Page 58 of The Spy Ring

“Please, Jagger. Make me come. Do what you want to me.”

Any backbone I once had dissolved, and I felt no shame.

He nodded and lowered his head. “With pleasure.”

Whatever he was doing between my thighs was working. His tongue and lips and fingers were performing like some orgasm-inducing machine. My fingers curled into his hair and I couldn’t stop myself from grinding on him.

Jagger seemed to like it as he groaned in response. It could have been I was suffocating him, but I was too far gone to stop. When he curled his finger inside me, that’s when I lost it.

My head flew back and I screamed out his name, my body convulsing with the best orgasm of my life. As he pulled away, his lips and chin dripping and eyes hazy, all I could do was lie there limp with a huge smile on my face.

He grinned too. Jagger moved over me, and I noticed he was hard once more. He halted when he heard the sound of a door closing.

“Tiffany! We’re here.” The distinct voice of Henrik echoed through my apartment.

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