Black Listed by Shelly Bell Read Free Book Online

savored. The fingers on her clit were a pale comparison to the visual, and she shook from the heat that flooded her body.
    Sawyer lowered his face between her curls and inhaled deeply, his eyes fluttering shut momentarily and strands of his blond hair tickling the inside of her thighs. She was desperate to feel his mouth on her, aching for his touch.
    And then she didn’t have to wait anymore.
    He parted her labia, and his head descended, his hot tongue running up her slit before lapping at her clitoris with the precision of an expert.
    She threw her head back against the books and covered her lips with her hand, muffling her cries of ecstasy.
    He stopped his ministrations, lifting his face from her pussy to look up at her. “Take that hand away from your fuckable mouth. Those noises you’re holding inside belong to me, and goddamn it, I want to hear them. Let me hear how much you like my tongue.”
    She gasped as he pushed a thick finger inside her and returned his tongue to the exact spot where she needed it. “Oh God. Yes.” Her muscles clenched as she approached climax. “I don’t like your tongue. I fucking love it.”
    â€œSo tight,” he murmured against her folds. “If I didn’t know better, I would think you haven’t been fucked in a while.”
    â€œI haven’t,” she whispered, too far gone to think about what she had admitted.
    He stilled. “How long? How long has it been since you’ve had anyone inside of you?”
    Panic clouded her thoughts. “I don’t—”
    â€œHow long?” he asked gruffly.
    â€œFour years.” She held his gaze, marveling at the intensity burning in them. “It’s been four years since I’ve had anyone or anything inside of me. No fingers. No tongue. No vibrator. No cock. No one since my husband.”
    He blew out a breath. “You’ve stayed faithful.”
    His body slackened. The lines of tension on his face disappeared, replaced by a slight grin. There was something dangerous about the way he looked at her, a spark of light in his eyes as if he had hope.
    Did he still love her? Or was he hoping to use her love for him against her?
    Either way, she couldn’t let him know how deeply she cared for him or what lengths she’d go to in order to keep him safe.
    â€œI’ve stayed faithful only because the opportunity never presented itself.”
    A crease between his brows formed. “If that’s what you tell yourself to sleep at night, go ahead and believe it. But you and I both know if you had wanted to get laid, you could’ve walked into any bar and picked someone up for the night.”
    She didn’t know how to respond. He was right. Sex had never been something she had to work hard at getting. That’s one of the reasons she had been successful as a con. She’d attracted both men and women since she first began using her sexuality as a tool at eighteen.
    â€œYou don’t know me, and I don’t know you. Tonight we’re two strangers without a past.” Unable to stop herself, she raked her fingers through his hair. “Please. Just let it go for one night.”
    He shuddered as if he was affected by her touch. “Just for tonight. But this conversation is far from over.” Shooting to his feet, he snatched her wrist away from his head and turned her around to face to bookcase. He snaked an arm around her middle and pushed on her back with his other until she was bent over, her hands braced on the shelves.
    A hard smack on her bare ass sent ripples of heat darting through her as she remembered the first time he’d spanked her. The way he’d bent her over the sink. The way he’d thrust into her from behind. He was truly re-creating that night.
    But for what purpose?
    She trembled at the telltale sound of the condom wrapper ripping and waited impatiently for his next move.
    â€œSorry.” Sawyer leaned over her,