Chapter 14

And then he rubbed his tongue under the crown of my cock, along the thick vein under it, and I started to fall apart. I could feel the rippling of his throat as he swallowed, and finally, I moaned.

Mann sat back on his heels, wiped his swollen mouth, and watched me, satisfaction glittering in his hazel eyes, making them appear almost green.

I opened my mouth to taunt him: “Doesn’t the CIA take care of its spooks?” The WBIS had a list of ladies—and a few men, as well—who were well reimbursed for seeing that agents who were interested got their ashes hauled on a regular basis.

But nothing came out. I shut my mouth and tucked my cock away. My hands were shaking as I did up my trousers.