The Seduction Page 7
Unable to lie to her British lover, Gillian searched his eyes a moment before softly saying, "I enjoyed being with Patrick, John, but I enjoy you much more. Although I don't know what you two have been saying, I know it's been about me. I don't want you angry at me, baby, but I also don't want you to fight because of me."
John knew that Gillian was telling him the truth. Although his interior being was dancing with pure, unadulterated joy at knowing she wanted him more, his exterior was calm and only a small smile touched his handsome face. Wanting to ease her fears, he slowly lowered her wet cunt down his engorged shaft. The two moaned in unison at the intensity of the pleasure as he buried the entire length in her core. The British man then gently cupped her face in his rough, scarred hands as he kissed her petal soft lips. As their tongues mated, John's cock began to grow even more in size as he tasted his seed on her mouth. He could not explain the heady feeling he got from this woman being in his arms.
Breaking the kiss, his hands roamed down her body and painfully gripped her large breasts. His blackened eyes found hers as he sincerely said, "I'm not angry at you, kitten, and the only thing you need to focus on right now is the pleasure that I plan on giving you." John then leaned forward to run his tongue up her long, porcelain neck before he pulled at her earlobe with his teeth. At her ear, he whispered huskily, "Ride my cock, kitten. Show me how much you want me."
A sultry, brilliant smile touched Gillian's full, red lips as she gripped John's hair painfully in her small hand before she clenched down hard on the walls of her pussy. She then ran her tongue over his lips as she slowly eased herself up his cock to where only the mushroom shaped head filled the entrance before she released the muscles and slid back down. She watched John's eyes close in luxurious torture and his head roll back as she repeated the same movements again.
She licked and nibbled on the pulse in his neck before trailing her lips to his ear. "How does that feel, baby?" Gillian whispered. She loved to watch his rock hard, abdominal muscles flex as she milked his cock with her cunt. John was the most handsome, erotic man Gillian had ever met. She giggled when she heard him growl between clenched teeth and spread her ass cheeks wide. "I like it when you growl like a bear, John. Maybe that's what I'll call you. Bear. Would you like that?"
The British billionaire slapped her ass painfully in response before he quickly changed their position so he lay on top of her on the plush, leather sofa. He couldn't take any more of her wonderful torment and was close to the most intense orgasm of his life. Bracing himself so he would not hurt her, John began to slowly pump himself inside of Gillian's slick, wet warmth. He caught her gasp of pleasure in his mouth as he kissed her passionately on the lips. Feeling his balls begin to seize up with an impending orgasm, his long, slender fingers traveled down her soft abdomen to grip her sensitive, engorged clit. As he massaged the hardened nub between his fingers, John then began fucking her at a maddening, erratic pace. Their sweaty, aroused bodies moved in unison as both moved toward the pinnacle of their sex. With one final push, John exploded deep within her core. An animalistic groan escaped his mouth as his sweet kitten ran her nails down his back and found her own pleasure. Gillian's body bucked and convulsed against his as her own orgasm wracked through her much smaller frame. Her pulsing cunt milked every last drop from John's softening cock as he kissed her swollen lips. He then buried his face in her neck, and just like the Irishman had done, he allowed himself to simply feel. For the first time in John's life, he felt all the tension drain from his body and a sense of contentment settle deep in his chest. He had never felt a sense of security in the arms of another woman, but somehow, he did with his American.
Gillian accepted all the British man's weight as she snuggled against him and lightly played with the ebony strands of his hair. She stifled a yawn as she felt his still embedded cock begin to soften. Her breathing evened as the heady sensation she achieved during her orgasm kept her floating above her body. She closed her eyes to prolong the euphoric feeling she felt in John's arms. If she wasn't careful, she just might fall in love with John Kenric. It was probably a good thing that she would be leaving in the morning, but if Gillian was being honest with herself, that thought caused a dull ache to form in the center of her chest. Not wanting to spoil the moment, she brushed aside the negative thoughts and focused on the complete sense of contentment she now felt in his arms. Surrounded by John's warmth and strength, Gillian found peace and quickly fell asleep.
Chapter 4
John pushed Gillian back against his bedroom door as he passionately kissed her lips and quickly discarded their clothes. Breaking the kiss, he picked her up, walked across the room, and gently threw her on the California king-sized bed. John couldn't wait to make love to this woman in his own bed. After fucking her at the party, the two had done it twice more during the limo ride home. He had hoped his need for the woman would decrease each time he took her, but quite the opposite had happened. John's need for Gillian had aggressively increased every time he had the pleasure of ejaculating into her tight, wet cunt. He couldn't understand what was happening to him. With other women, he quickly became bored after their first intimate encounter. However, with Gillian, he wanted to explore every inch of her body and take her pleasure to new heights. Even now, his heart skipped a beat as he looked at her delicious naked form sprawled out on his bed. Her long, porcelain legs were spread wide and she sat up on her elbows as her emerald eyes traveled over his large, muscular physique. His brown eyes blackened as hers feasted on his hardening cock and she chewed on her bottom lip. The woman literally took his breath away.
