Page 119 of Jonesing for a Spy

“Again with the telling.” She lifts her brows.

Leaning down, my lips hover over hers. She’s folded in half, her feet in those sexy-as-fuck, strappy heels damn near between us. I hold her eyes and nod. “I won’t take no for an answer.” I press my semi-hard cock inside her tight heat. “It’s not a question. I’m yours and you’re mine. Right?”

She nods.

“And I love you, and you love me.”

She nods again.

“And we’re good together.”

Another nod.

“And you know that I’ll worship you until the day you die?”

“Yes, honey.”

A chill runs down my spine.

“So… Marry me.”

“Maybe,” she sasses. “Actually, it depends.” She squeezes her inner muscles around me until my eyes threaten to roll back in my head.

“You know,” I start. “I think I did this wrong. I’ve never proposed before. I’ll try again later. Never mind, okay?”

“Wait!” She looks appalled. “What?”

“Well…” I feign looking into the distance. “I mean, I’m a catch. I’m handy. I can cook and am self-sufficient. I don’t expect you to do my laundry or make me a sandwich after sex.” My cock heats and thickens, and I begin maddeningly slow strokes inside her wet cunt. “I’m gonna learn to make gumbo.”

I pull out and slam back in. “I’m the man who has a spy for a woman and isn’t threatened by her brilliance and boldness.” I pull out and slam back in watching her lids drop. “I know how to make you come. Hard.”

I withdraw, hearing her mewl of protest when I do and slide down her body, butterflying her knees wide. I latch onto her clit and suck.

She bucks wildly under me. Her pelvis lifts for me. She writhes and moans, and when she’s right there—just on the edge—I detach from that bundle of nerves and blow cold air on her.

“I could eat your pussy all day, baby. All day. All night. Wring you out.”

“I’m close, Strider. I’m so close.” She pushes my head down toward her center that strains for me.

I flick a lazy finger through her wetness, rimming her, coming close but never entering her. She whimpers and wiggles, seeking more.

“Fuck, Mirren. Watching me seep out of you. God, it’s enough for me to blow.” Dick in hand, I pull slow twisting strokes up my shift, from my place between her legs. “My cum and yours…” I swipe through our joined orgasm and rub it down my shaft. “Look at us on my cock. So fucking sexy.”

Leaning over her to cage her in, I rub the bottom of my shaft against her clit, up and down, up and down, and watch her face. When I pull down again, I stop just at her entrance. “Freckles?’

Her eyes slice to slits.

I notch my cock where it wants to be… Where she needs me… Where I never want to leave.

“Marry me.”

“Fine, okay. Are you happy now?”

I thrust in and bottom out, rutting into her like an animal, over and over and over again.

“Fucking elated, Freckles. Now come for me and let that perfect pussy suck me dry.”

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