Operation: Thrustmaster (Rock Hardin: Agent of A.S.S. Book 1) by Alana Melos Read Free Book Online

against an overstuffed chair, her back to its back.  
          He grabbed her arm and whipped her around. “I want your ass,” he said, and heard a warning noise from Mistress S. Ducking his head submissively, he cut a glance to her, “With your permission, Mistress.”  
          She must have heard the capitalization in his voice, and she nodded her acquiescence. As M wiggled her ass provocatively, he began to spank her. At first it was light, even though her rear was already red from S’s attention before. As Rock warmed her up, she moaned and gripped the chair, thrusting her ass back at him. He picked up the pace, giving her one, two, three hard spanks, causing the flesh on her ass to vibrate and jiggle. He pinched the cheeks, getting a big bit of her skin in between his fingers to lessen the severity of the pinches, but he squeezed… and hard. A cry erupted from M’s lips, along with, “Yes! Yes! More!”  
         With her cries and moans, he couldn’t help but to feel her passion. She dragged him along with her, down into her dark desire. He wanted to hurt her, a savagery he hadn’t know he possessed before took hold of him, and he began to spank her again, each blow harder than the last. Each wiggle, each cry, each little whimper of pain and pleasure intermingled together made him want to take her, hard. The rational part of his mind kept tabs on the situation and tried not to let him go too far, but it was so hard, and she was so very tempting. So very… very tempting.  
         “ That’s enough,” Mistress S said, cutting through his haze. “Here, slaves,” she commanded, bringing them both to heel. M scampered over to her Mistress, kissing her boots adoringly, whimpering with pain and pleasure both. Rock moved over more slowly, almost as if he were in a dream from which he couldn’t wake. Mistress S sat down in a chair with no arm, and spread her legs wide, showing her beautiful dark pussy through an opening in her leather dominatrix outfit. Rock licked his lips as he knelt slowly near M. “You’ve done so well warming her up, Agent Hardin, I didn’t know you had it in you,” she said. “One final show before the end then… Slave M, lick my pussy.” M dove in eagerly, shoving her face into the ebony goddess’ wetness as Mistress S regarded him. “Fuck Slave M, Slave Hardin,” she said, her voice coming rough.  
          He didn’t have to be told twice. Rock immediately put himself behind and rubbed his cock along M’s wetness, lubricating himself before shoving into her tightness. He groaned in pleasure as she enveloped him, and he began to ride her hard, knowing that he had until S came to live. The pleasure reverberated throughout his entire body, and he moaned and gasped, fucking M for all he was worth. He pistoned his hips back and forth as both of the women moaned in pleasure, their voices mixing in the most delightful way, urging him forward, harder and harder.  
          M had trouble keeping in line with her Mistress’ pussy, which was part of his plan. The more he jostled her about, the harder time she had of licking her Mistress. M wrapped her arms around her Mistress’ thighs, trying to keep herself steady as she groaned into the pussy she was devouring. Rock kept thrusting, wanting to come so fucking badly. Her tightness squeezed him, drawing him into her depths, and he rocked back and forth, plunging in and out of her with abandon.  
          S began to writhe under M’s attention, her eyes closed in ecstasy even as she still held the gun. When she began to groan, her breath coming more and more ragged, Rock picked up his pace, wanting, needing, desperately to shoot his load into M, trying to time it for a bit before S came. The orgasm came upon him, hard, violent, explosive. He ground his teeth and tried not to let it show he came, but it was so hard to keep pumping his cock in and out of that sweet, tight pussy as if he were still fucking