“I’ve been told by some of the females you’re bigger than most. I assume the condom size I picked will fit.”
“I hope you haven’t picked me just for my size,sir.” He stressed the last word sharply as he reached for a package.
“Don’t flatter yourself, Blade. I’m not the one who picked you. My superiors do their research and apparently it’s whoyouknow that got you into SKULL.”
He wondered whom he knew.
This chick was an attractive fuck and he couldn’t wait to pleasure her. He ripped open the package and removed the condom, placing it on the desk within easy reach for when he needed it.
“So who do I know?” he asked. Damned if he could think of anyone important enough they would want him to assassinate. She shook her head, her gaze firm as she whipped open the edges of her shirt to reveal a nice pair of curvy, tanned breasts.
His cock twitched and throbbed.
“Fuck me, soldier,” she whispered softly. Her fingers curled tightly along the edges of the desk as if she were holding on for dear life. Or maybe she just didn’t want to touch him?
That last thought vanished as the tip of her pink tongue peeked hungrily from between her luscious lips.
No kissing. Okay, he would deal with her rules…for now. He did have to follow orders.
Her breaths grew louder as he undid his pants and quickly produced his raging erection. Her eyes widened in surprise as his thigh slipped between her knees and he opened her legs. He let his pants drop to the floor, reached for the condom and sheathed his swollen shaft.
“Since you’re already wet for me, sir, I’ll skip the foreplay.”
She hissed as he impaled her in one quick thrust. The warmth of her ultra-tight pussy grabbed hold of his engorged shaft like a vise, making him groan at the wicked pleasure jolting through him.
Cripes, if someone had told him early this morning he was going to be inducted into some black ops assassin group and taking his boss on her desk within minutes of meeting her, he would’ve said they were crazy.
He withdrew and thrust into her again, loving the meek little hiss of pleasure she made as he impaled her to the hilt. Her velvety heat snapped around his cock like blades of lightning.
He withdrew and thrust harder, watching those curled fingers tighten even more over the edge of her desk. Her eyes closed and she whimpered as her vaginal muscles spasmed like crazy around his erection.
Oh man. He couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t so much as think as pleasure wrapped around him. He exploded on a gut-wrenching shout and awoke with his body twisting in both pain and pleasure.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
It took him several precious seconds to orient himself. To rip himself free from the cobwebs of the past. For a split second, sadness wrapped around him. Bev was dead now. Blown up in an explosion a few weeks ago. Yeah, he had regrets. He’d never told her he’d grown to care for her.
Suddenly, a unique pressure wrapped around his cock. The pleasure seemed to be alive, following him out of his dream.
He blinked in disbelief and through heavy-lidded eyes stared down to find Red sitting on the side of his bed. Her gaze was fixed on his midsection where her hands were wrapped snugly around his swollen erection.
She lapped at his cock head, the bristle of her tongue sending shivers of ecstasy shooting into his solid shaft.
He had to be dreaming. He had to be.
His balls tightened and his cock head disappeared into her mouth.
Oh yeah. Hot heaven.
He stifled a groan, knowing instinctively she would stop if she discovered he was awake and watching. She pulled her head back, cutting his cock loose, and then wrapped her luscious mouth around his throbbing flesh again.
Oh man. Why was she doing this? He’d been sent to kill her yet she’d saved his life and was pleasuring him? He must have done something right in his life to deserve this slice of heaven.
He lay quietly, damned hard under the circumstances. His teeth clenched as she increased her sucking on his cock. When he swore he couldn’t take the pain of his hardness anymore, she stopped playing with him.
Foil ripped.
Condom?
