The Seduction

by Jessie Jones

  "Pat's different. He's not my friend," John replied calmly, trying to read her thoughts. Cocking a brow, he asked, "Did you not like your sexual encounter with Pat?"

  "Yes, I liked it," Gillian said, blushing hotly, unable to lie to him. "But will I be expected to have sex with Pat often?"

  "Pat may join us from time to time, but only if you want him to, kitten. I would never force you to do something you didn't want to do. Pat would never hurt you, and from this point forward, he will have his own set of rules to follow."

  "His own set of rules, huh? Patrick doesn't strike me as a man who follows rules any better than you."

  John chuckled before he kissed Gillian's lips once again. He then lay back on the bed and took her with him. His cock twitched with life as he felt her wet pussy rub against his muscular stomach when she straddled his waist. Rubbing his hands up and down her silky thighs, he smiled. "It's not that Pat and I don't like to follow rules; we just prefer to make our own. Pat likes you, kitten. He might even like you as much as I do."

  Gillian rubbed the hairs on John's chest as she snorted. "Patrick doesn't like me, John. He has made that clear. He likes what's between my legs, and that's it. I just don't want to come between the two of you, baby. I know he means a lot to you, and I would never jeopardize that relationship."

  "Nothing could ever come between Pat and me," John said, hungrily licking his lips. He then trailed his hands up her stomach to play with her milky white breasts. "And just so you know, Pat does like you. I mean, he did thoroughly enjoy your beautiful pussy, but it's more than that. Without going into great detail, Pat has been through some shit in his life that has left him with more than just physical scars. It's his story to tell, and I hope, in time, he will share it with you. All I ask is that you just give him a chance."

  A breathtaking smile crossed Gillian's stunning face as she said, "You know you can be very persuasive, Mr. Kenric. I see why you are such a successful businessman." She then bent her head down to run her tongue along his bottom lip. Raising up only slightly so she could look into his lust filled eyes, she flirted, "You're so big and gorgeous, Bear, and now you belong to me. I think my honey pot is ready for another delivery."

  John's dick immediately hardened at her sultry words. He then felt her small, porcelain hands run up his arms and lock them above his dark head. As she did this, his hungry mouth shot up to suck on one pert, rose colored nipple. He released her breast with a pop when she took her other hand and pushed him back down on the bed. John growled in agitation and, in one movement, rolled over to position her beneath him. He immediately slid his cock into her dripping wet pussy as he nuzzled her neck.

  "Pooh Bear," Gillian half moaned as a shiver went through her body at the feel of John inside of her. "No fair! I want to take care of you."

  "Later." John smiled, kissing the pulse at the base of her throat.

  "No, Bear, now," Gillian pouted as John raised his head to look in her eyes. "You've explored my body, now I want to explore yours. I promise you'll like it."

  Just because he could, he leisurely kissed her pink, pouty lips. He chuckled to himself as he felt her arms snake around his neck and her hips begin to undulate against his. It would be so easy to go ahead and make love to her, but he found himself wanting to please her. Breaking the kiss, John nuzzled her neck once more before he huskily said, "Okay, kitten. Where would you like me?"

  A brilliant smile touched her lips as she said, "Thank you, Bear. First, I will need you to lie back on the pillows and tuck your hands behind your head."

  John kissed her neck once more before he pulled out of her and did as she requested. Once he was settled back on the pillows with his hands locked behind his head, Gillian spread his long, outstretched legs and sat back on her knees. His cock throbbed painfully as her eyes roamed his big, hard body and centered on his manhood. John sucked in his breath and clenched his teeth together when Gillian licked her fingers and playfully manipulated her own nipples as her eyes found his. When he reached out to pluck one nipple himself, Gillian slapped at his hand.

  "No touching, Bear," Gillian chastised as he obeyed her order. To show John that he had pleased her, the stunning American picked up one of his feet and placed a kiss on its sole before she rubbed it along her breasts. In between kissing his toes, she said, "You are so handsome to me, John. Do you know how many times I have played with my pussy while thinking about this hard, delicious body?"

