Con Man

by Amy Brent

  “Oh, Wes,” I said. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

  “Please, let me touch you,” he said.

  “Just be patient,” I said breathlessly.

  My chest was already panting, and my legs were already shaking. Wesley’s body was tense, poised and ready to pounce the moment I was done. My juices dripped down my slit, slicking my entrance just for Wesley’s multiple intrusions. I wanted to experience all of him. Every single part of his house pressed against my back as he fucked me stupid.

  But not before I absolutely drove him wild.

  “Fuck, Olivia. Come on. Please.”

  I pretended like he was touching me because I knew it would drive him insane with lust. “Oh, shit. Yes, Wes. Your tongue. Oh, fuck. I love the way you lick me. Yes.”

  “You can let me lick you now,” he said. “I’ll lick you however long you want me to. Please, Olive.”

  My hips arched off the staircase as I began to buck into my hand. I could feel myself approaching my end as my thighs began to clench. My toes curled around the banister as my head lobbed back, and as my orgasm crashed over my body, I called out Wesley’s name into his home.

  “Yes! Wesley. Holy fuck. Just like that. Oh, shit, Wes!”

  The moment my back dropped to the staircase, he barreled up the steps. He scooped me up into his arms and pulled me into his body, but before his lips could crash upon mine, I’d already slid in between his legs. I pulled his sweatpants down his body, exposing his lack of underwear before I groaned in wanton lust.

  “Oh, such a bad boy,” I said devilishly. “Is this all for me?”

  Before Wesley could answer, my mouth was wrapped around his cock. He sighed, resting back onto the staircase as I continued to work his pants off his ankles. I reveled in his twitching thighs as his hands wrapped into the tendrils of his hair. I wanted him to lose himself in me. I wanted him to fuck my face and use my body for whatever nefarious purposes he desired.

  I hummed around his cock as he began to move my head. Up and down my mouth went, his cock growing with every lick my tongue gave to his head. Drops of pre-come fell to my tongue, and I swallowed them down greedily. Then, he shoved his dick all the way down my throat as my lips bottomed out against his pelvis.

  “Holy fuck, Olive. Yes.”

  I swallowed around him before his hips got to work. He fucked my face as my fingernails dug into his thighs, and I could feel his strength even as his body shook for me. His balls smacked my chin, and his hands tightened in my hair. My fingertips raked down his hips while my knees dug into the staircase. I hummed around him, my spit dripping down his balls, but before he could approach his end, he ripped my lips from his dick.

  He pulled me up and slid me from underneath him, pressing my body into the staircase. He wedged between my legs and slicked his cock with my pussy juices. Then, he slid in easily, feeling me tremble. His cock breached my pussy folds, slipping into the throbbing warmth my body had to offer, and he waited there, losing himself in the sensations.

  I sighed at how he felt. How beautifully he filled me up and stretched my body. He planted my knees into the staircase and pressed my ass into his hips, and the motion ripped him from his trance.

  Mercilessly, he began to pound. His balls smacked my clit as I wailed out his name, but it didn’t last for long before he pulled his dick from my body. I whimpered at the loss of him before he pulled me from the floor and slowly began to move us up the steps.

  We got to the top of the steps before my back was pushed into the wall. Wesley cupped my ass and I jumped, locking my legs around him before he pinned me to the surface. His cock slid effortlessly into me when he thrust forward, my jaw unhinging in delight. Then, his hips snapped up, shoving me high along the wall as my tits bounced in his face.

  “Shit. Wes. Yes. Fuck. Don’t. Stop. Please.”

  I felt his teeth clamp down into my breasts as his cock throbbed against my inner walls. I wanted to delay my orgasms. I wanted to come with him when he was ready. But his cock felt too good, and his body felt too warm, and his tongue across my breasts felt too soft. My pussy clamped down onto him, readying itself for the spillage of juices I was about to experience.

  But before I could come, Wesley ripped his dick from between my legs and wrapped his arms around me.

