Page 51 of Kept By The Agents

My hands gripped the arms of the chair, holding on for dear life as she blew me. She was so fucking good at it, too. Her tongue swirled around my tip when she pulled back before plunging back down again until I could feel the back of her throat. My balls tightened and I knew it was coming. I tried to warn her, but all that came out was a garbled mess of words.

She didn't stop though. Instead, she sped up, taking me faster and faster until I exploded in her mouth. I grabbed her hair, stilling her around my cock.

"Open your mouth when you slide it off my cock."

Her eyes widened and she gave a slight shake of her head. She blinked quickly when I squeezed the hair fisted in my hand.

"Do it."

She withdrew her mouth from my flesh and her eyes searched my face as she sat back on her heels. She hadn't swallowed yet, and she was contemplating my request with my cum sitting in her mouth. It was so fucking sexy.

I didn't repeat my order, just waited for her to come to the decision on her own.

After what seemed like forever, she opened her mouth. Her tongue was coated with my cum. It was clear by the look on her face that she didn't know why I was asking her to do this. "That's a good little princess," I murmured. "Now swallow." She obeyed, swallowing every drop of my cum, licking her lips as she stared up at me from beneath her eyelashes. The sight made my cock throb.

"Damn," I groaned. Reaching down, I undid the laces on my boots, then toed them off one by one. My eyes were still on her as she sat there on her knees, waiting to see what I'd do. This was a side I hadn't expected from her. I knew for a fact that she hadn't been this submissive with Weaver. I had it on camera.

I shoved my jeans down as I stood, and ripped my shirt off over my head. There were too many fucking clothes between the two of us. Grabbing her by the arm, I helped her stand. "What next, Cat?"

Her cheeks heated as her eyes flashed to the table. Weaver had eaten that pretty little pussy last night and again this morning for breakfast.

"That's right," I taunted. "Why don't you hop up."

She hesitated when we stopped next to the table. She was second guessing herself again. It was because I kept reminding her of what she did with Weaver this morning. Reminding her that she had already been with him. Even if it made this harder on her, I wasn't going to stop. She needed to remember him. To eventually know that if she wanted a relationship with one of us, she got all of us.

When she didn't move fast enough, I gripped her hips and all but tossed her up onto the wooden surface. Her gasp was loud as I grabbed the neckline of her shirt and ripped it down the middle.

"What the hell are you doing?" she cried, looking down at the tatters of her shirt.

I didn't care. I'd gotten what I wanted. My hands were already cupping her breasts. "You won't be needing that anymore," I murmured. She wasn't wearing a bra and I thanked my fucking lucky stars for it. One less thing to shred from her luscious body.

Her head fell back as I pinched her nipples, twisting them between my thumbs and forefingers. She arched into my touch, whimpering when I released them to release the button on her jeans. She lifted her hips so I could shove them down her legs.

"No panties either?" I asked as I tossed them over my shoulder. "You really are a naughty little princess."

She gasped when my fingers found her clit. Her eyes were wide as they met mine and I watched her face as I slid two fingers deep inside her pussy. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as I pumped in and out of her hot cunt. "You're so goddamn tight," I growled. Shaking my head, I reminded myself to follow the show they'd put on earlier. Squatting, I buried my face between her thighs. She smelled so damn good, my mouth was all but watering.

I sucked hard on her clit, then swirled my tongue around the sensitive nub before sucking again. Her hips bucked against me, but I held her steady with one hand over her hip. The other was busy pumping inside her pussy.

She was close, so fucking close, but she needed more. I pulled away from her clit and added another finger to the two already buried inside her cunt. She cried out as I pumped harder into her, stretching her pussy wide open for me. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her when I fucked her.

"Please!" she cried out.

I pressed my face against her sweet little pussy again, licking and sucking until she screamed my name as she came hard on my fingers. I laughed as I stood up and wiped her juices from my chin with the back of my hand. "You want my cock, Princess?" It was already hard again. Had been for some time now.

Her eyes fluttered open and she looked like she wanted to speak, but couldn't quite form the words. She settled for a nod.

Chuckling again, I grasped her hips and flipped her onto her stomach. I was deviating. Weaver had stepped between her thighs and fucked her on her back. I wanted her to remember me, too, though.

She moaned and looked at me over her shoulder. Despite her orgasm, there was a desperate look in her eyes.

"You like giving up control?" I asked.

She hesitated, then her eyes swept downward and she nodded. She was going to get everything she needed with us. It'd been easy to see she'd enjoyed asserting herself over Weaver. But with me? There'd be no fucking topping me. Suave might be willing to let her switch hit every once in a while with him, but most of the time he'd be taking control of her as well.

"You want this?"

She laid her cheek down on the table, giving in. Giving permission. Maybe not vocally, but she shifted her hips, waving that curvy ass at me in invitation.

---