“I’m so lucky that you’re mine,” he growled, shoving me back onto the bed. I landed on the mattress with a bounce, and he was on me in seconds.
He got rid of his pants, and his dick sprang out. I wrapped my hand around it, stroking him, and he groaned, “Get on your knees.”
I scrambled to position at the edge of the bed. He stood over me, feeding his dick past my lips. I took him in deep, sucking hard and swirling my tongue around the head. He tangled his fingers in my hair, guiding my rhythm, but not forcing it.
“You take this dick so well,” he moaned.
He flipped me onto my stomach and spread my legs wide. His fingers probed my pussy that was already wet and ready for him. He slid them in, as if testing the waters, before he replaced them with his dick. He slammed into his home in one hard push. I cried out, and my walls clenched around his length as he started stroking me.
Each thrust drove in deeper and deeper. His balls smacked my ass, as I pushed back, meeting his thrusts halfway. He leaned over me, chest to my back, biting my shoulder as he fucked harder, grunting with every plunge.
His thumb pressed against my back entrance, teasing the tight ring before dipping in. The double penetration had me shaking. Moans spilled out of my throat, loud and broken. Sincere's thumb pushed deeper into my ass, while his dick kept slamming into my pussy from behind.
His free hand slid up my spine and grabbed a fistful of my hair. He tugged my head back, leaned in, and bit my earlobe.
I gasped and pushed back against him because my body was begging for it. "This dick feels so fucking good. Don't stop, Sincere. Give me all of it."
He chuckled deeply, and the sound vibrated through his chest against my back as he released my hair and smacked my ass. "This pussy's gripping me like it never wants to let go."
His thumb twisted inside me, syncing with his hips, causing my thighs to quiver.
I reached back and dug my nails into his thigh, urging him on. "Fuck me, baby. You own this pussy. Make me cum on this dick."
SIENNA LANGFORD
I pulled up to a vacant stretch of road on the edge of an industrial block and killed the engine. There were no stores or houses for miles. There was no reason for anybody to be out there unless they were trying not to be seen. I got out of my car, scanning the block anyway.
A black sedan sat a few spaces away with tinted windows so dark you couldn’t see a shadow inside. I walked over, opened the passenger door, and slid in.
The woman behind the wheel just stared straight ahead with both hands on the steering wheel.
I shut the door harder than I needed to on purpose. “You’re going to blow my cover if you keep calling me and summoning me like this.”
She ignored my nagging. “Do you have anything real on the Cartiers yet?”
I scoffed at her attitude. Agent Mallory was always such a bitch. “Reek hasn’t opened up to me like that yet.”
Her eyes cut to me. “Then make him.”
“I’m not a magician,” I snapped. “I’m doing what I can.”
“You’re doing what you can for yourself,” she corrected. “Don’t confuse that with effort.”
I rolled my eyes, staring out of the window. Though I knew I hadn’t been followed, it still felt like there were eyes on me, so I scanned the block.
“You have a few weeks left before this deal expires. After that, we charge you.”
I stared at her. “Charge me with what, exactly?”
“Conspiracy. Wire fraud. Bribery. Obstruction. Pick one. Pick them all. You’ve given us enough.” My throat went dry as she went on, “You helped people steal,” she replied. “You helped people hide money. You helped people influence public process for private gain. And you used your father’s position to do it. That is not a slap on the wrist.”
I leaned back in the seat, pissed all over again. “So, what do you want me to do? Drag cartel information out of him in the middle of dinner?”
“I want evidence. Recordings. Names. Locations. Something that holds up in court. If Reek is your door, then fucking open it. Or you’re going down. Your father goes down. Your firm goes down.”
I stared at her for a long moment. Then I finally spit, “Is that all?”
“Yes, get out,” she replied, like she was bored.