  I panted into the crook of his neck as he carried me into his room. He raised his foot back, kicking the door of his bathroom in, and then he set me on my feet and pressed my face into the bathroom counter. I stood on my tiptoes, smiling at what I knew was coming, and the moment I felt Wesley’s cock at my entrance, I shivered in anticipation.

  “Take me,” I whispered. “Please.”

  He shoved his cock deep into my depths, and I groaned into the counter. His hands wrapped themselves into my hair, pulling my face up as my eyes connected with the mirror. I watched Wesley fuck me from behind, seeing the ecstasy painted on his face. I watched him while he watched his cock, his face growing red with every thrust he made. My entire body was on fire for him. I could feel my juices dripping down his balls as they smacked against my thick thighs.

  Then, his eyes caught mine in the mirror, and he grinned.

  He pulled from between my legs before he bent over and kissed my back. I shivered at the small touch, feeling his hands flutter down my sides. I whimpered, my fine hairs standing on end for him in every place he caressed. My pussy juices were trickling down my thighs as Wesley’s cock rested against my ass, but it wasn’t long before his hands found my hips and pressed in deep.

  “Come here,” he said.

  I was swung around before my ass hit the edge of my bathtub. I saw Wesley sit beside me before his held his cock in his hand, and I crawled into his lap, letting my pussy gobble him down again. I rode his cock, feeling him hit all those beautiful spots as his hands palmed my tits. He groaned and grunted, thrusting up into my body as his tongue danced around my tits.

  I felt beautiful. More beautiful than I’d ever felt in my entire life. The way Wesley wanted me on every surface, it was like he wanted to make memories of me in his home. I felt like there wasn’t a surface he didn’t want me to touch, but my train of thought was ruined when Wesley bit down into my skin and hung on for the ride.

  “Fuck, Wes! Oh, shit! Oh, you treat me so good, baby. Fuck, I love riding your cock.”

  I felt Wesley’s fingertips sink deeper into my body. My pussy began to flutter around him again as my body twitched, readying itself for an orgasm I desperately wanted. I wrapped my hand around his head and pulled him deep into my breasts, lobbing my head back as I began to moan.

  My toes curled, and my legs twitched, and I was seconds away from being thrown over the edge.

  But before I could reach my own end, Wesley gripped my hips, pulled me off his cock, and ceased my movements.

  Chapter 33

  Wesley

  I felt her body go limp against me as I picked her up into my arms. She was panting into me, drawing breaths she desperately needed to keep her composure. Usually, I took great pride in making her come all the times I knew I could. I’d watched her come two, three different times on any occasion I had been with her. But tonight, I would take great pride in making her beg.

  I laid her flushed body onto my bed before I crawled up her body. My kisses made her shiver, shaking as she tried to find the friction she so desperately wanted. Her hips lunged into me, grinding on whatever surface of my skin she could find. Her pussy drenched me in juices, soaking my skin wherever it touched. My lips trailed up her stomach, smirking against her whenever her body jumped. Her toes ran up the backs of my legs, and her nails clawed at my skin. I nipped my teeth at her tits before my face moved to find hers.

  Olivia’s eyes were seething with frustration. Her body was begging for release.

  But I wouldn’t grant it.

  I wouldn’t have mercy on her until I was ready.

  I dipped my hips between Olivia’s legs and thrust myself into her. She groaned, her pussy lurching at the in
trusion as I bit into her shoulder. Slowly, I pumped into her, lighting my body on fire as every single hair stood up on my skin. Her pussy was so warm and wet for me. I wanted to prolong it as much as possible. I wanted to be inside of her as long as she would allow.

  I wanted to take my time with her and have her in every position I’d ever dreamed of as a teenager before I relinquished her to the dark depths of her pleasure she so desperately wanted to swim in.

  My hips rolled into hers while she quaked against my body. I watched her skin grow redder and redder while her pussy clamped me harder and harder. I captured her lips with mine, savoring her trembling mouth as her mouth hung open in pleasure. Her hips rose to buck against me, to chase the orgasm she was seeking.

  But all I did was pull out from between her legs as she balled up her fists at her sides.

