The Implication (Chuck)

A/N: The Implication was a commissioned one shot originally written back in November of 2020. Posting it up here and now for people to enjoy!

Themes: Rough Sex, Dom/Sub, Breeding

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She knew she'd let things get too far, really she did. In a number of ways, honestly. When she'd kissed Chuck, she'd done so because she thought they were going to die. But then Bryce had shown up and Sarah Walker knew she had to push Chuck away, that she had to distance herself from him. They couldn't… they couldn't have a relationship. It just wasn't in the cards.

Unfortunately, even as Sarah was realizing that, their next mission down the pipeline required her and Chuck to go undercover to try and take down a billionaire philanthropist Lon Kirk. The man was well-known for hosting charity events… but less well-known for the way he used those charity events as a means to launder and import counterfeit American currency.

Needless to say, he needed to be taken down. That was why they had gone to his last charity event as a couple while Casey had been there disguised as the croupier. Unfortunately, Chuck had… misunderstood Sarah when she'd told him he only had one hundred to play with. The man had thought she meant one hundred dollars. Sarah had, of course, actually meant one hundred THOUSAND dollars.

In a startling display of ineptitude that very nearly ruined their entire operation, Chuck had lost all one hundred thousand dollars on a single spin. Needless to say, this hadn't impressed Kirk one bit, and the billionaire had walked away from the table. But not before catching Sarah's eye and giving her a confident, smug grin and a simple arrogant wink.

Now, what that wink did for Sarah sexually was neither here nor there. She was a CIA Agent on a mission, and ultimately, she was trained for this sort of thing. So, she'd given him a flirtatious smile and a wink back. What else was she supposed to do? Not react and let the entire mission go up in flames? If Chuck had his way, maybe. He'd certainly been pissed enough by her wink to bring it up half a dozen times since that night.

Ultimately, Sarah had decided that this was her best shot, so she'd gone over to Kirk and flirted with him directly. This had allowed her to secure a personal invitation onto his private yacht… and that was where she was now, lounging back in a tiny black bikini, accepting a drink that he'd just made and offering him a sunny smile.

"Thank you, this looks absolutely lovely."

"Not nearly as lovely as you, my dear."

The confident grin he gives her makes Sarah quiver just a bit. She covers up her reaction with a drink… or at least pretends to. Best to let him see anything honest, really. She can use her body's reactions to his Alpha Male presence against him, in the end. Still, even as she drinks with him and flirts with him, Sarah has to admit, she's feeling a little guilty about Chuck.

This wasn't all her fault, she was sure of that much, and plenty of blame could be laid at Chuck's feet for the situation they were now in… but there was no denying that she'd started all of this. If only she'd never kissed Chuck in the first place, then he wouldn't currently be pining after her so damn heavily. Oh, he'd still be pining after her, but at least he wouldn't think there was a chance of reciprocation like he did now.

Regardless, she might as well get on with the job and get this over with. She needed to start prying Lon Kirk's secrets out of him now, or else she would almost certainly end up in his bed engaging in pillow talk later this evening. Opening her mouth to begin her careful line of questioning while maintaining her cover… Sarah never actually gets the chance to start.

"Oh, that reminds me!"

Kirk suddenly snaps his fingers and reaches off to the side, pulling up a laptop and setting it on the table between them on the yacht's upper deck. Smiling politely, he turns it around to face her, revealing, to Sarah's shock and horror, Casey and Chuck, the two men currently being held in custody by Kirk's security forces as they look incredibly put out.

"It would seem your date from the other evening tried to sneak on board. Would you happen to know anything about that, my dear?"

Wincing hard, Sarah thinks fast. In the end, she needs to maintain her cover while at the same time getting Casey and Chuck out of a tight spot. So, in the end… she throws Chuck under the bus, mentally apologizing to the poor man as she lets out a loud sigh and shakes her head.

"Ugh, he doesn't know how to handle rejection! Please, Kirk… he's just another trust fund baby. Not a self-made man like you. He's harmless and honestly, so is his bodyguard from the look of things. You don't need to worry about them. Just… toss them out and let him go drink his sorrows away somewhere else."

Lon Kirk doesn't look quite convinced, so Sarah brings out the big guns. Namely, her knockers. Leaning forward where she's currently laid out on the lounge chair, Sarah pointedly presses her breasts together between her arms and gives Kirk a smoky, lusty look as she licks her lips salaciously.

"I would be so very grateful if you could do this for me. Just… get rid of Carmichael so we can go back to having fun, alright?"

After a moment more of indecision, the billionaire's lips split into a wide toothy grin and he nods.

"I find myself unable to say no to the earnest pleas of such a beautiful woman."

Sarah lets herself sag a little in relief as she watches him give his security team orders and watches Casey and Chuck get thrown off of the yacht altogether. That relief lasts until he suddenly stands up from his own chair and strides over, reaching out with utter confidence and hooking his index finger into her cleavage. As he yanks off her bikini top, Sarah gasps and flushes, but knows better than to be offended or disgusted.