  "Play with your pussy now, kitten," John almost growled, more aroused than he had ever been in his life. His woman was breathtaking to watch! From her plump, voluptuous nipples peeking out from the luxurious ebony hair that fell over her shoulder to the thin strip of fuzzy hair that sat between her legs, there was nothing on his woman that wasn't perfect. His eyes completely blackened when he felt her hands ease up and down his thick, muscular thighs, each time getting closer and closer to his cock. John then watched her beautiful face bend down between his legs, only to run her tongue up the length of his member. His head fell back in total surrender as precum seeped from the mushroom shaped head.

  "Mmm. I think it likes me, Bear." Gillian seductively grinned before she licked the salty liquid from the tip. She then wrapped one hand around the thick, throbbing shaft and began to slowly and methodically stroke it. As she did this, Gillian licked his balls before sucking them into her mouth. She smiled when she heard John growl in ecstasy before she massaged the beautiful cock against her lips and cheeks.

  "Stop fucking with me, kitten, and put it in your mouth," John painfully snarled, the intense pleasure becoming too much for him to handle. "Oh fuck!" he moaned as her hot, wet mouth took the head of his cock into her mouth. He pushed his hips up to try to shove it farther in her mouth as he gripped the sheets. Gillian sucked on the head like it was a giant lollipop as she massaged his balls. Her sultry giggles had him nearly coming apart as she popped his cock out of her mouth, only to begin stroking it directly under the head. When her tongue found the sensitive spot under his balls, John could no longer take the torture. In one quick movement, he jerked her up and onto his lower abdomen. He then quickly positioned his cock at her entrance before pushing himself deep inside of her.

  Giving her no time to gather herself, John smashed his mouth against hers in a passionate kiss that had them both panting. Breaking the kiss again, John told her, "Ride my cock, kitten. I want to watch you come."

  Feeling naughty, the emerald eyed beauty pushed John back on the bed. She put her hands in the center of his chest and slowly began to ride him as he had commanded. When John was fully embedded in her tight, dripping cunt, Gillian ground her hips against his. As she did this, she threw her head back and purred at the intense sensations it was causing in her core. Quickening her pace, she cried out as he gripped her breasts in his hands. Lowering her head, she smashed her lips against his in a demanding, passionate kiss. As her tongue mated with his, Gillian felt John's hands lower to her plump bottom and grip her cheeks, spreading them apart. She again pushed herself up to grind her hips against his. The breath caught in her throat as her vaginal walls began to tighten around his cock. She then gripped her own breasts and screamed out in total surrender as she came hard. Her body bucked and quivered as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body. Gillian whimpered and shook as she again ground her hips against his, prolonging the glorious sensations.

  John watched Gillian come on his cock with pure astonishment. She literally knocked the breath out of him with how beautiful she looked. His own head fell back in rapture as her pussy tightened its hold on his cock before it began to massage it with her orgasm. Needing his own release, John rolled her under him and began to pump himself deeply inside of her. Propping himself up on one arm so he wouldn't hurt her, he allowed his inner beast to take over. With each push of his hips, John plunged deeper and deeper into her core. Sweat dripped off his face and chest as Gillian grabbed his hair and whispered sweet words in his ear. Feeling his balls begin to tighten, John quickened
his pace. With one final push, he ground his hips against her as he came deep within her womb. His body convulsed in total satisfaction as he collapsed his weight on top of her. Instead of pushing him off, Gillian welcomed him by caressing his muscular back as every drop of semen filled her.

  "Mmm, kitten." John smiled, kissing her softly on the cheek as the sensations began to dissipate. "That was absolutely amazing. I think I'll keep you. Any objections?"

  Gillian softly chuckled as her eyes began to close on their own. She was suddenly so sleepy, and her tired body was fully immersed in a peaceful bliss. "Nope," she quietly whispered in response. "Who knows, Bear, maybe you'll fall in love with me."

  John raised his head to look at her lovely, delicate face. He was not surprised to see her eyes closed and her breathing becoming even. Placing a soft kiss on her lips, he whispered in Gaelic, "I already have, kitten." He then nuzzled close to her before falling into a deep, tranquil sleep himself.

