Operation: Thrustmaster (Rock Hardin: Agent of A.S.S. Book 1) Read Online Free Page B

pulsed around him, scorching hot as he thrust into her. Every motion, even moan from her lips drove him crazy, and when he felt her climax around his cock, tightening around him, he couldn’t hold back any longer. A last few crazy thrusts into her, and he came, shooting his cum deep inside of her as he held himself there, rocking against her to get every last bit of pleasure out of his climax.  
         She panted and gasped for breath, and he longed to collapse on the bed next to her. Instead, he leaned forward, almost bent over her entire body, and said, “Now, I want to know where my real contact is.”  
          Confused, and perhaps a little disorientated from the two massive orgasms she’d just experience, Petite at first asked, “What? I don’t … I don’t understand….” Still inside of her, he shook her a little bit, not hurting her, but trying to scare her and help her focus. He repeated the question, and she began to squirm, trying to get away from him.  
          Rock straightened up again, withdrew from her sweet pussy, and easily took control of her hands, keeping her on the bed where she was at. It didn’t feel right manhandling a lady like this--it wasn’t how he’d been raised--but she was a spy, and she’d chosen this dangerous life. “I like you, Petite,” he said. “And I don’t want to hurt you, especially after what we just shared….” Already, his cock was twitching, wanting more of her intoxicating love. “But I will if I have to.”  
          Sensing his resolve, she ceased her struggling, turning her head so she could see him with one eye at least. “How did you know?”  
         “ The car and the Walther,” he said. “I’m not up on programming, but I’m pretty sure Columbo hasn’t made it over here yet… it’s still new in the states. That, and your gun….” Rock looked around, making sure her purse was out of reach. “It’s not hard evidence, but I really doubt many French agents would use a Walther PPK. More American, German.” He shrugged, and started to let her up, slowly, keeping control of her wrists at all times. “I could have been wrong, but when I said I wanted the truth… well.”  
         “ Hmph,” Petite grunted. “You can let go of me now,” she said in a more or less perfectly American voice, or at least… a voice without any real discernible accents.  
         “ Promise you’ll behave?” he asked.  
         “ I promise,” she said. When he let go of her, the first thing she did was cover herself properly lowering her skirt. He backed up slowly, and slipped on his boxers and jeans, keeping a wary eye on her.  
         “ Who hired you? Where’s Cynthia?” he asked as he finished zipping himself up.  
         “ I don’t know where she is,” she said, crossing her legs demurely.  
         “ Fine, who hired you?” Rock demanded.  
         “ I can’t tell you,” she said, a pleading note entering her voice. “He’ll kill my sister.”  
         “ What were you hired to do?” he asked, grabbing his shirt, and buttoning it up. The more he watched her, the easier her tells were to see now that she had let down her defenses having been caught in the lie.  
         “ Delay you, and that’s all,” she said, glancing down and away for a moment.  
         “ That’s not all,” he said. “What else?”  
         “ Nothing, I swear to you,” she said, biting her lip.  
         “ Where’s my contact?”  
         “ I don’t know! I was just given the car and told to hand you the papers,” Petite replied, looking earnest. “Please, please… he’ll kill me.”  
         “ Yeah, I know,” he said, considering the situation. If she were a male operative, he’d feel nothing working them over to get the information. A woman, though… he just couldn’t, and she was more scared of whoever hired her than she was of him. He went to his