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Pia and the Prisoner of War
There’s more than one kind of torture.
Sergeant Major Sofia Pia Martinez's men caught covert special ops agent Jake Callaghan spying on her country's very secret operation on the San Pablo coast. Whatever should she do with him?
There's more than one way to extract intel from a prisoner and the Sergeant Major will do anything to get the information she needs from her very sexy captive.
“Do you know why I wanted you instead of leaving you to my men to question?”
“My big dick?”
Stalking back toward the bed, her smile was wicked and sly. The kind of smirk that let a man know a woman was interested. “Yours isn’t the biggest I’ve seen. Or had. No.” She smoothed a finger across his scar. “It was this.”
“What about it?”
“And this.” She slid her fingernail under his nipple ring and tapped it up and down. “Why only one and not two? Did you… How do you say: estabas intimidado?”
“Chicken out? No. I don’t know why.”
“You weren’t sure if she was worth going through it twice.”
“Something like that.”
“Something like that,” she repeated as she straddled him once again, nestling the V of her pussy against the base of his dick where she’d placed the cock ring. “I think, under different circumstances, I could be the woman to talk you into a second one. No?”
“Yes, I believe you could.”
She stretched out on top of him like a cat, sliding her hands up his sides to his arms until they were chest to chest. “What else do you believe I could talk you into?”
“Just about anything right now.”
Rocking against him, he could feel how wet she was. “I think, Jake from California, that I’d like your cock inside me.”
“I’d like that too.”
She rose up and took his dick in her hand, stroking him. “I will say this was a prize I didn’t want to miss. But you, why do you want to fuck me?”
She cocked her head to the side, dark hair falling over one breast. “My…? Oh. This?” She slid her hand between her legs and offered it to him.
He flicked his tongue out and licked. “Mmm, yes.”
“I think that you would like very much to… How do you say: comerme? No?
He laughed. “Eat you. Yes.”
“Is that so? Maybe another time.” She glanced down to where his dick jutted up through her parted thighs.
Between her hand and the cock ring squeezing him, it was a slow kind of torture. Her strokes kept him hard yet he’d never come under such a slow pace. She had to know that and probably did it on purpose.
“Put my dick inside you. Ride me. I want to see you come. I want to feel you come.”
She rose and positioned him at her entrance. His gaze locked on the sight of her hovering mere inches from impaling herself on him. Lowering herself, she wet the head of his dick with her slickness. Her scent was stronger now, the taste of her arousal still on his tongue. He focused on her movements, barely breathing. How could she remain so unhurried? His hips flexed upward of their own accord and he got caught in her opening for a fraction of a second before she shifted and he slipped back out. He growled in frustration.
“Who do you work for?” she purred, smoothing her hand up and down his shaft.
His gaze flashed up to hers. “Fuck you.”
“As you wish.