Con Man

by Amy Brent

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Description

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Epilogue

  Bonus: Show Stopper

  Bonus: No Limits

  Preview: Single Dad’s Christmas Present

  Bonus: My Best Friend’s Dad

  Preview: Club Desire

  More Steamy Romance by Amy Brent

  Con Man

  A Bad Boy Second Chance Romance

  by

  Amy Brent

  Copyright © 2017

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.

  This is a work of fiction. While, as in all fiction, the literary perceptions and insights are based on life experiences and conclusions drawn from research, all names, characters, places and specific instances are products of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously. No actual reference to any real person, living or dead, is intended or inferred.

  Description

  I am a con man, I don’t do relationships, I don’t do love.

  I am not a nice guy, I don’t wanna be.

  I just do my thing – con rich women, make them fall in love with me,

  And then…I become history for one woman and future for another.

  I’ve been living this way for the past so many years,

  And loving it too.

  Until, Olivia Hart happens to me – again!

  I cannot fall in love.

  But I give in.

  Alright, what’s wrong with only once…

  I’ll keep it purely physical.

  I just want to taste that body… the body she denied me in high school.

  But then, old flames reignite and things start looking up for me.

  Until….

  I realize Olivia is the private investigator hired to catch me.

  How did I not see it coming?

  She is conning the con man,

  But what she doesn’t know is that

  The story has just begun!

  Chapter 1

  Wesley

  “Holy fuck,” she moaned. “Lick that pussy, you bad, bad boy.”

  I felt Destiny’s fingertips curl around the tendrils of my hair. Her pussy lips were dripping all over my face while my tongue lapped up her silky juices. Her toned legs locked around my head, pulling me closer while she writhed in her bed. The sheets were covered in our sweat while my hands held her hips to the bed, but the moment her pussy began to clamp down, I pulled away.

  “No,” she groaned in protest. “Fuck. Alex, what are you doing?”

  I grinned at the use of my fake name as it sprang from her lips. It was something that always got me off, and it caused my cock to drip onto her bed. Using fake names was a way I got around things, and I always took pride in knowing I could sell my story enough for a woman to moan it in bed. I worked hard on the covers I created, and this con had me running around for weeks. It had taken me much longer than I thought to snake my way into this woman’s home, but I could tell by the way she looked that she had money.

  Destiny’s breasts were fake. I could tell the moment I saw her. Her lips were blown up with injections, and her face didn’t move because of the Botox she’d had recently. Her tits were always shaped in the perfect way that made me squirm. Women who invested into themselves the way Destiny did always had plenty of money lying around. I knew I could give her what she wanted before taking what I was after, but that meant I couldn’t enjoy the body she’d invested so heavily into before I left.

  “Oh, sweetheart,” I said. “It’s not gonna be that easy. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be crying with ecstasy.”

  Sure, I knew it was risky hooking up in my hometown. While Malibu was expansive, the high-end community was not. The one thing rich women did more than plastic surgery was gossip, which meant I was risking my entire cover, simply by being with Destiny. This was the third time I was about to sink my dick between her legs, but I just couldn’t help myself.

  Pussy-tightening surgeries really worked if you found the right doctor, and it seemed like she had.

  I sat up and pulled her into my lap before I thrust my dick between her legs. Destiny rolled her head back, her long, blond hair tumbling down her back while her jaw unhinged in pleasure. I knew my dick could fill any woman’s needs, but I could only imagine what it felt like to a woman who’d just had her vagina reconstructed. Her walls were clamping down around my dick, holding it in a vice grip while her body shook on my lap. I leaned forward and drew a nipple between my teeth, biting it playfully just as she began to rock her hips.

  Then, that beautiful name that made me smirk tumbled from her lips again.

  “I’ve been such a bad girl, Alex. Teach me how to be better.”

  I pounded up into her hips while I buried my face in her tits. They smacked around my face while I smiled into her skin, feeling her juices dripping down my balls. The sloshing sound my dick made every time it slid out of her shivered my skin, and I rolled her over before I threw her legs over my shoulders. I thrust deeply into her, watching how she shook for me while I smirked at her from above.

  “Your pussy’s so tight. Tell the surgeon I said, ‘thank you.’”

  I snapped my hips against her hips, rendering her speechless as I felt her walls flutter around my cock again. Destiny’s eyes rolled into the back of her head while her hands came up to massage her tits, and I ripped myself from between her legs and watched the frustration barrel across her face.

  “What the fuck?” she breathed.

  “Not until I ruin that pussy again, Destiny. I’ll send you back to the surgeon after I’m done with you.”

