Con Man

by Amy Brent

  My head was spinning, and my legs were shaking. My nipples were pulling tighter and tighter, and my hips ached. My hands were pinned over my head, exposing the whole of my body to him as my weakened legs dropped to the floor in their state of shock.

  Never had I experienced the sheer force of an orgasm like that, and the room was still spinning when Wesley finally released me.

  “Whoa, there,” he said. “Easy does it.”

  I caught myself against Wesley’s strong arms while my nipples raked along his body. His cock still stood proud and tall as he helped me over to a seat. I heaved for air while I hung my head, but the fire within my gut was still burning. The embers of the past half hour were still glowing in the darkness of the night, and the moment I raised my eyes to see Wesley, our eyes connected again.

  Then, without another word, I slid from the chair and dropped to my knees.

  Chapter 7

  Wesley

  I watched her trembling, sweat-covered body slide from the chair and onto the floor. My cock stood proud and tall, white with her fluids while she planted kisses on my legs. I wrapped my hands in her vibrant black hair, awaiting the pleasure I knew she was about to deliver to my system. I remembered what her mouth felt like around my cock when we were in high school. How delicate her gag reflex had been. I had wanted to feel all of her, to know what it felt like to slide down that throat of hers.

  Her kisses slowly trailed up my thigh before she took one of my balls between her lips.

  “Fuck, Olive. Holy hell.”

  She rolled it around in her mouth, coating it with her spit before she moved to the other one. My legs contracted with pleasure, flexing my rippling muscles as Olivia was digging her fingertips into them. Her arms had wrapped around to my ass, her fingertips massaging my cheeks as my head lobbed back. I closed my eyes and awaited the warmth that was about to encompass me.

  Precome dripped from the tip of my cock while Olivia’s tongue ran up the pulsing vein of my thick dick. The clear liquid dripped down my skin, falling upon Olivia’s tongue before she lapped me up. She moaned at my taste, fluttering her beautiful gray eyes open to look at her masterpiece. My eyes looked down at her, and my cock twitched against her lips. She was poised to take me all in, her lips slightly parted. I wanted to thrust deep down her throat, to test that gag reflex that had held me back all those years ago.

  But she answered my question for me when she slid her mouth around my cock and took me all the way back.

  My eyes widened, and a groan peeled from between my lips. My hips began to thrust while I curled my fingers into her hair. Olivia’s fingernails dug into my ass cheeks, pulling me deeper and deeper as she closed her throat around me. She smiled against my pelvis as my legs trembled, working to try and keep myself upright just so I could enjoy more of her warmth.

  “Let me fuck that throat of yours,” I whispered.

  Slowly, Olivia pulled her head back before she slammed it back down. She nuzzled her nose against the curls of my pelvis, seeming to revel in their softness before I yanked her head back. I slid back down her throat, allowing her to pull streams of precome from the depth of my balls, and the moment Olivia swirled her tongue around the head of my cock, I lost all self-control.

  “Holy fuck, you feel so good,” I said. “What the hell are you doing to me?”

  I couldn’t get enough of her. My balls were aching with the desire for another release as I felt them fill up again. Never in my life had I come more than once with a woman, yet my body only seemed to rev harder and harder for her. My cock pulsed against the walls of Olivia’s throat, causing her to moan before she hollowed out her cheeks. I visibly shook against her body, probing her mouth with my fat cock before I made a steady rhythm of my thrusts.

  Each time Olivia’s lips touched my skin, my cock grew in size. I looked down at her wanton face, flushed with lust and desire, and I felt my dick twitch at the sight. No matter how far I shoved back down her throat, it seemed I couldn’t get close enough. No matter how much she sucked, it didn’t seem to be enough. No matter how much I wanted to slide my streams of come right down her throat, I simply didn’t want it to end.

  I wanted all of her, and I was taking all of her tonight.

  I pulled her head back as her lips released me with a pop. My hand ran down the back of her neck before I slowly guided her to her hands and knees, then I dipped behind her with my saliva-covered cock. I could see her glistening juices dripping down her thighs. I drove her crazy. I knew that just by the sight of her wiggling her glowing ass in the moonlight.

  “Fuck me, Wesley,” she moaned. “Fuck me like you wanted to in high school.”

  I slid my cock up and down her ass crack before I thrust myself inside. Olivia threw her head back in ecstasy before her head fell to the floor, and that was when I grabbed onto her hips. I held her so tightly, I knew she would have bruises in the morning, but I didn’t fucking care. I slammed into her, watching her ass jump with my every move as her body began to tremble.

  “Holy fuck, Wes. That’s amazing.”

  The words hit my head like a drug waiting for my approval to be injected. Her words penetrated my skin, causing a raging bull to unleash from within me. The part of me I kept back from the women I gave myself to for fear of scaring them was slowly beginning to trickle through, and I raised my hand back to crack across her ass. Olivia cried out into the room, her hips bucking back into me while her pussy swallowed me down. My hand cracked across her other ass cheek, causing her skin to change colors right before my very eyes.

  I planted my hands onto her lower back and steadied myself while I pounded into her. I could feel her body jolt every time my hanging balls slapped against her clit. Her moans filled the room, timed perfectly with my thrusts while her juices sprayed over the floor.

