Page 27 of The FBI Agents Who Stole Me

My fingers slide in and out slowly. She pulses around me but hasn’t woken up. I scoop her juices out with my finger and fist my cock with her wetness.

She mumbles or moans, I’m not sure.

“Fuck. I have to be inside you.”

I scoot forward and slowly notch the head of my cock at her entrance.

She’s so wet, so ready even in sleep, that I sink in halfway with almost no resistance. I’m engulfed in her swollen heat. I freeze there, breathing hard through my nose, watching her face for any sign she’s waking.

She stays still, those short, shallow pants continuing like she’s dreaming something filthy.

I give one slow, deliberate roll of my hips and slide the rest of the way in.

When I bottom out, she sucks me in like a cock sleeve. I stay buried in her, grinding in deep circles. My thumb finds her clit again. Swollen and slippery and I pet it in lazy, barely there strokes while I stay seated inside her.

Her breath hitches.

I pull out halfway, slow, so slow it’s painful, watching the way her pussy clings, trying to keep my length, then I push back in just as carefully.

I want to feel every ripple, every involuntary squeeze.

My mouth covers her nipple, tongue circling once, then sucking gently while I keep that same measured rhythm.

Her back arches the tiniest bit off the mattress. A soft, sleepy sound slips out of her.

Her eyes flutter open.

For a second, she just blinks at me, hazy and unfocused, like she’s still not sure if this is a dream or reality. Then her gaze drops to where we’re joined, to my cock sliding in and out of her, glistening with everything we’ve already done.

Her whole body locks up.

“Wait,” she whispers.

I don’t.

I keep the same slow glide, thumb still circling her clit, watching her pupils blow wide even as her hands come up to push weakly at my chest.

“This was a mistake,” she says, louder now, panic creeping in.

Even with her weak protest she spreads her legs wider for me and puts a hand around the back of my neck.

“Might as well get another orgasm out of it. Right, kid?”

Lee laughs, and I love when I make her do that.

“You can be pissed at me later. But right now, I’m going to use this wet and sloppy pussy.”

My hands cage her in on either side of her head. I lean in so my lips brush her ear.

“You had so much cum sliding out of your cunt that I couldn’t keep my hands to myself.”

She tries to stifle a moan when I keep rocking into her.

“Elliot.”

Before she can give any more of an argument, I close my mouth over hers. She still tastes like vodka and my cum.

She’s close, so I break our kiss, wanting to watch her come on my cock.