Double Agent

○ thirty seven ○

He wipes the water from his face, backing me into the kitchen island. My eyes open wide and I put my hands up to his chest, but he's too wound up to care. He grabs my hip, spinning me over and pressing my front to the marble countertop. It's cold and my nipples pebble instantly, scraping against the dress and making my pussy clench.

He grabs the bottom of slip dress and tugs it up my ass so it piles around my hips. His hand smooths over my ass before coming down hard on it.

"Ah-," I whine arching backwards.

He grabs the hair tie from my hair and yanks it. My hair tumbles down my back, and he breathes it in before he palms my other ass cheek, grabbing it before slapping it hard as well.

"Fuck you and your perfect little ass. Do you have any idea how it felt babe?"

"Hmm?" I drawl in a daze, completely out of it as he leans down, his tongue flicking my clit before he drags it up one of my cheeks, biting it before licking its path up my back and to my neck.

He kisses my neck, sucking a few a little too hard to the point where I know it's going to bruise tomorrow. He continues to pepper kisses over my back, tongue sliding over the skin on my side and he bites down on the sensitive part of the side of my tummy.

I whine and move my hips back so he knows my pussy is aching for him. He shakes his head, moving a finger in between my folds to collect my precum before bringing his finger to the counter in front of me so I can watch it drip down from his middle finger onto the counter.

"You're soaking wet, princess, but not wet enough. I want a puddle under your pussy when I'm done with your foreplay."

I whine as he drags his fingers over my folds a few times before turning me over and lifting me onto the counter. His lips sear over mine, our tongues dancing while his fingers run over my thighs possessively.

"Do you know the dread I felt," his hands pull the straps of the slip down, letting my tits tumble over the fabric, "when I woke up and knew exactly where you went?"

He sucks a nipple into his mouth, tongue circling it.

"Do you know how fucking scared I was?" He bites.

"Ahh," I yelp, pushing his head away. His lips
glide over the sore spot lovingly in apology.

He gives the other nipple some attention, before kissing his way down my stomach.

"Spread for me, feet on the table." I comply immediately, spreading myself bare for him.

He kneels and grabs my ass as close to the edge as possible without my feet falling off and absolutely devours my clit.

He flicks it continuously, circling it then sucking it over and over and over again, repeating the pattern, teasing the bud, tongue occasionally dipping into my pussy. I squirm, grabbing his hair and keeping him there because if this were to stop I would die.

He plays with me, sometimes licking everywhere except the bud, making out with my inner thigh, sometimes only the tip of his tongue ever so slightly running over it in minuscule vibrations.

Under me I watch the small pile of wetness grow.

"Spell out what I write."

"M A D E" I rasp as he traces the letters on my clit.

"F O R," he keeps going, "E Z R A  F O R D."

He stops licking and slaps it, "what does that spell out?"

I jerk upwards, "Made for Ezra Ford."

"Damn right it is, love. You gonna come for me now?"

I nod feebly.