  Then, I felt it.

  That telltale massaging of my dick.

  “Don’t stop, Wes. Please. You’re hitting it. You’re hitting it. Yes. Yes. Deeper. Harder. Faster, please!”

  I bent down and dropped my chest to her back. Our sweat covered each other as I fucked her like a ragdoll. Her legs were giving way, and we both collapsed to the floor, but I continued to slide my cock in and out of her as she tried to keep her hips off the floor.

  The vice grip her pussy had coaxed me through moments ago clamped down onto my raging cock. My balls continued to fill instead of allowing me the release I so desperately wanted, but I fucked Olivia through her orgasm while she twitched on the floor. I bit into her shoulder, my teeth marks pooling with my spit before my tongue licked her clean. My hands roamed down her arms, finding her fingers just as her pussy pushed me out from her body completely.

  I interlocked our fingers while she heaved for air. She quaked with the pleasure of her orgasm while I watched her entire body flush red.

  It juxtaposed with the blackness of her hair perfectly, and my cock continued to twitch for more of her. I was insatiable, and she was the fruit I’d been waiting to bite into for years. I had been wandering in a desert for forty days and nights, and she was the tempting spring I had just stumbled upon.

  I placed a small kiss to the crook of her neck before I rolled off her, and that was when I really got to study her body. Her thick thighs glistening with her silken fluids were parted while her pussy spilled her essence onto the floor. Her rounded ass overflowed into a small little paunch that sat directly behind her belly button, but not before it flowed up into a slim and trimmed waist. Her broad shoulders boasted of tits I wanted to stick my dick between, and the moment she rolled over onto her back, they bounced for my pleasure. Her long black hair was splayed along the floor of the shoddy shack while the ocean water played for us a symphony of its own liking.

  But then, Olivia slowly lifted her head and looked over at me. I saw her nipples pucker again with delight before she started crawling back toward me, and before I could react, she straddled my hips and sank down onto my dick.

  “You’re insatiable,” I said, grinning.r />
  “You’re just too much to give up just yet,” Olivia sighed.

  Slowly, she began to roll her hips. Her eyes connected with mine while my fingertips found their natural indentations, and I guided her just the way I wanted to feel her. Her tits slowly rolled with the movement of her body, mesmerizing me with each graze my dick had against the back of her clit. Sighs tumbled from between her lips, and every single time they did, my cock twitched with delight. This woman, who was fucking me senseless and riding my cock while the moonlight gleamed off her sweating body, was a woman I’d dreamed about in high school. Night after night, I’d fallen asleep with hard-ons caused by the thought of her, and morning after morning, I would have to change my sheets because of all the salacious things they did in the depths of my mind.

  I hadn’t even begun to scratch the surface of all I wanted to do to her body, but I could tell by the way she was slumping onto my chest that she was exhausted.

  Olivia’s hands planted onto my chest while she began to swirl her hips. I tucked her hair back behind her ears while her pace slowly picked up. I slid my hands behind her to cup her ass, my forearms flexing with every movement I made. Then, I dug into the meat of her jiggling cheeks and began to help her slam down onto my dick.

  “Just like that. Fuck. That pussy’s so tight. You save that just for me?”

  “In your dreams, maybe,” Olivia panted.

  Oh, if she only knew what we’d done in my dreams.

  Her hips began to slam onto me, and I felt my balls slowly beginning to curl into my body. My heels dug into the floor, and my toes began to curl, and suddenly, Olivia’s pussy began to flutter around me again. I felt that vice grip kicking back up. The one that would suck me deep and refuse to release my body. Even her pussy was greedy for my cock, and I had never been one to deny a woman her simple pleasures.

  “Fill me up. Take all of me now, Wes. Please.”

  Hearing her beg throbbed my cock against her walls, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. Her body was giving way onto mine as I slammed my hips up into hers. My balls pulled deep into my body, and I felt myself coming. My legs pulled tautly, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. A muffled groan threatened to burst forth as my cock pulsed against her walls. My dick sprayed thick streams of come all along the inside of her body, marking my territory and coating her walls so she’d never forget me. Olivia’s body crashed to mine, jumping with her orgasm while her pussy squeezed so tightly, it pushed me out of her body again.

  She panted into the crook of my neck as I held her close to my body, the two of us dripping sweat while our intermingled juices dripped from between her legs and onto my skin.

  “Holy shit,” Olivia whispered. It was the faintest whisper, and for a second, I wondered if I’d imagined it. She was completely collapsed on top of me, unable to move save for the heaving she was doing to breathe. My cock was finally retreating, finally telling me it had eaten its fill of the dinner I had brought it.

  But still, my blood raged for her. I could hear it whistling in my ears while I held her luscious body close to mine. I reveled in the warmth she brought to my cold limbs while the ocean water threatened to swallow them whole. I no longer gave a shit if she wanted to buy the place. I knew I’d hang onto this memory of her for as long as I could. Every time I’d wrap my hand around my dick in the shower, this moment would be on the tip of my fingers. Every time I closed my eyes, the smell of her womanhood would waft right underneath my nose.