  My hands grasped her hips, and I flipped her onto her stomach. I reached around and pulled her to her knees, drawing her back toward my chest. My hands roamed her body as Olivia lobbed her head back onto my shoulder, and that was when I saw it.

  The tears of frustration brewing behind her eyes.

  I kissed one lonely tear away as my cock rested between her ass cheeks. My arms shook with their strain, holding her beautiful body up against me. I wanted her pussy one last time. One last time before the tension burst upon my tongue, and her body flooded me with the juices only she could provide. I’d lick her clean before I took her in the one position I knew I couldn’t hold myself accountable for.

  But not before I took her just like this.

  I grabbed my cock and slowly slid it between her legs. The dripping head of my dick found her pussy, slowly pushing in as both our bodies trembled against one another. Olivia moaned into my neck, her tongue reaching out to taste my skin. I shivered at her touch, leaning my head onto her cheek before I turned and captured her tongue between my lips.

  I sucked it into my mouth, pulling whimpers and moans from Olivia’s throat as I slowly began to fuck her. I snapped my hips up, diving my dick farther and farther into her body as her ass rolled back into my pelvis. We set a rhythm and kept it up, covering each other in sweat, breathing each other’s air. Her hands were in my hair, and my teeth were imprinted upon her skin. I massaged her tits while my fingers tweaked her nipples, and the sighs that poured forth from her lips shook my cock as I slid it in and out of her folds.

  “The things you do to me, Olive, are astounding.”

  “Please let me come. I can’t take it anymore, Wes. Please.”

  “You beg so beautifully, my love. Just a little while longer.”

  She whimpered, begging me for mercy when I would have none. My pace picked up, and her hips bucked harder. My lips parted in pleasure, and Olivia’s hands wound tighter in my hair. I grunted and groaned into her ear, shivering her body and watching goosebumps cascade down her skin. I held on tight, rolling my chiseled muscles against hers while I felt her sweat drip down her back.

  “Wes. I’m gonna come. Please let me come. I’ll do anything. Please.”

  I could feel it, her tits puckering and her muscles twitching. Her pussy was hammering down on me, the blood rushing to her clit as it began to swell from underneath its hood. Olivia’s pussy slathered me in juices as they seeped down my balls, and I almost considered giving in.

  Giving her what she wanted.

  What we both wanted.

  But then I remembered what I truly wanted. I wanted to watch her unravel. I wanted to look into her eyes while her legs shook around my head. I wanted to lick her clean before coming in her pussy from behind. I wanted to make her ass jump after my tongue made her pussy walls give way.

  So, I slid out from between her legs, and Olivia collapsed in my arms in a fit of tears.

  “Why are you doing this?” she asked. “I just want to come.”

  I laid her down on the bed and watched as the tears trickled down her eyes. I wiped at the tear trails on her skin before I kissed her sweetly, allowing her trembling lips to seek comfort in the warmth of my own. My body slithered down her, feeling the intense strain I’d put on her muscles.

  Olivia sighed with relief the moment my tongue hit the tip of her clit.

  “Oh, fuck. Yes, Wes. Lick that pussy. See what you’ve done to me.”

  I threw her legs over my shoulders as her hands wound tightly in my hair. She locked her legs, desperate to not let me get away again. But she didn’t have to worry. My cock was growing hungry for her, and I didn’t know if I could put off my dripping dick much longer.

  My tongue slithered around her pussy as she bucked ravenously into my face. I could hear her heaving, gasping for air as she chased the high she so desperately sought. My hands clamped down onto her hips, pinning her to the bed before I bent forward. Her hips lifted off the bed as she tried to follow my tongue.

  “Make me come, Wes. Make me come like only you can. I’m so fucking close. Please don’t leave me. I’ll do anything. Don’t leave me.”

  I smiled into her pussy before I dove deep. I pressed my tongue into her swollen clit before I raked it from side to side. Her body began to tense, and her toes began to curl. Olivia’s thighs clamped down onto my face as her pussy began to heat up. I knew it was coming. I knew she was close. I backed up just a little bit, enough to make her frustrated. To make her think I was pulling back.

