Page 57 of The Spy Ring

“Is that what you want, Tiffany? You want me to shove my cock down your throat?” he asked and when I lifted my eyes to his, they were round and darker than I had ever seen.

With much reluctance, I took him from my lips. “Yes. Please.”

His closed his eyes and a visible shiver ran down his body. When he gazed at me again, something had changed. He pushed me back so I was lying on the bed, and he pinned me in place by putting either knee by each of my shoulders.

Jagger stroked his cock and brushed my lips with his tip. He paused just before he pushed himself inside my mouth. “If you need me to stop, just pinch my thigh and I’ll immediately get off you.”

I nodded and flicked my tongue out to give him a quick lick.

“You are so fucking sexy, Tiffany.”

His cock entered my mouth slowly and I realized he was taking it easy on me. I reached my hand up and realized I couldn’t do much by the way he had his legs on either side of me. But I managed to slide my fingers around his balls and just a little back so I could press the precise spot I knew he would enjoy.

It worked, and he jerked into my face. My eyes began to water with his cock pushed farther down my throat.

“I’m not going to last much longer,” he said, which I already knew. His cock thickened in my mouth and it was time to show him how much I was enjoying this.

I pinched his thigh and he pulled back, but just before he could move completely away, I sat up and wrapped my hand around his hard cock, stroking. My face was right there and when he mumbled he was coming, I opened my mouth, sticking out my tongue.

I gazed up to watch his glassy eyes with his mouth hanging open as his cum squirted onto my lips, my tongue, and deep into my mouth.

Smiling when the last drop was spent, I swiped my tongue around my mouth. As much as I enjoyed that, my body was still humming and fully heated with what had happened. I expected Jagger to fall back on the bed, exhausted with what we did.

But that’s not what happened. He crouched down and his hand cradled my neck, gazing into my eyes. It was as if he wanted to say something, but he never spoke a word. His lips crashed onto mine, his tongue moving past my swollen lips.

Pushing me back on the bed, he climbed on top of me as we kissed. But soon he broke free and kissed down my body. His jeans still hung off one leg, and I was fully clothed, but that didn’t make a difference. This was still the hottest sexual encounter I had ever had.

Jagger pulled up my shirt and tugged down my bra cups before filling his hands with my tits. His thumbs flicked over my spiked nipples, and I arched my back as a gnawing ache flooded me.

“Look at them. They’re so stiff. That must have been torture watching me come and you had to just take it,” he said as deviousness filled his eyes.

I squirmed even more but he wouldn’t continue. Jagger watched me struggle with a fascination that made everything damp between my legs.

“I bet you want me to lick them or maybe even give them a little bite to relieve the pressure.”

I nodded as the corner of his mouth curled.

He slipped his lips over my nipple and sucked, flicking his tongue. It was a relief and torture at the same time. Even when he did it to my other breast, I only wanted more.

As if Jagger read my mind, he began to kiss down my body again. He yanked at my jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them within seconds. I lifted my hips, and he peeled them off me along with my panties. My body was humming for his touch, and when he did give me what I wanted, it was like a feather trying to satisfy an itch.

Jagger pulled my legs up and out so I was spread wide.

“It’s worse down here. You’re so wet, so swollen.” He bit his lip before his eyes found mine. “How can I let something so beautiful be in so much agony?”

I lifted myself up on my one elbow, as my other was still in pain from the mugging, and watched as Jagger lowered his head in between my thighs. His tongue taking its time along the outside of my lips, nowhere close to where I needed him to be.

I’m not ashamed to say I whimpered because this man was such a tease. But how he did it only made me want him more. Like when he slipped one finger inside me, pulling in and out, but nothing more. Jagger sat up and watched as the small effort he was putting forth caused my greatest want.

“I want to hear you, Tiffany.”

“Please,” I said, almost panting as I begged.

He added one more finger, but it still wasn’t enough. I gave him everything with that blow job, but he was barely moving for me.

“Don’t you want me? Just one little please?” He frowned. “That makes me think you really don’t want what I have to give.”

He was evil. I narrowed my eyes gathering as much strength as I could to fight back. To tell him to give it to me because I knew he wanted to.

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