  I had set out to ruin her, but I was beginning to wonder if she’d ruined me.

  I waited for her to make the first move. When she finally peeled herself from my body, I could see her shivering from the cold. The breeze coming off the ocean fluttered around our bodies, so I helped her get up before I began tossing her clothes to her. We both tucked ourselves back in, Olivia obviously wobbly on her legs. I helped her to sit down before I ran my fingertips through her hair, slowly undoing all the knots I’d created in them from clutching onto her so tightly.

  “I’ll give you my card,” Olivia said breathlessly. “It’s got all my information on it. You can contact me in a couple days. I should have the offer by then.”

  “So, you’ll take it?” I asked, smirking.

  “As quickly as I took you,” she said, grinning.

  Olivia reached down for her purse and grabbed it before she pulled out a card. She handed it over to me, and I scanned it quickly before I pocketed it. In one fell swoop, I’d had most of what I had ever wanted from the little girl in high school who seemingly got away, and now, I had her number.

  “What if I want to contact you before then?” I asked.

  “Then, you’ve got my number.”

  “What if it’s not business related?” I asked.

  “I suppose it would depend on what you’re asking and what my schedule looks like.”

  “Do you need help getting to your car?” I asked.

  “I’m more than capable of walking on my own.” Olivia got up from the chair and wobbled to the doorframe before she caught herself. The wood practically gave way underneath her touch, and she grimaced before she stood herself upright again.

  “Yep, I’m definitely bulldozing the place,” she said.

  I chuckled behind her while I escorted her to her car, and then I opened her door for her so she could get in. I watched her drive off into the darkness while my hand fingered the card in my pocket, and I pulled it out to take a second look. It had her name on it with an address, and a quick internet search of the address told me that it, in fact, was her realtor business. I entered the number into my cell phone and shot off a quick text message, just to see if it really was her number.

  And when I got a message back from her, I knew it was all real.

  Olivia Hart, the woman in high school I’d dreamed of for years, was a real estate developer and investor in Malibu.

  It doesn’t get much better than this.

  Chapter 8

  Olivia

  I couldn’t believe what I’d just done. I’d gone from being a private detective to fucking my suspect. I spent the entire evening lying around in bed, thinking of what we’d done. I had to slick my fingers between my pussy folds and bring herself to orgasm again that night just to fall asleep. Simply thinking about the way his chiseled body pinned me down and fucked me senseless was enough to rile me up again.

  One thing I did know was that I couldn’t do it again. It was completely against my policy to get personally involved in any case, and that was exactly what I’d done. I slept with the man I was trying to track down. I’d allowed myself to be weak and vulnerable with a man I was investigating. This man, Wesley or Alex or whoever the fuck he was, had screwed my friend over. He’d robbed her of every penny she had on her at the time, and he’d completely screwed over her credit. That jeopardized the way she was able to take care of her son, and that was what really boiled my blood.

  He’d compromised Destiny’s ability to take care of her own flesh and blood.

  I couldn’t wrap my head around it. I lay on my bed and brought my hands to my eyes. I thought if I rubbed long and hard enough, the memory would simply dissipate. I knew if I could just scrub my eyes of the memory, then I wouldn’t imagine how thick his cock was. If I brushed my teeth long enough, I’d be able to scrub away the salted sweetness of our intermingled juices on my tongue.

  I needed to wipe the incident from my mind, and yet, it simultaneously made me feel alive.

  This was bad news for me. This jeopardized my ability to be constructive and unbiased. I knew it would be hard enough taking a case for Destiny because of the friendship we had built, but now, it would be even harder to make Wesley my own personal mark. Now that I knew what his body and that cock of his was capable of, that was all I would want to think about. I’d sit in front of him or hear his voice, and instantly, my tits would stand at attention. It was happening right now, and all I was doing was thinking about the trouble I had gotten myself into.

 
“Shit.”

  It was the most fun I had ever had in my life. Being a private detective didn’t afford me much of a social life, which meant I didn’t do much dating. Which meant I didn’t do much fucking, either. My body had been set aflame in ways I’d never felt before, and I sunk back into the depths of my covers and pulled my comforter over my head.

  Maybe if I just hid away from the world, I’d be able to ignore the tugging in my pelvis.

  I wanted him to call. I wanted my phone to ring out with a number I didn’t recognize. I wanted to pick up and hear his voice on the other end. I could talk with him and get back to business. I could begin slowly asking him questions, trying to prod him about certain things in his life that I could use to hack his social media accounts or whatever else I could find. In the back of my mind, I knew I could use this to my advantage. I could continue to sleep with him and grow close to him, then I could strike at the last second. I’d be able to use this dynamic to get closer to my mark than I’d ever come before.

  Then, I’d inject him with a little bit of his own medicine and watch him tumble from the precipice he’d built for himself.

  The idea made me smile, but I bolted upright when my cell phone began to buzz. I picked it up and didn’t recognize the number, and suddenly, I felt nervous. I knew who was calling. I knew it was Wesley. I took a deep breath and calmed my mind before I slipped back into the real estate persona I’d built. Then I picked up the phone and held it to my ear.