Free Con Man: Complete Series Box Set: A Bad Boy Romance by M. S. Parker Page A

breathily.
    “Probably in a few minutes.” I stopped my ministrations just long enough to get the phrase out before returning to my sweet torture.
    I worked my tongue around his shaft, teasing him with varying pressure before hollowing my cheeks and sucking hard. He hissed as my teeth lightly touched him.
    “Damn,” he growled. “Want you.”
    I winked at him but didn't remove my mouth as I moved my head up and down over him until I managed to take all of him, my nose brushing against the dark curls at the base. I glanced up to see his mouth hanging slightly open and listened to his inhales coming in as short, desperate little pants.
    “I’m close,” he rasped, gripping my hair. “I’m gonna–”
    I pulled away abruptly, his cock bobbing back up to slap against his stomach.
    “Not yet,” I insisted as I got to my feet. I looked down at myself, then back up at him. “I think I’m a bit overdressed.”
    “And I think I agree.”
    The next thing I knew, his hands were at my bra. He unclasped it with one hand even as his mouth came down on mine. I took a moment to be impressed, and then his tongue was sliding between my lips. Our tongues battled for dominance, and he slid a hand up my side and around to grasp my breast. His touch was just rough enough to have me moaning.
    By the time he pulled away and gave me a hooded look, my pulse was racing. “Which door leads to the bedroom?”
    I pointed, and he swept me up into his arms. It was more thrilling than romantic, but I'd never been with a man tall enough to manage it before. In a few feet, we reached my room, and he tossed me on the bed.
    I laughed, but before I could right myself, he was peeling off his boxers. He'd been impressive before, but now, somehow, he seemed even larger.
    I tried to sit up and take control again, but he moved over me, raising an eyebrow as he slid down my body, nipping lightly at my skin until he reached my bellybutton. He tugged down the side zipper of my skirt, then pulled it and my panties off at the same time.
    His eyes were almost black as he settled between my legs. He muttered a curse, then brought his mouth to my lower lips. Tongue wet, he parted my folds, and I was in heaven. He found my clit fairly quickly, dancing around it in long, languid strokes while one of his fingers circled around my entrance.
    “So good,” I murmured.
    A new sort of tension began building inside me, the good kind that would explode into a release of pleasure. Then he did something with his tongue that made my eyes cross.
    “Where did you learn that?” I managed to gasp out the question.
    Apparently he decided he didn’t need to answer with words. Instead, he flicked his tongue upwards over the oh-so-sensitive bundle of nerves. It was quick, but my body responded like he had shocked me. I felt him chuckle, the vibrations making me gasp, then cry out as he flicked his tongue against me a few more times. My thighs tightened involuntarily against the sides of his head.
    He laughed, apparently enjoying my reaction as much as I was enjoying what he was doing. Some men performed oral sex like it was a chore, something that needed to be done to get ready for the main event. Not him.
    My hand landed on the back of his head, fingers buried in his hair. I rocked my hips against his mouth, spearing myself on his oh-so-talented tongue. To his credit, he let me ride his face, use him until the building pleasure and pressure inside me snapped, and I let out a keening wail, head thrown back in utter abandon. He let me finish, his tongue moving slowly over me, drawing out my pleasure until all my muscles went wonderfully limp.
    Oh yes, this was exactly what I’d needed.
    When I opened my eyes, Cameron had found the condom in my nightstand drawer and was rolling it on. A moment later, he was crawling up my body. I was all too willing to let him position me how he needed as he gripped his sizable length and lined it up with my very wet, very ready entrance. He