Page 63 of Covert Mission

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Page 63 of Covert Mission

I puzzle that handy talent for a second, but all thought vanishes a second later when two thick, rough fingers shove into my pussy.

Every cell in my body jolts. A sound comes out of my throat. Half scream. Half plea.

His gaze whips to my face. “Oh, sexy girl. You’re so damned wet for me. And those sounds… they make me insane.”

“Crazy.” My head rolls, I’m delirious already, as I clutch his shoulders with shaking hands.

He spreads me open, pushing deep with his fingers and a razor’s edge of pain and pleasure makes my breath stutter. There’s nothing soft or gentle about the way he’s working me to a frenzy.

This man is commanding my release.

God.

My neck arches. It’s coming?—

Bam! Bam! Bam!

What was that?

“Fuck, someone’s at the door.” With his lips snarled, Lucas hisses and glares at the door hard enough to scare the paint off the thing.

When another knock comes, he thunders, “Give me a goddamn minute!”

I dig my fingers into his shoulders and raggedly whisper, “Oh n-no,Lucas. I’m already too far gone.”

I clench my pussy, but it’s happening. My toes curl painfully.

God. I can’t stop it.It’s a landslide. Building and building and nothing will break the fall.

He puts his mouth next to my ear and demands my release in a hot, gravelly voice. “Give me your sweet cum, Camile. Right fucking now.”

Stop the bus!

I had no idea I liked dirty talk. But I do, and I’m riding a wave that I lost control of a long time ago.

His fingers push deeper, stroke harder.

Something warm and bright rushes through me. A flash of golden light that loosens my muscles and turns my legs to vapor.

I suck in a sharp breath and a sound builds in my throat. My neck is thrown back, my body is spasming like I’m a downed electrical wire, and all I can do is pray that whoever is outside that door is deaf.

This orgasm is going to destroy me.

Beast leans over me so he fills my vision. His eyes are wild and hungry.

His mouth is tight with a pleased curve. His voice is growly and low. “That’s it. Next time you come on my cock.”

Tears pool in the corners of my lashes. It’s coming.

Now. Now. Now.

A tornado of sensation rips through me. It’s acute and painful and more pleasurable than anything I’ve ever felt.

Beast crashes his mouth into mine. A keening cry tears out of me, and he takes it down his throat.

What was that?

I must lose consciousness or black out or something because he’s framing my face with both hands when I open my eyes.




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