  Chapter 8

  Tiptoeing into the bedroom, Gillian carried the large, silver tray of food. A smile touched her flawless face as her eyes found the gorgeous, British man lying on his stomach sound asleep in the king-sized bed. Setting the tray on the bedside table, she licked her lips as she climbed in beside him. Her body was still tingling from her night of delicious sex with John Kenric. After she had fallen asleep in his arms, he had wakened her once more in the early hours with his tongue between her legs. She had wanted John deep inside of her but was too sore to let him. Gillian lightly traced her fingers around the tattoos that marked John's muscular back and arms. She still could not believe that this man had come to France in order to get her back. Not only had he wanted to see her, but John wanted her to move in with him and start a relationship. Truth be told, Gillian was still having trouble wrapping her mind around the thought of living with John, but she was going to push her worries aside and trust him. Gillian would feel so much more secure if John loved her, but maybe that would come in time.

  Straddling one of the Brit's brawny, powerful thighs, Gillian pulled back the covers to expose his tight, tanned backside. Her throat went dry when her fingers trailed the muscular lines of his sexy ass. The billionaire didn't have an ounce of fat on his body. She had struggled to get out from under him this morning to make breakfast. Initially, John had mumbled something in his sleep before pulling her even closer to him. However, after sensing that he was back in a deep sleep, Gillian made her move. Now, here she sat with breakfast beside them on the nightstand, straddling her lover. Because she wanted to, Gillian bent her head down and placed petal soft kisses on his ass and up his spine. Her warm, feminine core wept with arousal at her innocent actions. How could her pussy be so wet when it felt so well used? She knew the answer, she thought with a giggle. John Kenric was turning her into a raging nymphomaniac!

  Beginning to stir slightly, the Brit opened one chestnut eye and inhaled deeply. John could not believe how soundly he had slept, but then again, he had not slept since Gillian had left his home. A smile crossed his face when he felt the stunning American pressed to his back and placing kisses along his huge, broad shoulders. She smelled wonderful! John loved the way his kitten took care of him. He had never relinquished control during sex to anyone, but last night, he had allowed Gillian to make love to him. His woman was so soft, sensuous, and loving. John's body was still on overload from last night, and as her breasts rubbed his back again, his cock immediately hardened. Maybe his kitten was ready for a morning tumble. He definitely was!

  In one quick motion, John had Gillian rolled under him and her legs spread apart. His lips softly and passionately tasted hers before he pulled back and flashed dimples at her, saying, "Kitten, you look good enough to eat this morning, and I am starving."

  Sliding the sole of one foot down a meaty calf, she seductively wrapped her arms around his neck. "Well, then it's a good thing I made some breakfast. I can't have my Pooh Bear going hungry. What exactly would you like to start with?"

  John propped himself up and looked down between their bodies at her beautiful, damp pussy. His mouth literally watered at the sight of the tempting fruit. Looking back into her emerald eyes, John's voice was smoky and deep as he said, "That sweet cunt looks very appetizing. I think I'll start there."

  "Woah there, cowboy." Gillian smiled as she cupped his face in her hands. "That will have to wait, Bear. Let's start with some steak and eggs."

  "I don't want to wait," John growled at her ear before he trailed kisses down her jaw to her mouth.

  But before the Brit could capture her mouth, she put her finger to his lips. "You have to, baby," Gillian said softly as she began chewing on her bottom lip, slightly embarrassed as she looked away for a moment. "I'm kind of…sore…this morning."

  John swallowed hard as he clenched his jaw shut. The vein in his neck pulsed as he fought for control of his emotions. He wanted Gillian this morning, but there was no way in hell that he would ever hurt her. Cracking his neck, he took a deep breath as he opened his eyes. When he found her emerald eyes watching him, he felt his heart immediately melt. With a chuckle, he said, "Then we stop, kitten." In another swift motion, he rolled back over to where she was straddling his waist. Smacking her soundly on one bare ass cheek, he barked, "Now feed me some food, woman. Your man is hungry."

