Page 66 of The Spy Ring

Her fingers curled, and as they dug into my arms thoughts of her clinging to me as she rode my cock sent a bolt straight between my legs.

“Are you seriously going to use sex to get me to move in with you?” Tiffany said with challenge, with surprise, and with a deepening tone.

“Maybe. Will it work?” With one finger, which turned into two and then four, I twisted her braid around my hand, tugging so I could nibble on more of her skin.

“No, it won’t.” Her defiant attitude refuted as she raised her leg, curling it around my hip.

Lifting my head, I stared down and watched her chest rise and fall with a quickening pace. My fingers drifted, her damp skin puckering under my touch, until I found her tit. “We’ll see what you say when I’m done making you come.”

As Tiffany bit her lip, she was chewing pieces of my willpower like I was eggs for breakfast. My neck burned and my fingers itched to push her back on that couch and show her what she did to me.

But just as I was about to cave, she fluttered her lashes as she gazed up at my face. “Jagger, I’ve gone without sex for ten years. When we’re done, you won’t even have words left to give.”

My ears were ringing from the blood in my veins rushing for her touch. My hand found her thigh, and I ran my fingers up until my palm was full of her ass. I gave her a squeeze letting her know how perfect she was.

“Is that a threat?” I asked licking my lips.

She pushed her fingers under my shirt scratching at my stomach as I let go of her braid. “No, that’s a promise.”

I thought I might fall over, sink into the floor, wrapping my arms around her and never letting go. But I found my strength and picked her up, pushing her legs until both were wrapped around me.

Her skin was slick from the heat, and I knew I was sweaty but I didn’t care. If anything, it made this better. I wanted to slip and slide and move over her until we couldn’t be peeled apart.

Turning the fan on overhead as we entered the bedroom did little to ease the heat. And I knew more sweat would drip and the heat would rise as I threw Tiffany on my bed. Her mouth opened in surprise as she fell back against the white sheets.

But she recovered and began to peel away her clothes. I followed, refusing to look away as I stripped off my shirt, my khaki shorts, and boxer briefs.

The Mona Lisa was art, a Porsche 356 Speedster was sleek on wheels, but Tiffany naked, sprawled out on my bed, was sublime.

“What are you waiting for?” she asked lifting her arms above her.

“You’re so beautiful. I don’t even know where to begin.”

Tiffany spread her legs and moved her hands to her glistening pussy. When she pushed her fingers to her lips, spreading herself for me, I almost lost it.

“Why don’t you start right here.”

I groaned barely able to remain upright. “Tiffany, you have got to stop teasing me like this.”

“How am I teasing you? If anything, you are teasing me. I tell you what to do, and you stand there.” She lifted up onto her elbow, and I realized she no longer had a bandage on her other arm, only a healing scab remained.

All thought evaporated out the window as I fell to my knees. My fingers twisted and curled to watch her bend. Arousal leaked from my hand and hammered at my cock. I forgot, no that’s not right, I didn’t want to believe that Tiffany tasted this good. Like peach pie melting on my tongue. I savored her heavenly flavor.

She tightened as my fingers smoothed over that small rough patch inside her, waiting so long to be played with. I sucked on her clit and savored her as her body struggled under my touch. She screamed a few sounds of agreement and worshiped the almighty but when she finally gave in, I knew I was done seeking anyone else. When I nibbled and pumped that climax from her, she admitted only one name that could make her feel this way.

“Jagger!” she cried out as her back arched.

I lifted my head, her swollen pussy still twitching around my fingers. When I finally pulled out, I grabbed a condom from my side table, figuring a world record was broken for condom placement speed.

Her chest was rising and falling fast, but easing its pace as I settled between her legs.

“You still want this?”

There was a moment, as tiny as a millisecond, that I thought I saw doubt ghost her face, but when she moved her hands to my ass and squeezed, I knew I was wrong.

“Yes. I want your abnormally large penis inside me right now.”

“That was your final warning,” I said before I cupped her tit, pinching her spiked nipple.

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