  To make her think I was leaving.

  “Oh, no, you fucking don’t.”

  In an instant, I was on my back. Olivia’s pussy was splattered onto my face as she rode me off into the sunset, and I could see the determined pleasure ricocheting across her face. I watched her closely. Watched how she bit down onto her lip. I saw her lips pucker while her hips bucked wildly on top of my face, and then, I watched her slowly unravel.

  “Yes. Wes. Yes!”

  She moaned out into the room as her head lobbed back. Fluid sprayed onto my face, coating me and soaking my hair as I continued to lap at her clit. Deeper and deeper I carved, hitting places she never knew existed between her legs as she bucked wildly on top of my face. One orgasm barreled into another, and soon, her hands were grasping her tits, trying to relieve the tension as my tongue rode her through another orgasm.

  I watched the woman I loved come completely undone. Sweat was dripping down her tits while her body shook without mercy. Her pussy had coated her thighs in shiny juices while I licked her slit clean, and yet, all she did was continue to ride my face. She heaved for air, panting as her entire body slowly began to sink down to me, and I caught her in my arms as I slowly sat up.

  I cradled her close as tears of relief dripped onto my skin, but when she gasped as I laid her down onto her stomach, I smiled.

  Now, it was time for what I wanted.

  Chapter 34

  Olivia

  My face rested against the cool, soaked sheets of the bed. I didn’t care that it smelled like me, and I didn’t care that my hair was getting wet. All I cared about was the fact that my body was buzzing with sensations I’d never felt before in my life.

  It was like I was giving my virginity over to Wesley, after all.

  I felt his cock slide up and down my ass crack, painting my skin with his precome. He held my hips high, feeling the bruises already forming before he slipped his dick back into my pussy. I didn’t think I could take any more. We’d been fucking each other madly for the past two hours, but the more he slid inside me, the more my body burned for him. His cock slowly entered me, making me jump at the sensitivity I now experienced. His hands ran up and down my back, easing me into the transition before he pulled his hips back and snapped.

  I cried out, feeling his balls smack my sensitive clit. He reared back and did it again, this time shaking my entire body. He pounded into me, my ass jiggling against his pelvis with every thrust he took. Every time he connected with my body, he shoved me up the bed. Closer to the pillows. To the headboard.

  To where I could gain leverage.

  Skin slapping skin reverberated throughout the room as
my hands planted heavily onto the headboard. I pushed back with the only organ in my body that had any strength and then matched him thrust for thrust as he began to groan. I knew he loved this position. He loved watching my back flex for him while my ass jiggled with every thrust he took.

  I wanted him to come inside of me just like this. Just so I could feel him collapse on top of me.

  He began to grunt, began to lose himself within me. His dick throbbed against my walls in time with the beating of my heart. I’d been so sure my pussy had no more to give, but it sprang to life, pulsing around him and coaxing his come from his body. His hands dug into my skin, hurting me in all the ways I wanted, all the ways I liked most. I couldn’t wait to see the marks in the morning. The bite marks along my shoulders. His fingerprints in my hips. His teeth marks along my chest. I couldn’t wait to take them all in before he opened his eyes in the morning. I couldn’t wait to climb on top of him and wake him up with the swells of my pussy.

  A crack that hammered down onto my ass cheek pulled me from my reverie as I cried out into the room.

  “Holy fuck, this ass. I love it so much, Olive. You’re so beautiful. So perfect. So luscious. Holy hell, your pussy’s incredible.”

  I shoved back into him as fast as I could go. My arms were trembling, and our sweat was drenching the sheets. His cock grew thicker and thicker inside of me, threatening to press against every single part of my pussy. I could feel my walls clamping down onto him, pulling from my body another orgasm that had been so viciously denied. My body trembled as my arms collapsed to the bed. My cheek hit the pillow as his assault rained down on my body. I lurched dangerously close to the bed, my head threatening to knock against the headboard.