Page 54 of Secrets

A shot of adrenaline and arousal spreads through me from the contact.

“On your knees, sweet girl.”

I bite into my bottom lip, doing as told yet again—something I loathe—but finding with her, I really,reallyenjoy. When my knees hit the soft rug, I glance up at her through my lashes, and find that the view down here is exponentially better. Her hand wraps around the toy and she strokes it as if in thought, her gaze darkening with each passing of her hand.

The sight is enough to have me salivating, her power shining through in the most confident and addicting way. My tongue slides across my bottom lip as I anticipate her finally pushing inside me.

Elena’s head cocks to the side, reading my craving as clear as day. “Would you like a taste?”

I swallow, nodding a little too eagerly but not caring. “Yes.”

She taps my lip with her index finger. “Open.”

My core becomes heavy as I follow her command, opening my mouth enough to allow her to slide the cock onto my tongue. The material is soft, yet rigid, and I immediately close my lips around it.

Elena groans above me, her low lidded stare doing delightful things to my libido. She keeps one of her hands at the base of the toy, while the other lifts, twisting in my hair at the root.

I moan against the sensation, sucking along the shaft as if she can feel my tongue play with the protruding veins underneath. I take it as far back as my throat allows, only stopping when my gag reflex forces me to. Withdrawing to the tip, I inhale a deep breath, and do it again, sucking it to the back of my throat. By the third pass, my pussy isthrobbing.

Feeling the desperation sinking into my skin, she withdraws her hand from my hair and drags the toy from my mouth.

I nearly fold in when she leans to the side, my body already missing being touched by her.

She picks up the bottle of lubricant and pops the top, applying a small amount to the tip before placing it back down.

Studying my expression, she strokes one hand down the shaft, spreading the liquid along the entire thing, while my body shakes in anticipation. The desire to have this woman on top of me is so strong, an ache spreads across my chest.

Finally, she juts her chin forward. “On the bed.Now.”

I don’t hesitate. I’m up from the rug and on the edge of the bed in my next breath, my lungs expanding quickly in an attempt to calm my racing heart.

Elena walks to nestle between my thighs, and when I look up at her, I know she is about to absolutely wreck me. Physically, of course, but also…

Before I can finish the thought, her green eyes flicker of a smile not touching her lips. “Lie back, arms up.”

Again, I immediately do what I’m told, readjusting on the soft bed and placing my hands above my head, my fingers clutched around the remote as if it will provide any type of support. My thumb accidentally hits the singular button, and Elena jolts before a soft buzz fills the room.

She sucks in a sharp breath, one hand falling to latch around my upper thighs. “Jessica.”

The warning drives me to click the button again, but I can’t stop the words from spilling from my mouth. “Little sensitive, are we?”

Elena’s eyes narrow as her other hand grips into my opposite leg. She hooks her arms under them both before dragging me the few inches to the edge, the toy cock resting right between my thighs. A shuddered breath leaves me as she lines herself up.

“Not as sensitive as you’ll be, Agent. That, I can promise.”

With that as my warning, she slams inside of me.

I thoughtJessica’s moans of ecstasy were music, but her screams? A symphony.

Those beautiful eyes of hers squeeze shut while she grapples to find a way to latch on to the pillows above her, but she doesn’t get the chance. I draw out, watching as her sweet little cunt grips the toy before driving back in.

Her melody fills the room as I do it again, my eyes trained on her features as I experiment with my strokes. Like with my tongue, it doesn’t take long to figure her out. She’s so responsive, bowing and buckling, leaning as if she doesn’t know what to do with the sensations spreading through her.

My fingers press into the soft skin of her thighs. “Come now, pretty girl. I thought you said you could handle it.”

She tries to narrow her eyes at me, but realizes she can’t when I push back inside her, angling my hips so the toy hits the perfect spot. Over and over I drive into her, loving the way she can’t quite find her breath, let alone those sarcastic words.

I don’t stop or change my rhythm until she begins to shake, the muscles in her thighs tensing under my hand. The soft glow from the candles, along with our new relative position, gives me a much better view of her face on the brink. Her eyes are heavy-lidded, her cheeks flushed, and I’m almost sure she’s going to bite her lip off from how hard her teeth sink into it.

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