#idk man the westview police dept needs to make these freaks work from home or something DAMN

[ragnarockz]

23. “use your words” + edging, my liege?

Hm, I shall see what I can muster...

"Use your words,"

Agnes practically barked as she took another bite at Vidal's earlobe. They were so close against one another, it felt like Agnes' heart was beating right on top of Vidal's.

Another late night at work mulling over case files and incident reports; witness testimonies and evidence. Agent Vidal and Detective Agnes were in the thick of it; everything laid out in one of the 'work' rooms. A huge table with many chairs; computers and equipment. Anything and everything one would need to get the job done.

Agnes thrusted her hips towards Vidal, hearing her skin rub against the table underneath her. A job was definitely getting done in these late night hours.

Vidal's hands traveled down Agnes' back, clawing at her. Agnes could feel the sharp nails even through her flannel, wishing they were tearing her up. Vidal was at Agnes' mercy, waiting for her to make any moves first. The table wasn't a cooperative component in this as her thighs stuck to the top; covered in sweat.

"Use your words, Vidal...or, do I have to put my fingers in your mouth to get them out?"

Agnes grumbled against the agent's neck; she had moved her face downwards and away from her ear. She bit gently onto the soft, pulsating skin; feeling it tick against her tongue as she sucked.

Vidal moaned above her as her legs wrapped tighter around Agnes' waist. She wanted to be as full as she could possibly be, wanting even more of the silicone cock inside of her. There was barely any space left as it was with Agnes being so close; keeping herself so deep. Vidal swore she was bruising inside and the somersault sensation filled her lower abdomen.

Agnes must had senses it to, the slight way Vidal's legs loosened around her. She was getting ready to let go and Agnes wasn't having any of that. Not yet, not this soon.

She led Vidal on for maybe a second longer before she raised her head and pushed her hips back in a snap decision that left Vidal achingly empty. The moan that came out of her mouth, the one that filled the room, almost made Agnes herself cum on the spot.

It was desperate. Needy. Wanting. Anguished and hopeless and beautiful. Agnes bit her lip in response to her decision, her actions. What power it was to hold that over someone; to deny something so basic.

Agnes smirked, staring Vidal in the face as if silently asking her for the third time to push those words she wanted to hear out of her mouth. But Vidal was clammed up; lips in a delicious pout that tempted Agnes to take into her own. But she didn't; standing there like she was drunk off of the denial she had just dished out. Her left hand lazily pushed its way past her own pants; taking a quick swipe up her folds. The made sure to gather what she needed before carefully pulling her hand back out.

"Open your mouth, Vidal..."

Agnes moved her hand up between them; catching the shine on her fingers. Vidal stared in silence; a hungry, wanting silence before her perfect lips parted and her mouth opened ever so slightly. Just enough for a finger or two to enter.

The second Agnes slipped her wet fingers into Vidal's waiting mouth, her hips pushed forward again and filled Vidal's pussy back up with her cock.

Teeth to bone, is what it felt like, as the sudden entering snapped a reaction in Vidal's brain to use her teeth instead of her tongue. It was Agnes' turn to moan as she pulled her fingers out; the trail of saliva falling down between them. Her fingers, wet and sticky, moved down to grab Vidal's chin.

Agnes' rutted sporadically, quickly. Trying to chase the orgasm back into Vidal quicker than the first time. She wanted her all pent up, all sprung and wound back up just so she could pull away again. It was a dizzying, high feeling. She wanted Vidal to suffer in some sort of way; some sort of alluring way Agnes couldn't put her finger on.

The detectives fingers moved from Vidal's chin and up to the base of her neck; hand snaking up to find the tortoiseshell hair pin that would unravel Vidal's hair that drove Agnes wild. She watched it tumble as she pumped forward; getting out a little tiny mewl from Vidal's mouth. She let the hair pin clatter carelessly onto the table top, a sound that made her moan and eyes slam shut.

"God...Vidal...Iwishyoucould feel me...how...I'mthrobbing...howwetIaminside..."

Words slurring as Agnes lost herself; hips rolling to a gentle rhythm. She wanted Vidal to cum now, wanted to feel the wetness between them and seep down the toy, to the base of her harness. She wanted to feel Vidal's wet cunt on her own; their desire for one another unmatched.

Agnes felt a quick, unexpected tug at her waist. She peered down and her mouth opened slightly in excitement. Vidal had reached down, her hand wrapped beautifully around Agnes' shaft. She wanted to feel it, the push and pull of Agnes as she entered inside of her. She wanted to guide Agnes; slight angles so that she hit the tip where it so desperately needed to reach. The wet silicone, the heat, the spit that had fallen there.

Vidal knew she didn't need to use her words when she could just as easily show Agnes how badly she wanted her 'pretty little cunt' fucked and filled and loved.