The Seduction 4
Part 4 of a filthy,
seductive new serial
by Roxy Sloane
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Copyright 2014 Roxy Sloane
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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You want to know how a woman tastes when she comes?
Delicious.
Don’t give me that bullshit about lockjaw. Those guys who can’t deal with going down on a woman, they’re the pussies. A real man gives as good as he gets, and you can be sure that if I’ve been thrusting my cock into a pair of tight, wet lips, I’m going to be doing the same damn thing with my tongue soon enough.
And I’m not talking about her mouth.
Yeah, there’s an art to making a woman scream the fucking house down, and I’m the master. The Michaelangelo of eating pussy. See, you’ve got to make her beg for it, tease her clit with soft, slow licks, find the rhythm, never once let up. Probe into her cunt to taste all that sweetness, and don’t think that’s all it’s going to take. Your fingers are welcome to that slick, juicy party.
Hell, they’re the guests of finger-fucking honor.
Feel the way she bears down on you when you slide them in just right? That’s it. She’s getting closer. Grinding against your hand, clenching your head in her thighs so tight she could cut off air supply. But you don’t give her what she wants, not just yet. Hold her down and take it slow. Better yet, tie her to the bed while you torment her with more of those long, slow licks, another deep, sliding plunge inside.
Feels good, doesn’t it? Making her beg, feeling her body shudder at your command. Yeah, there’s nothing submissive about being down there between her thighs. You’re the one in control now.
And when she’s desperate, writhing and mewling, cursing your name and demanding you just throw her down and fuck her already? That’s when you finally give her what she needs. Thrust your fingers deeper, stretch that tight little pussy all the way. Devour her clit, suck it hard and keep on sucking. Don’t let up, don’t show her mercy, and soon enough she’ll comes screaming like she just saw God.
Because if she looked down, she just did.
That’s the moment that turns me on every time. Feeling her cunt clench around me, that hot rush of sweetness. When she’s gone, out of fucking control, and I’m the only one who got her there.
Yeah, I’ve tasted some sweet pussies in my time. But nothing has ever been as good at her.
Keely Fawes.
That woman can undo me like no one else. The feel of her luscious body, the friction of my cock buried deep inside her tight, wet cunt. But more than that, it’s the way she looks when she’s falling over the edge, the shock of her surrender as her body unravels, the ecstasy on that beautiful face. It hits me every time.
She was supposed to be just another job: a random girl to fuck, at my client’s command. But she played hard to get; she demanded more from me than just a night of cheap sex. She wanted to see who I really was behind all the expensive suits and dirty talk. She trusted me when she had no reason. She saw the good in me, the man I could have been in another life, under different circumstance. And dammit, if I didn’t let my defenses crack.
One tiny hairline fracture, and it shattered my whole world.
I swore I would use her as revenge, but she’s the one who destroyed me in the end. She found out I was hired to seduce her; now she’s shut me out, sent me away for good, but I can’t forget her.
I won’t just walk away.
She’s in danger and I have to protect her. I have to make her see I’ve changed. All for her.
Even if I die trying.
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KEELY
“If we move the Jurgen meeting to Thursday, can you get those notes typed up and filed ASAP? And tell my three o’clock I need to move him to five. Oh, and call Miami and tell them maybe on the new project, but I need to see the projections again.”
“...Projections... Got it.” My assistant, Sandra, scribbles quickly in her notebook. “Can I get you anything. Water, aspirin?” She frowns at me, concerned. “You should really be taking it easy, after what happened.”
“I’m fine,” I protest. “The doctors gave me the all-clear days ago. Just a few bruises. Tell her, Cam,” I add, seeing my second-in-command enter my office.
Cam laughs, answering with a faint Scottish accent. “It’ll take more than a tumble to dent this one,” he reassures Sandra with a charming grin. “She’s made of sterner stuff.”
Sandra doesn’t look convinced. “That hotel should be sued,” she says, “Leaving wet stairs with no signs. It’s a wonder you didn’t kill yourself, slipping like that.”
Cam and I exchange a look. The truth is, it wasn’t water that sent me tumbling down a steep flight of concrete steps. But until we know who pushed me that night, we’re sticking to our story. Things are bad enough with the press without them knowing there’s someone out to hurt me.
Not that my unnamed assailant did the real damage that night. A fractured rib and minor concussion was nothing compared to the agony of my broken heart.
Even now, I feel a shock of pain just thinking about him. Vaughn. I still can’t believe the man I trusted was actually a paid employee of my rival, Brent, hired to seduce me. But I had no choice but to accept the truth -- especially with the evidence right there in front of me in the grainy security footage of our very own sex tape. Brent wanted to use the video to force me out of the company, but I called his bluff and refused to resign.
I haven’t heard from him since, but I’m not so foolish to think he’s given up on replacing me yet.
“She’s right,” Cam says, as soon as Sandra leaves.
“Not you too,” I sigh. “I told you both, I feel fine. A couple of days cooped up in that hospital room was more than enough. I have a company to run, remember?”