In truth, his confidence is actually quite the turn on for the undercover CIA Agent. He's so deliciously arrogant, and that does naturally arouse her. But Sarah knows how to keep her eye on the prize. Still, as her gorgeous supple tits bounce free, Kirk is already moving his hand down to her bikini bottoms next. He pulls at the bowtie on the side and then tugs them away just like he did her top, leaving her entirely naked.

For her part, Sarah doesn't even hesitate to drop off of the lounge chair and onto her knees, right there on the deck of the yacht. She's woefully exposed right now, and who knows what eyes might be on her out here in the open with her bare-naked killer body on full display. But at the very least, she knows of one set of eyes upon her. Staring down at her, Kirk grins as he watches her unbuckle his belt and unbutton and unzip his pants.

"Fucking phenomenal…"

Sarah takes the compliment as it is, flashing Kirk a randy smile even as she slips one of her hands into his pants and pulls out his cock. There, she has another rather strong reaction… he's much, MUCH larger than she initially thought. Sarah's eyes go wide, and her jaw drops open as his cock flops out of the confines of his trousers and lands with a meaty SMACK across her face.

Seeing her gobsmacked, flustered expression, Kirk chuckles and reaches out, gathering up her blonde hair in a fisted ponytail as he grins down at her cockily.

"I've been told I'm quite big. Think you can handle me?"

It's not so much a question as it is a challenge. Sarah knows she doesn't have the room to say no at this point anyways. So, flashing him her sultriest, sexiest smile, the blonde CIA Agent opens wide and proceeds to take the corrupt billionaire past her lips. Only to have to open even wider a second later, because DAMN is he large and growing larger by the second!

"Hulghk… Hulghk… Hulghk…"

"That's it you tasty little tart… fucking suck my cock. Put more tongue into it, bitch!"

Sarah whimpers but does as she's told all the same, sliding her tongue along his shaft, swirling it around his cockhead whenever he pulls out enough to do so and just writhing it along the underside of his girth whenever he's forcing his way down the back of her throat. Groaning, Kirk pushes further and further, forcing her to take his cock deeper and faster by the moment.

"Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!"

Her hands are on his legs, of course, clutching to the front of his pants as he face fucks her. Drool drips down from her chin onto her naked breasts, which bounce and jiggle with the force he's using on her. But even as Sarah chokes and gags on his cock, she knows she has to sell it. She has to make it abundantly clear that she wants to be here with him, that she wants to be doing this for him. She has to get the information. In the end, it's all about the mission.

Never mind the increasing slickness down between her legs. Never mind the hoarse muffled moans reverberating up his length. So, what if Sarah Walker has a thing for dominant men doing what they want with her? She would never ever let it interfere with her mission, not in a million years.

"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

"Here it comes, bitch! Take it all! Take it all over your fucking face!"

If nothing else, Kirk is proving that even as a philanthropist, he definitely has a sexual dark side. As he pulls out and cums all over her face and tits, Sarah kneels there before him, gasping and panting and just taking it. She just needs to unearth his nonsexual dark side as well, get all of the pertinent information, and then get out.

As such, when he yanks her up by her hair and throws her face first down onto the lounge chair, Sarah doesn't resist. She doesn't fight back, even as he inserts himself into her from behind right there on the spot. As they start fucking on the deck of his yacht, Sarah can't contain the noise coming out of her throat, howling and shrieking as his massive dick splits her open like no man before him has ever managed to do.

He seriously has the largest cock she's ever been fucked by, and while Sarah HAS had toys that were almost as big as Kirk's phallus, there's such a massive undeniable difference between those and the real thing, it's not even funny. As he fucks her relentlessly, she begins to lose track of what's going on. His hand still has her hair fisted into a makeshift ponytail and he's yanking her head back with every thrust, even as his other hand spanks her ass repeatedly.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Sarah's eyes are crossed, her tongue is lolling out of her mouth. It wasn't supposed to feel this good. It had NEVER felt this good before. Perhaps that's why, as she finds herself pulled into the ecstasy and euphoric bliss that is having sex with Lon Kirk… she fails to notice that the yacht is starting to move. She completely misses it as the boat pulls out of dock and starts to leave the harbor.

She's too busy cumming again and again, squealing as she's fucked from behind by the biggest cock she's ever taken. Moaning wantonly and throatily, crying out in an unintelligible mess. She knows she's supposed to keep her wits about her, she's a CIA Agent for fuck's sake! She's been trained in seduction; she should be in control here even when he's in control.

But instead, Kirk and his stupidly large cock are stirring up her insides and driving her insane. So insane that when he lets out a particularly savage grunt and then thrusts forward and begins CUMMING INSIDE, Sarah still doesn't raise much protest beyond a single strangled moan. Though that's probably for the best, she'd blow her cover if she objected to having him creampie her at this point. She can't… she can't blow her cover. She has to think about the m-mission…

Eyes heavily lidded, body largely non responsive, Sarah shuffles along as Kirk pulls her by her hair off of the lounge chair and down below deck. She crawls on her knees mostly, whimpering the entire way, until he throws her onto the bed and begins fucking her again. Still with no idea that the ship is leaving port, the beleaguered blonde lets herself be washed away in a sea of ecstasy.