  "Damn bossy Brit," Gillian muttered with a smile as she reached over to grab the tray of food off the nightstand. She cried out as John tweaked one pert nipple and chuckled. "You're going to make me drop the food all over you, Bear." The beautiful American pouted as John began to massage her breast. As his eyes smoldered with lust, Gillian felt her pussy begin to weep. When she felt his hands trail down the sides of her waist and grip her bottom, she tapped the center of his chest. "Behave, Bear. I know what you're thinking, and although I want to, I don't think I can."

  John cupped her cheeks and brought her head down for a sloppy, wet kiss. When he broke the kiss, the Brit stroked her jawline with his thumbs as he intently searched her eyes. "Did I hurt you last night, kitten?"

  "You didn't hurt me, Bear," Gillian said sincerely before kissing him lightly on the lips. When she raised up, there was a smile on her full, pink lips. "You're lovemaking is just a little…intense." When he raised a dark brow at her, Gillian put her hands on his chest. "Don't get me wrong, I love how intense it is. Sex is just something that I hadn't done much…before you, I mean. There will be plenty of time in the coming weeks for you to ravage me, Mr. Kenric. Now, enough sex talk, Bear. I want you to eat. To keep up with me, you are going to need your nourishment."

  John smiled affectionately at Gillian as he watched her pour him a glass of orange juice and hand it to him. After he took a drink, she began feeding him the food. He moaned at the way the steak melted in his mouth. Swallowing the bite in his mouth, John asked, "The steak is absolutely delicious, kitten. Did you cook it?"

  "Why, yes, I did. I'm glad you like it." Gillian grinned proudly as she fed him the next bite. "I think the staff here will be glad to see me go. Word on the street is I won't let them do their jobs. I won't even let them cook for me."

  "They'll get used to it. They got used to Pat."

  "Patrick cooks?" Gillian asked in surprise, unable to picture the gorgeous, Irish giant in an apron. "Is he any good?"

  "Pat's very good, actually. Of course, he had to learn to cook out of necessity, growing up. After leaving the orphanage, we lived together on the streets with an occasional roof over our heads. He was the cook, and I took care of our living arrangements."

  "Wait just a minute, Bear. You are telling me that Mr. King of the Underworld, owner and operator of a multi-billion-dollar company, was once a domestic engineer? No way!"

  John couldn't help but smile at Gillian's laughter. Pretending to be indignant, he said, "And just what is so funny, kitten? I could Hoover the hell out of a floor!"

  "John Kenric!" Gillian wailed in laughter. "How many floors have you Hoovered, exactly? Something tells me that you have always had a knack fo
r getting others to do your bidding. As beautiful as you and Patrick are, I'm sure women have always fallen at your feet. You both can be very charming when need be."

  The British billionaire chuckled at his kitten. His woman didn't know how right she was. Even as a young lad, John and Patrick had never had a problem getting women to take care of their needs, and not just the sexual ones. "I may have been able to get some help from the ladies."

  "Help, huh? You sticking with that lie?" the American asked as she continued to feed the Brit. John was even more beautiful when he was relaxed and letting down his guard. "Just how old were you when you lost your virginity? If I had to guess, I would say fifteen."

  "Very close, kitten. I was fourteen, and the lovely Hadley was thirty."

  "You slept with a grown woman? But you were just a child!"

  "But she didn't know that," John interjected, swallowing another bite of the food. "I always appeared older than I was, and she couldn't resist the Kenric charm. I might have lied and told her I was nineteen. Either way, that was a long time ago."

  "She must have been someone special, though, for you to remember her name after all these years. Did she know you were a virgin?"

  "No, she didn't," John added as he took another drink of his juice. "As for being someone special, it's not what you're thinking. Hadley wasn't a girlfriend or mistress. Pat and I had taken some property back from a local mobster who had actually stolen it from us. One of his thugs caught us crawling out a window and shot at us. One of the bullets lodged in my shoulder, and I was bleeding rather profusely. As we ran, fate bumped us into Hadley who just so happened to be an ER nurse. She patched me up and took us in for a bit, at least until we took care of the mobster. When Pat and I began to amass our fortune a couple years later, we tried to find her and repay her for her kindness, but she unfortunately had been killed in a bus accident."