Page 38 of The FBI Agents Who Stole Me

Driving into her with every ounce of force I have, I come with a low groan, thick pulses of cum flooding her. I don’t stop moving. I grind deep, pushing it further inside her while pleasure crashes though me.

“I have to fill you up first so I can make sure my seed stays,” I say in between my gasps for breath. “You’ll take me better if you orgasm with my cum already inside. Daddy’s filling you up now.”

My hot seed jets out in one final jerk, until there’s nothing left. And she stays still. I know she’s holding back, my perfect Ettie. She listens so well when I get her out of her head.

“Let me feel you. When you pulse full of my cum, it will make it go deeper. Help get you pregnant.”

She locks up instantly, and her eyes fix on mine, and she comes with a gasping scream. Her pussy clamps down so tight it almost hurts, pulsing violently around me as she squirts, soaking my cock, my stomach, the table beneath us. I fuck her through every wave, growling praise against her skin.

“My perfect little doll…”

Another rush of heat rolls down my spine, and I’m coming again before I’ve hardly even finished the first time, slamming deep and pumping more cum into her already-flooded pussy. I drain rope after thick rope deep inside her. I want her messy with me. I want her marked from the inside out.

For several long heartbeats, the only sounds are our ragged breathing and the drip of our combined mess hitting the floor.

I ease out carefully. She whimpers at the loss. I kiss her slow and sweet, brushing my lips across her forehead, her eyelids, and the tip of her nose.

“Stay right here.”

I grab two clean dish towels and roll them up, shoving them under her ass to keep her hips tilted.

“Julian, what are you…”

My thumb gathers the cum that is seeping out of her, and I shove as much as I can back inside.

“You can’t waste it, Ettie,” I tell her, eyes on where my thumb is plugged inside her pretty, swollen pussy lips. “I’ll get you a proper plug soon, but for now this will do.”

“Julian, we can’t. I’m on the pill,” she says.

She hasn’t told me to stop though.

I look up at her. Hold her gaze. “Stop taking it.”

She sucks in her breath. “What?”

“Have you taken it since you’ve been at the cabin?”

Pupils flare dark when she realizes she hasn’t.

“Oh, shit, Julian. I wasn’t thinking. I have an extra pack in my go bag.”

I stay silent and use a clean towel to swipe up the mess between her legs.

When she’s clean enough, I lift her off the counter, cradle her against my chest, and carry her straight to the bedroom. She wraps her arms around my neck. My girl is strong as hell. She’s a force to be reckoned with until I make her come undone for me.

I lay her down on the cool sheets, crawl in beside her, and pull her into me. We’re still sticky, and I don’t care. She’s too tired to shower, and I’m not letting her go anyway.

Her heart beats against mine. Our legs tangle, and my hand strokes slow circles on her back.

“You okay?” I say into her hair.

She nods against my jaw. “Yeah.”

I tip her chin up so I can see her eyes. “I love you, Ettie. More than my own breath. You know that, right?”

Her bottom lip quivers. She buries her face in my neck and nods again.

“I know.”