Page 37 of The FBI Agents Who Stole Me

She cries out when I slip three fingers deep inside, thighs trying to clamp around my wrist, but I keep her open with my free hand on her knee.

“Good girl,” I praise, my voice low as I circle her clit with slow, deliberate pressure. “That’s what this cunt is good at, sucking me inside. Taking my fingers so well. You feel incredible.”

I don’t pull away when her hips start rocking. Instead, I slow down, dragging my fingers in and out at a torturous pace, curling on every stroke while I watch her. I want to feel every flutter. I want to see exactly how desperate she gets before I let her come.

Her thighs shake. “Please—please, I need⁠—”

“I know what you need,” I tell her, never speeding up. “But I’m not rushing this. You’re too beautiful like this. I love playing with you this way. My own little fuck doll.”

I lean down and kiss the inside of her thigh, then bite gently. “I want you dripping down my wrist before I fuck you. I want you so worked up that when I finally put my cock in you, you’ll take every drop I give you.”

She whines, high and broken, and I reward the sound by pressing against her clit while my fingers keep that slow, deep rhythm inside her. Her walls flutter hard around me.

“Look at me,” I say quietly. “Eyes on me while I touch you. Who owns this treasure between your legs? Say it.”

Her voice cracks. “It’s yours, daddy. Only yours.”

Bending over her, I kiss her hard. I can’t wait anymore. I need to feel every inch of her.

“God, I missed you,” I tell her between kissing her lips, her jaw and her neck.

When she’s shuddering so hard she can barely keep her legs up, I finally give her what she’s been begging for.

I shove my sweats down just enough to free my cock and line myself up. She’s so wet I sink into her with hardly any resistance. On a scream, her thighs fall to the side, and I have to grit my teeth against how fucking good she feels.

I don’t pound into her right away. I stay buried deep, grinding slow, letting her feel every inch while I look down at where we’re joined and try to close even a millimeter between us.

“You are so good at letting me inside you.”

Then I start moving.

I go so hard and deep that the table rattles with every punishing stroke. I’m going to fuse us together.

Every time I press flush against her, it makes her whole body jolt. Her nails rake down my arms, leaving marks I’ll wear proudly.

“That’s it, babydoll,” I groan against her jaw. “Take every inch. You’re doing so good. Who do you belong to, Ettie? Say it while I’m buried balls deep in your dripping pussy.”

“You,” she gasps. “You—God, it’s always you⁠—”

I angle my hips higher, dragging over that perfect spot on every snap of my hips.

Her eyes roll back. A perfect O forms from her lips. Her walls clamp down tight, strangling my cock.

“Not yet, baby,” I warn softly. “You don’t get to come until daddy fills you up first. You’re going to milk every drop out of me like the perfect good girl you are. I need to fill you up so I can keep you forever.”

She sobs. Actually sobs.

I know then that I mean every word I just said. If Ettie is filled with my baby, she’ll be tied to me forever. Mine in every way that matters.

My cock jerks inside her at the thought of her belly round with my baby.

“Please—please I can’t—I can’t hold it—let me come on your cock⁠—”

I lean over her and swipe her tears away with my thumb. She’s been so good for me.

“No, babydoll,” I grit out, knowing it won’t be long, because I need to release and cover her cervix. “I want my cum so deep inside you that it stays. I’m going to plant a baby in you… want you full of me so you can never leave. Do you know why I need to fill this pretty pussy first, babydoll?”

She nods frantically, tears slipping down her temples, and I feel my control snap.