Grabbing her ankle, John dragged his kitten to the end of his bed as she giggled. He nuzzled his bearded faced against one toned calf before he began kissing a path toward her inner thigh. At her well-manicured mound, John gripped one large, pert breast in his hand before he ran his tongue up her wet cunt lips. Gillian cried out in pleasure as she gripped his wrist in one hand and his ebony hair in the other. The gorgeous British billionaire licked at her tight anal opening before he ran his tongue up her dripping wet folds once again. When a visible shiver coursed through her voluptuous frame, John looked at her and smiled before he ran kisses up her stomach, breasts, and neck. When his lips found hers, he positioned himself and slid his huge mushroom shaped head into the entrance of her pussy. He pulled it out momentarily to rub it against her engorged clit before plunging it back into her warmth. John pumped himself in and out of her pussy a moment before he pulled it out once again. This time, he positioned the head of his cock at her narrow, small anal opening. As he began to lightly push, Gillian immediately sat up.
"No, John!" Gillian breathlessly exclaimed as she sat up on the bed and tried to push him back. "We can't—"
Not allowing her to do so, John gripped the hand that was pushing at his chest in his. His eyes searched hers before she cast her eyes down. Interrupting her, he softly said, "Kitten, look at me, sweetheart." When her eyes met his, the breath caught in her throat at the soft smile playing on his lips. "I want to fuck your ass. Please let me. You'll like it, I promise."
"But…I…haven't…before," Gillian breathlessly responded as his free hand slid down her abdomen to slip into her warm, dripping core. Her body instantly began to respond to his caress as her hips began to undulate against his fingers. "Stop, dammit!" she cried out pleadingly as he began to nuzzle her neck and run his tongue along the pulse that beat there. She knew exactly what the Brit was trying to do, but if she was being honest, she was scared to try anal. She had heard from others how painful it was. What if it hurt and she disappointed John? He had brought her so much pleasure already and was clearly a skilled lover. What if he could do the same with anal sex? She had always wanted to try it, but did she dare?
"Let me fuck that delicious ass, kitten. It belongs to me," John again begged before biting her earlobe. "I won't hurt you, and all you need to do is use your safe word if, at any time, you want to stop. Let me inside all of you, kitten. Please."
His solid, muscular chest lay flush against the porcelain skin of her flawless back as he leaned over her beautiful body. Pushing aside her hair, he kissed her cheek and ear before he whispered, "I need you to try to relax now, kitten. It might be uncomfortable at first, but you will eventually get used to the sensation. Do you trust me?"
"I trust you, John," Gillian replied softly as she tried to do as he asked. Her head fell forward as he reached under her body and his fingers found her clit once again. The hot, salty liquid flooded his scarred hand as he began the slow, methodical torture. She felt him slide his wide cock in and out of her cunt folds to lubricate the enlarged skin. Telling herself to breathe, Gillian felt John place the head at the entrance of her anus. He stroked her clit with faster, erratic strokes as he slowly began to push his length into the tight anal opening. The uncomfortableness and pain she felt initially began to ease as he fully embedded his cock in her anus and stilled his movements. With one final stroke of his fingers, Gillian screamed out John's name as she came hard in his hand. Her pussy clenched and convulsed and she bucked against the Brit's body as she rode the wave of the orgasm.
John's head fell back in sweet ecstasy and sweat rolled down his face and chest as he fought for control of his emotions. Her tight little anus spasmed around his dick as it sat embedded in her cheeks. John grunted and growled as Gillian's body convulsed against him, the pleasure almost too intense as he tried to get her acclimated to the feel of him. He could not even begin to describe the feeling she was causing to course throughout his body. He knew anal sex would be unbelievable with Gillian, but this was beyond even his wildest dream. As her body began to relax from the intense, erotic orgasm he had just given her, John began to slowly slide his dick in and out of her. He pulled out to the corona of its large head before he eased himself back in. His balls slapped her clit with each light thrust.
A smile crossed John's face as Gillian purred and began to slowly meet his thrusts by pushing her hips back against his. Wanting to push her a little further, John wrapped her long ebony hair around one hand and jerked her back against his chest. His lips found her neck and the side of her face before he whispered, "Fuck, you feel amazing, kitten. Do you like my cock in your ass?" When she purred her response, John chuckled softly. "I'll take that as a yes. Do you want me to fuck you harder?"
"Please, John," Gillian begged as she rubbed her ass against his groin. The uncomfortableness and pain was now replaced by a slow, building pressure. "Fuck me hard. I need you."
Her last words were John's undoing. He roughly pushed her back on the bed before he began to ride his soft, sweet kitten's body harder and faster. He painfully gripped her hips as his balls rhythmically hit her clit over and over again. He almost shot his load when Gillian's hand reached under her body to massage his balls. The stunning American cried out in pain when he smacked her soundly on one ass cheek. "I told you no topping from the bottom, kitten," John growled as he slid in and out of her beautiful, tight ass. Needing to feel every inch of her, the Brit leaned over her body and gripped her breasts firmly in his hands. He then buried himself against her as he fucked her with hard, fast strokes. He felt her body convulse in another orgasm before he gave one last push and shot his load deep in her ass.
