Page 56 of The Spy Ring

NINETEEN

Tiffany

“You’re so big,” I said and didn’t even mask the surprise in my voice.

I don’t know what I was going to expect when I pulled out Jagger’s dick, but I didn’t think large cucumber. Except he wasn’t green. Jagger’s was a normal pinkish tan hue.

Perhaps my husband was small and Jagger was about average. I had watched porn before and my husband didn’t appear small compared to those men.

“Is this unusual?” I asked in case he had an abnormality because he really was quite large.

“No, my cock isn’t unusual. At least, I don’t think so. Haven’t really compared it to other guys before.” He stared down and curled his fingers around the base, giving one tug.

Watching him do that it was like a dam burst open and heat bloomed between my legs. Crazy sexy.

“Do that again.”

“What? This?” Jagger proceeded to give himself another pump, but this time his fingers drifted over the tip to spread a drop of precum that had formed.

“Yeah, that. Can I taste you?” I tore my gaze from his thick cock and watched his darkening green eyes.

His nose flared and for a moment and he said nothing.

“Please. Unless, you know, there’s something wrong with . . .” I said as I pointed to his throbbing dick.

“No, there’s nothing wrong. I get tested regularly but are you sure this is what you want?” His hand never stopped moving on his cock.

It’s funny what you miss when you haven’t had sex in a long time. Sure, I yearned for a man to go down on me and, of course, for sex itself, but what I fantasized about a lot was a man filling my mouth. The salty flavor and how lost a guy got by what I was doing to him.

Maybe it was the thought of being filled. Maybe it was the taste I pined for, but I wanted Jagger just like this.

I smiled as I watched him war with himself. He was trying to take care of me, and that was sweet. But I’m done with sweet. I needed something hard and rough, and I wanted it to make me scream.

I ran my finger around the edge of the tip as he pulled back causing him to stop. “I very much want this. Just a small taste. It’s been so long.”

He groaned as my hand replaced his. Jagger let go and moved his fingers into my hair. I lowered my head, my mouth watering as I inhaled his scent—a mixture of sweat and something uniquely him.

Just before I slid my tongue out, I looked up. “Is this okay?”

“Yes,” he said as his mouth sagged open.

Was it gentle kindness or urgent need when he gathered up my hair and held it for me? I started at the base and licked my way up. Jagger whimpered, and I wanted to do something special for that melodic gift. When I got to the tip, I gave a kiss. Not a little peck, but deep with my tongue. I swirled and lapped for Jagger tasted better than any lollipop.

“Oh God,” he said and I knew he wasn’t going to stop me from getting what I wanted.

His eyes rolled back into his head. Jagger was too far gone to get out of this fervid hole I dug him into.

The corners of my lips burned as I opened my mouth fully to suck him inside, yet he was too thick to go any farther than halfway. I had to use my hand to make up the difference and push and pull him from me.

I wondered how I managed to go so long without this in my life—the taste of him, the toe-curling sounds he made, my body reacting to everything he did. This moment was bringing me more pleasure than I had in a decade.

A blissful ache twisted my belly as I sucked his cock. It was as if I was getting more satisfaction out of this than he was. When his hips rotated, pushing him deeper down my throat, I thought that would cause a problem. That I would start to choke or gag or something embarrassing, but only a moan rumbled up my throat vibrating over his cock.

He was slick, my hand was coated, even a few strands of hair tickled my nose, but nothing would keep me from tasting Jagger.

“Fuck, you’re so good at this,” Jagger said, his voice gruff and breathless.

I reached my hand back and cupped my hand over his as he held my hair back, guiding him to what I wanted. Because I wanted that bit of pain as he started to take control. Sex was always nice and pleasant with my husband, but over the years, since his death, I fantasized about sex with an edge. An experience that wasn’t always sweet, but definitely full of pleasure.

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