Page 51 of Secrets

“Keep them open, pretty girl. How else will I be able to see you drip all over my table?”

Craving, desire, and yearning burn through my veins, and my voice becomes nothing but a needy whimper. “Elena.”

She licks up my center again, this time stopping to blow lightly on my clit. “Yes?”

“It’s not nice to play with your food.”

This makes her laugh, the vibration of it intoxicating against my core. “That’s half the fun, Agent.”

Without warning, she releases one of my thighs and walks her hand over to my entrance. She quickly swipes a finger through my pussy before holding it up to me, the glistening sheen unmistakable even in the low light. “Taste how good you are. See for yourself why I’d rather take my time and enjoy my meal.”

I knew this woman would be the death of me.

Followingmy order like I knew she would, she releases the counter and wraps both hands around my wrist. She draws me to her mouth, that desperate little gaze of hers still firmly on me, and then closes her lips around my finger.

The moment her own arousal coats her taste buds, I know she won’t last long. Though, I’m not quite sure how longIwill now that the leash on my control has snapped. The one that deemed she was better off dead instead of in my bed.

A long groan rumbles from her chest as she swirls her greedy little tongue along my finger, her gaze darkening with starvation. For the first time since she’s entered the store, the real Jessica peeks through the curtain of her trepidation.

The agent has excelled at giving off an exuberant nature; her cute, flirty remarks covering her true essence.

But I know what she really craves. Who she really is.

Jessica Frances is nothing more than a smart mouth that needs to be tamed. A submissive waiting to be dominated. She is the woman who has stolen a piece of me and enjoys waving it around to prove she can take more.

But above all else, she ismine, and it’s time she realizes that.

Letting her keep my finger in her mouth, I return to the sweet spot between her thighs. The soft skin of them acts like a sound barrier as I run my tongue along her cunt, stopping to nip at her clit. She jerks at the sensation, the muffled moan spilling from around my finger before she sucks on it harder.

My blood sears through me, my own desires making my core heavy. But I tamp down the temptation to make her come too quickly, the need to appreciate watching her slowly and agonizingly unravel too great to pass up.

Instead of focusing my attention on the tight bundle of nerves where I know she needs me, my tongue explores her, discovering what she prefers—hard and focused, or soft and playful—and it doesn’t take long before I know exactly what she wants.

Her muscles tense, toes flex, and her sweet little whimpers sing me a melody I want to play over and over again.

Plucking my finger from her mouth, I dip it inside her drenched center, reveling in the way she shivers. “I must admit, your reactions are rather addicting, sweet girl.”

“Your mouth is–ah–” She shifts under the sudden tempo change of my finger driving inside of her. “Fucking addicting.”

The compliment fuels my movements, and I curl my index, loving how she squirms under the building pressure. “Oh, agent. I have no qualms with making this a habit.”

“Please do.” She sighs. “I don’t mind being devoured every night.”

“Careful,” I warn, returning my tongue to her center. “Don’t agree with something you won’t be able to handle.”

She harrumphs, but it morphs into a string of groans when I bite the inside of her thigh before licking the small indentations.

“As I said, be careful, Agent.”

Her blue eyes flash with a defiance I yearn to break. “I’m much stronger than you think, Red.”

I have no doubt about it, but I won’t let her know that. Not now, at least.

A genuine smirk steals my lips. “Let’s see then, shall we?”

I’ve been knownto bite off more than I can chew, but in this case, for the first time in my life, I should have kept my mouth shut.

Elena’s tongue changes rhythm yet again, hitting a pace that is leisure yet commanding. It demands my complete submission and soon, when she’s curling her fingers against a spot that brings stars to the corner of my vision, keeping my eyes open becomes a challenge I don’t think I can win.

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