  Destiny threw herself up to me and knocked me to the bed before she planted her knees on either side of my head. Before I could do anything, she sank her pussy onto my lips, stifling my moans before my tongue began its ministrations. Her body shivered and jolted with each flick my tongue gave her swollen clit, and my hands grasped her hips, urging her to move on my face.

  She rocked back and forth, my stubble raking across the insides of her thighs while my tongue slithered along her clit. I drank her down, gulping her juices before I slid out from underneath her. She fell to her hands and knees, trying to catch her breath as she trembled from the exertion of her denied orgasms. But the moment she felt my hand crack across her ass, she let out a squeal of excitement.

  “Oh, Alex. Punish me, you bad boy. Show me who’s the boss.”

  “I’m in control,” I said before I smacked her ass again. “You’ll come only when I say you will.”

  I grabbed her hips and jammed my cock back into her body be
fore I wrapped my hand up in the long tendrils of her fake blond hair. She moaned and quaked, bucking back into me with her hips while I slammed into her tight little pussy. Her juices dripped from my balls onto her bed, soaking the sheets she kneeled on while sweat dripped down my body. It ran down my shoulders before it left trails down the peaks and valleys of my chest. My washboard abs were covered in a sheen of sweat created by my own orgasm denial, but I knew I had to wear her out.

  If I wanted what I came here for, she needed to pass out after we had sex.

  “You like that? You like it when I fuck you like a ragdoll?”

  “Oh yes, Alex. Please don’t stop. Please let me come on that massive dick of yours.”

  I didn’t want to give it to her, not just yet. I released her hair and let her body fall to the bed while she shook with frustration. I leaned back onto my heels, panting for air while I surveyed her body. Then, I watched her roll over as tears glistened in her eyes. I knew what she wanted. I knew she wanted to come. I knew she was struggling, willing to beg for anything, do anything for me, just to get what she wanted.

  But, there was something I wanted first.

  “Lay your head off the bed,” I said.

  Without another word, Destiny shuffled herself along the bed. Her head was cranked back, hanging off the side while her hair dangled to the floor. I slid off the bed and walked over to her, bouncing my come-covered cock off the tip of her nose. Destiny wrapped her arms around my thighs, digging her fingernails in. It pulled a groan from my throat just before she planted a kiss to the inside of my leg.

  “Slide that dick down my throat, baby,” she moaned.

  I lined my cock up with her mouth and slowly slid it all the way to the back. I could feel my balls hanging low, dancing on her nose while her throat swallowed me whole. Her mouth was so warm, I thought I was going to blow my load right there, but I took a deep breath and played with Destiny’s lusciously fake tits as a distraction.

  She swallowed, causing my cock to twitch before I dropped my face to her nipples. I suckled her painfully pert nipples, jolting her body while my cock slammed into the back of her throat. My hips began to roll, sliding my dick across her tongue while she cleaned me up. I could feel her tongue wrapping around the head of my cock, and the moment she swallowed down my precome, I knew I was growing weak against her.

  I rolled my hips into her face while my lips kissed down her stomach. Her fingernails raked up my thighs, meaty and chiseled, before she found my ass. She dug them in, leaving crescents behind in her wake just as my tongue reached her clit. Then, she began to moan and beg with her mouth full while my tongue torturously dragged along her clit.

  “Please. Fuck, Alex. Oh, fuck.”

  “Don’t talk with your mouth full,” I mumbled into her pussy. “You might choke.”

  The whimper she let out caused me to smirk before I slowly picked up my pace. I could hear her sniffling. Her body was caving to me, just like I wanted. She was crying for release, unable to beg me because her mouth was stuffed full of my cock. My hands roamed around the backs of her thighs, parting her further so I could see all of her. The wet stain underneath her had grown to the size of her ass, and I grinned at my handiwork before I pulled her pussy lips apart.

  I peeled them back until Destiny’s clit bounced to life. It slipped from underneath its hood and she jumped, the cool air tingling her skin to a point where I could see it pucker. I reveled in the control I had as I continued to pump my dick down her throat. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as she sucked, hollowing out her cheeks before she swallowed all the spit that threatened to spill down her cheeks.

  Then, it was time for me to devour her.

  I raked my tongue along her exposed clit. I jammed my elbows into her inner legs so she couldn't close down around me, locking me in like I knew she loved. Her hands raked across my ass, pulling me deeper down her throat while she swallowed time and time again. Her throat felt better than her pussy. It massaged me in ways I hadn’t experienced with a woman in a long time, and for a moment, I felt myself falter.

  I wrapped my lips around her sweetly swollen clit and flicked it tirelessly, feeling her body jolt and bob underneath my assault. I pressed down into it, causing her to groan around my cock. Her hands fell away from my skin while my thrusting picked up, and soon, I was fucking her face while her hips were pounding into me.

