Seduced by the Spy (Forbidden Confessions 6)

She rears back, her blue eyes turning startled and wide. “How?”

To answer that, I have to tell her things I’ve put in the mental box marked later. She’s not ready to hear that I’ve cased her house many times in the middle of the night to ensure her safety and that I often perused her e-reader to satisfy my curiosity before settling in to watch her sleep. For now, I reach along the side of the bed until I find my pants. With a deep rumble of laughter, I fasten my hands around the buckle and I pull the belt free. Before Vanessa can even guess my intent, I capture her wrists in my grip, wrap the leather around them, then secure her to her headboard.

Her eyes widen even more. Yeah, she could probably wriggle free, but the way her eyes dilate, her lips part, and her nipples harden tells me she’s aroused. Even better, her torso is now stretched above me, her gorgeous tits in my face.

“What do you think, little girl? Want to protest?” I taunt as I lick her nipples, biting at one, then the other, loving the catch in her breath.

“No.”

“Want me to stop?”

“No.”

“Good,” I whisper before I take her nipple in my mouth. “I wasn’t going to.”

Vanessa groans and wriggles on me. She’s fucking wet, and I can’t resist.

I slide my way up her body and align my cock against her pussy. Then I shove into her body as I push my way into her mouth.

In this position, she’s helpless to do anything except take whatever I give her. I’m conscious of a few things. First, she’s still so tight and she must be tender, so I’m insistent but not rough. Second, I’m still not wearing a condom. I have one in my pocket. But you know what? I don’t want it. Am I unconsciously hoping she’ll get pregnant so her father has less incentive to kill me? Maybe. But I also love the idea of starting a family with Vanessa. Everything is moving fast, but I’ve known how I feel for a while. Sounds like she has, too. Third, this is really turning her on. And anything that flips her switch arouses the fuck out of me. I don’t see a downside here.

I grip her hips and rock in and out of her, every move tugging on her wrists, bouncing her breasts as she twists above me. Her eyes slide shut. Her lips part. She melts for me.

I want to stay here—just like this—for the rest of my life.

Under her, I thrust up, a slow, steady rhythm that soon has her panting. I take a bobbing breast in my mouth and suck, swirling my tongue around her. Vanessa is every bit as sweet as she was the first time I made love to her. But she’s hardly passive. Her hips rock and swivel as she rises on her knees, then falls back onto my cock in long, increasingly frantic strokes.

Her hair falls around us like a cloud. As the sun begins to slant in, it lights her up. She looks like an angel…but she feels like a goddess. She’s perfect. And when the fire brewing in my balls swells and gathers, I know I can’t last.

I’ve got to fix that—fast.

“Stop,” I command, gripping her hips to stay her.

“Rush…” she whimpers.

“Do it, little girl.”

Reluctantly, she stills.

“Good. Now stand on your knees and rock your hips forward.”

She’s breathing hard and looks like she’s in pain, but she complies again. She really is a submissive little thing in the bedroom, and I’m going to have a shitload of fun with that later. But now, I have something beyond exciting to focus on.

Her pussy inches from my face.

With a hungry growl, I clasp her pert ass in my hands, then drag her up until her knees part around my ears. I swipe my tongue over her slick folds, then dip between them, where she’s syrup warm and all her secrets shimmer. She tastes like spun sugar with a hint of tart. Fuck, I can’t get enough of pure musky female honey on my tongue, but I sure as hell try as I suck her clit, lapping and lashing and loving it, like the animal she makes me.

“Rush!”

The way she cries my name, I know that’s not a plea to stop. So I keep assailing her most sensitive, tender flesh until she’s gasping, her back is arching, her thighs are trembling.

Perfect.

With one hand, I stroke my cock. With the other, I push her back down to it, angling it just right. “Bend your knees. Take me again.”

Immediately she pushes down—and gets a pussy full of me. In return, she rewards me with another pink-cheeked whimper.

Fuck, she’s gorgeous. And she’s about to come. I know it in the way she moves. I feel it in the way she tightens on me. I’m sure of it when she looks at me with heavy-lidded alarm, like the sensations are more than she knows how to handle.