"Bloody hell!" John growled as the thick, ivory colored liquid filled her anal opening. He pulled his cock out of her as he continued to cum all over her cunt before milking the remaining liquid with his hand onto her porcelain ass cheeks. The orgasm was so intense that John found it difficult to breathe so he slid his receding cock back into her ass cheeks before nuzzling her back and neck. He lay on top of her for several moments before he was able to raise up and kiss her cheek. Realizing she was asleep, John carefully cradled her in his arms and slid her body under the covers. Watching her with male pride and dominance, he saw her snuggle under the covers and crinkle her nose before sighing softly.
Just as John walked away from Gillian and into the bathroom to clean himself up, Patrick walked into the bedroom and quietly closed the door. Making his way to the bed, his turquoise eyes roamed over the American's angelic, sleeping form. He watched the swell of her porcelain breasts rise and fall as she breathed lightly. The Irishman could not get over how stunning Gillian was. He had been livid at John for not allowing him to come inside of the good doctor. She had felt amazing and had fit his body perfectly. Patrick had wanted to beat the fuck out of John, but instead of doing that and scaring her, he had left the room and taken one of the guards' Escalade for a drive. He had fought with himself every second to come back and finish what he had started with Gillian. Patrick had actually been driving back to Kenric Manor to beat John's ass and take what he wanted from Gillian when the Brit had called him and told him to come join them. The Irishman had tried to stay away from Gillian but could not in the end. Now he wanted nothing more than to bury himself in her warmth, and that is exactly what he planned on doing.
Patrick began removing his shirt and vest as John walked out of the bathroom completely naked. As the Brit walked by the Irishman and sat on the edge of the bed, he said, "Glad you could join us, mate."
"You're letting her sleep? That's unlike you," Patrick said as he unbuttoned his pants and sat on the bed to remove his socks and shoes.
John's hand slid over the sheet where her wide, plump bottom lay. He couldn't wait to slip back inside of the soft mound again. His cock immediately began twitching at the thought. "I thought I would let her rest a minute. She clearly needed it," John softly replied without looking at his mate.
"Care to enlighten me about earlier, Johnny?" Patrick asked as his eyes met John's. He was still annoyed by the way John had treated him earlier. "We have shared multiple women over the years, mate, and you have never cared about how or where I come. What makes Gillian so special?"
John's eyes met Patrick's. "You tell me, mate. Clearly, you feel the same way as I do. I just choose not to fight it," he replied as he palmed one large breast. As she squirmed under his touch, a small smile touched her lips. "About earlier, I'm sorry, mate. I meant what I said, though, Pat. I have no problems sharing kitten with you, but the stipulations stand…at least for now."
"What the fuck is wrong with you, Johnny? You're talking to me as if I'm the fucking hired help! I'm your brother, boyo! You've never put stipulations on my relationship with a woman before, not even Pandora!" Patrick growled between clenched teeth as he stood at the end of the bed in just his unbuttoned pants. Running an agitated hand through his blond hair, he yelled, "You're bleeding all over her, mate! I don't even know who you are lately! You made a total eejit out of yourself at the party tonight by treating your precious kitten as if she was made of glass! People were trying to pay off the fucking staff to find out her name, for crying out loud! You know as well as I do that her picture and name will be all over the scandal columns tomorrow, not to mention the telly. S
he's not your girlfriend, Johnny! Hell, she's not even your fucking mistress! You need to distance yourself from her, mate, and soon. In the morning, Gillian leaves! I'll pack her damn bag myself!"
"I decide when kitten leaves, Pat, not you!" John raged as he jumped up and pushed the Irishman back slightly. Damn Patrick for voicing his inner turmoil! Gillian was turning out to be a weakness for him, and John Kenric had no weaknesses! "And I'll do whatever the fuck I want with her! Last I checked, I didn't need your fucking approval!"
Before the Irishman responded to John's words, movement from the king-sized bed had Patrick's agitated, turquoise eyes turning away for a moment. All anger was immediately replaced by total lust and raw desire as he feasted on the image before him. Gillian sat rubbing her tired, emerald eyes as her ebony hair cascaded down her face and over her shoulders. Her perfect, round breasts sat bare to him as the blankets fell to her waist. Her rose colored nipples were hard nubs and his mouth watered at the sight of them. Patrick did not understand the spell this woman had cast over him, but it was powerful.
Still rubbing her eyes, Gillian looked at the two men who stood half naked and proud beside the bed. She was sleeping so soundly, only to be awakened by what sounded like the men arguing. They looked as though they were ready to beat the hell out of someone. Had she done something to make them angry? "Is everything okay?" she asked before anxiously nibbling on her bottom lip. "I thought I heard yelling. You both look angry. Did something happen?"
John was touched by the concern he saw in the depths of her emerald eyes. This woman clearly put his needs before her own, and no one other than Pat had ever done that before. The anger he was feeling toward the Irishman was gone as he walked up to her on the bed and began stroking her cheek. "Everything is fine, kitten. Pat and I were involved in a rather heated discussion, but it's over now. It's nothing for you to concern yourself with."