you just done, Lin? Have you lost your mind? You are not going to be his woman and you are not going to let him fuck you! You both came. Stop thinking with your pussy and let what you’ve shared be enough. Get your ass in gear and get the hell back to Philly.

I lay where I was, rubbing my pussy and getting wet and excited as I fantasized about being fucked with Grant’s incredibly thick dick.

When he returned to the bedroom several minutes later with a condom on his fully erect cock, my pussy flooded. Dismissing any remaining remnants of sanity, I parted my legs in an unmistakable and shameless invitation.

He quickly crossed the room and joined me on the bed. He slipped between my legs, pausing with his cock against my entrance.

My heart raced and my thighs shook. I couldn’t ever recall hungering for cock more.

He stared down at me. “Are you sure? I want our first fuck to be special. If you have any doubts, it’ll kill me, but I can wait.”

For an answer, I reached down, closed my fingers against his thick length, and thrust my hips upward.

That’s all the encouragement he needed.

He drew my hand away and thrust his hips forward, slowly driving his thick cock into my wet channel.

When I felt our pubic hair touching, he laid his big body on mine and sought my lips.

Oh, hell yeah!

I moaned with pleasure as he fucked me slowly. Ripples of pleasure tightened my belly and shook my entire body with each hard, wonderful thrust. I love a man who doesn’t rush through a fuck as if he’s afraid he’ll be pulled out if he doesn’t rut into me like there’s no tomorrow.

Don’t get me wrong. I can fully appreciate a man who behaves as if mine is the best pussy he’s ever had and it’s so good he goes wild, but I almost demand a certain level of expertise and finesse in my lovers.

Grant took his time fucking me and he knew what he was doing. He made every touch of his lips, tongue, and cock count. He filled my pussy with lust and touched my inner emotions with a joy and passion I couldn’t deny or hide.

My back arched, my toes curled, and I moaned like an alley cat in heat.

He pounded my pussy while biting my breasts and clutching my ass to keep his cock as deep in me as possible.

Oh, God, what a blast. I sobbed his name and enjoyed an absolutely delicious orgasm.

He continued sliding in and out of my climaxing pussy for several moments before he finally shuddered against me, groaned in my ear as he ground his cock as deep as he could get it in me, and came himself.

As I lay under him, enjoying each groan and jerk of his big, hard body, I kept my eyes closed and pretended he was coming in my bare pussy instead of in the condom.

He collapsed on me with his lips against my ear. “Oh, damn, sweet, that was good.”

I smiled, stroking my fingers down his ass. “Well, I do have good pussy,” I said.

He bit my ear. “Good isn’t the word. Damn. Exquisite isn’t adequate either, but it’s all I can come up with at the moment.”

Oh, hell, but he was smooth.

I tightened my pussy around his cock.

He groaned in protest.

I laughed.

“Instead of wasting time teasing me, you’d better get on the phone and give your old lovers the bad news.”

“What bad news?”

“This pussy is now off limits to them.”

“Oh? Why?”

“Because you’re my woman now,” he told me in a deep, passion slurred voice. “And I don’t plan to share you, my ladies, or my pussy with anyone else. I’m going to keep you and it all for myself.”

I’ve never tolerated my lovers making decisions for me. But after that heavenly fuck and with his cock still stretching my pussy, I decided that sometimes it was okay to just enjoy being a woman and letting the man occupy the driver’s seat—at least for awhile.