  I flattened my tongue out around her entire pussy area, and she flew over the edge. Her hands raked down my lower back, leaving behind marks of broken skin while her throat pulsed around my cock. I drank her up, memorizing her smell while her pussy filled the bed with more juices she’d sleep in tonight. Her body quaked in my wake, relishing in the attention I was giving her pussy as I felt my own orgasm approach. My balls pulled up into my body, and my movements stilled. I shoved my dick down her throat, pouring each pump of come straight into her stomach before I slowly pulled myself from the depths of her throat.

  Then, I heard the sound I’d been waiting to hear for weeks.

  “Stay with me,” she said.

  I gave her pussy one last lick before I rolled off her. Her face was red, and I knew she’d be dizzy, which meant she’d fall asleep before I could get out of my bath. I helped her into bed and tucked her in and then kissed her forehead before I nuzzled my lips against the shell of her ear.

  “Let me get a quick shower, and I’ll hunker down with you. All right, beautiful?”

  “Sure,” she murmured.

  I smirked before I made my way to her bathroom. I gathered up my clothes and put them on while I ran the hot water in the background, sticking my head out only when I heard the sound of Destiny’s soft snores coming from the direction of the bed. I slid my arms through my suit jacket before I tied my shoes. Then, I made my way out of the bedroom and toward her purse.

  I dug for her wallet, opened it up, and took everything she had to take. Seven-hundred dollars in cash, plus all four of her credit cards.

  While I had scored better last month, I knew this wouldn’t be bad. I could withdraw all the money off her cards until they were maxed out, and then, I could toss them away before she woke up. I tossed my burner phone into the trash can so Destiny couldn’t call me when she woke up, and I headed down the street to the nearest ATM.

  Women like Destiny weren’t just insecure, they were typical. From the moment I’d first taken her out, I knew her PIN numbers would be her child’s birthday. It was always a weakness of mothers. Everything about them had to revolve around their children.

  Whether they dumped their kid’s asses in boarding school or not.

  It was the guilt, really, but I didn’t give a shit about wading through her psychological state any longer. I knew what I needed to get the money I wanted, and I maxed out all four of her credit cards before I tossed them in the trash.

  Now, I had to dye my hair back to its natural color. No use in acquiring all this money if I was going to get caught.

  Chapter 2

  Olivia

  My phone rang, and I picked it up off my desk. The paperwork I was having to get through was enough, but I knew the moment I held my phone to my ear, I’d get another case. I was one of the most prosperous private detectives in the city, but I kept my identity under wraps for various purposes. I never advertised my services, and I only allowed my clientele to reach me via personal references. I had specific business cards I gave out only to those who hired me for my services, and that was to cut down on people in the city knowing me.

  After all, I couldn’t do undercover work and stakeouts if everyone recognized me.

  I got my first taste of my skills when I pieced together that my father was cheating on my mother. I noticed his change in behavior and the odd lies he would always tell my mom. Time and time again, I’d tried to talk some sense into my mother. I’d tried to convince her to talk to him about it, to call him out on his shit. I wanted my mother to get her head out of the sand and understand the truth of her marriage.

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p; But, when my mother didn’t step up, I was the one who did. I followed my father around and listened in on his phone calls. I learned how to request data from his phone, like text messages and phone numbers he called. I eventually deduced that my father was, in fact, cheating on my mother, and then, I was the one who cornered him about it. After all my work, my mother still denied it, but eventually, my mother came to accept it for what it was.

  That’s why I only worked by private referral. People who came to me were already prepared to find the truth. They had already settled that fight in their minds, which meant finding out what was happening wouldn’t be like pulling teeth. I wouldn’t have to convince them something was going on because they already knew. Or, at the very least, suspected. This way, all I had to do was what I did best, stake out, follow, acquire information, and then place it in front of the client.

  It was easier that way, and it freed up a great deal of time to take on more clients than private detectives usually did at once.

  “Hello?” I asked.

  “Olivia. Oh, shit. You have to help me, please.”

  “Destiny? Wait, wait, wait, wait. Slow down. Just take a few deep breaths.”

  I heard my friend’s deep breathing on the phone in between her sniffles. What the fuck was going on to put her in this state? Destiny Smart was anything but a genius, but she did know when she’d been duped. Destiny had been my very first client. She’d come knocking on my door after I slipped a card to the crying woman in a restaurant after overhearing a conversation Destiny was having with her lunch date. I had sat with my back to Destiny in that restaurant while I listened to the woman cry over how she thought her husband was having an affair, and it had struck a delicate chord within me.