Page 53 of The FBI Agents Who Stole Me

He spits right onto my tongue. Twice. “Open wider for me, babydoll. I want to see it slide down that pretty throat.”

I part my lips wide, tongue flat, and swallow.

He feeds his cock past my lips in one long, slow push until the head nudges the back of my mouth.

I gag around him, tears springing to my eyes, but he doesn’t pull away. He stays right there, stroking my cheek with his thumb like he’s memorizing how beautiful I look stretched around him.

“Fuck, Ettie. You feel like heaven. You’re taking me so perfectly, like you were made for this. Made for me.”

He rocks into my mouth in deep, steady strokes.

My mouth works around him, spasming. Drool spills from the corners of my lips and drips down my chin, but he groans like it’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen.

“You need my cum, don’t you, baby? You can have it. Suck me good, and it’s all yours. You can do it. You always take daddy so well,” he purrs.

The praise makes me dizzy with want. I hollow my cheeks and suck harder. My eyes water and my lips swell, but I keep going because I need to be good for him.

“Kiss it and suck my balls, babydoll. Show me how much you love me.”

I give him sweet kisses trailing under his shaft before I take his heavy sack into my mouth, sucking gently while I stare up at him. His blue eyes are soft and burning at the same time.

“Good girl.” His finger traces my bottom lip with deliberate pressure, lingering just long enough that I feel the slickness he leaves behind. His gaze never leaves mine, daring me to react.

“Now suck like you mean it. Daddy is going to have to be rough now. But you’ll take it for me, won’t you? I have little control when you are so good on your knees.”

He slides back in, deeper this time, until my nose is pressed to the coarse hair at his base. I can’t breathe, but his hands cradle my head, and I trust him enough to let him use me this way. He holds me there, hips rocking in and out so I feel every thick inch stretching my throat.

When he finally lets me up for air, I’m gasping, coughing, and strings of spit trail from my mouth to his cock. He doesn’t give me long to catch my breath, but his voice is pure worship.

“Play with yourself. You must be aching between your thighs. Come with your mouth around me.”

I nod and swallow him down again.

My fingers find my soaked slit, and I whine when I touch my sensitive clit. I’m so gone for him it only takes me half a second before I shove three fingers inside and I come, moaning around his length.

The cries from my orgasm are making him feral. He fists my hair with both hands now and starts fucking my face rough. I’m soaked through my panties, throbbing in time with every thrust that forces my jaw to open wider.

“Gonna come all over this pretty face,” he groans, voice breaking.

I moan around him again, and he curses softly, pulling out with a wet pop. His hand flies to his shaft, stroking himself fast and rough right in front of my face.

“Open wider. Tongue out. Eyes on me. You look so beautiful when I give you what you need.”

His abs tighten. His thighs shake. A rough groan rips out of him.

The first hot stripe lands across my cheek, thick and heavy. The second hits my lips, dripping down my chin. The third lashes over my nose and forehead. He keeps coming. Pulse after pulse he paints me like he promised, until my face is a mess of white ropes and spit, dripping onto my tits, soaking through the T-shirt.

He milks the last drops onto my waiting tongue then smears the head of his cock through the mess on my cheek, rubbing it in like lotion.

“Fucking mine,” he says, and it’s almost like he’s making a declaration.

A faint scrape sounds near the hallway.

For one stupid second, I assume Jasper has knocked into something again.

Movement makes me turn my head.

Elliot is standing there.