After all, she can always still get out easily once she has what she needs, right? Right?!

-x-X-x-

It's been several hours, and the CIA Agent is at the end of her rope. They've fucked all over the damn yacht at this point, and of course, by now Sarah has realized that they've gone out to sea. It's just her, Kirk, and his security forces out on the ocean. And it's not like she had a phone on that skimpy black bikini she chose to wear out to his yacht They're outside of American waters now in fact, and if she stepped even a toe out of line, all they would have to do is put a bullet in her and toss her overboard. Her body would never be found.

Now, they didn't know she was a CIA Agent, of course. If she WAS disappeared out on the ocean waves, Sarah had hope that the agency would avenge her. At the very least, Chuck and Casey would do something… right? But ultimately that was cold comfort when that would mean she was dead and gone. So, for the time being, she had to play along. She had to keep Kirk happy if she wanted to get back to land safely.

Which meant throwing herself into the sex. And truth be told, it wasn't nearly as bad as she was making it out to be. Sure, Lon Kirk was clearly a rich sociopath who always got what he wanted, and when he didn't, he made a point of forcing his way. Sure, the man was a counterfeiting money launderer who was using charity and philanthropy to enrichen himself. And sure, she was trapped out here in the middle of the ocean on his yacht, helpless to escape.

But the sex was really, really good. It was… amazing, once she really allowed herself to get into it. Not that she'd allowed much of anything the first time they'd gone at it. He'd creampied her without her consent, and she'd just taken it like the horny little blonde slut he said she was. He called her a lot of names like that, even as he fucked her on his bed, or up against the cabin wall.

Even now, Sarah is riding his cock. They're back out on the deck, and she's seen more than one security guard walk through the area and pretend not to stare at her naked body from behind their sunglasses as they passed by. Having those eyes are on her body didn't make her feel good. It made her feel like she was less than human, like she was Kirk's conquest, to be paraded around in front of his goons as much as he liked.

"O-oh God, oh fuck… hnngh~"

Laughing, Kirk rears back one of the hands he currently has groping her ass and gives it a harsh SMACK, causing Sarah to tense up beautifully, the blonde CIA Agent stiffening atop him before shuddering her way through another explosive orgasm.

"Yeah, that's right slut. You like it, don't you? Like my big fat cock. Bet it's bigger than that trust fund boyfriend you gave yourself over to spare."

Sarah shudders, whimpering as she hangs her head. So, Kirk knew some of the truth, or at least thought he did. He understood that she'd sacrificed herself to save Chuck and Casey's lives, he just didn't understand who she was or who they were. That was… that was good. She could work with this.

"It… I-it is big, Kirk. You're so fucking bi-ah!"

SLAP!

He backhands her across the face then, pimp slapping her as she continues to bounce up and down on his cock.

"You can call me 'Sir' or nothing at all, is that understood slut?"

A shudder runs through Sarah at his domineering tone, her aforementioned fetish for being taken and fucked silly by domineering men coming fully to the forefront. It wasn't like she would let herself lose complete track of the mission or anything… but her best undercover ops had always been when the scumbag she was trying to take down got exceptionally handsy with her. Or when she needed to seduce someone's security, and they wanted a go at her before she could get closer to the actual mark.

Getting roughed up and fucked HARD was one of Sarah's favorite past times, but she never let it get in the way of the mission. Unfortunately, the mission was practically fubared at this point. She hadn't even managed to ask him any questions, because despite them going at it for several hours, there'd been very little cuddling and next to no 'pillow talk'. He wasn't just big-dicked, he was INSATIABLE. And whenever he did take a break from fucking her in order to take a piss or get a drink or a snack, well, Sarah was usually recovering from an hour plus of nonstop sex and in no position to talk to him during said break.

Still, she knew she had no choice but to play along. So even as she builds her way to another orgasm, the blonde CIA Agent looks down at the man she's riding cowgirl right now with heavily lidded eyes and o-shaped lips and answers him respectfully, just as he desires.

"Y-Yes sir…"

Palming both of her ass cheeks again, groping and squeezing at her rump until she has no doubt it'll be deeply bruised by the next day, Kirk grins viciously.

"That's what I like to hear, cunt. Now, answer me about earlier. How do I measure up to that little boy toy of yours, huh?"

Shuddering, it takes Sarah a moment to remember that he means Chuck. Not that it would matter if she thought he was talking about… anyone else, really. None of the men Sarah had ever slept with, be they boyfriends or targets, could possibly compare to the thick, long log of cock meat that she was currently impaling herself on again and again and again. And frankly, even though she'd never slept with Chuck, Sarah knew without a doubt in her mind that he wouldn't measure up to Kirk either.

That all said, it was actually pretty easy to answer the big-dicked billionaire.

"Y-You're so much bigger, sir. Your cock… it's the biggest I've ever had, s-sir!"

Chuckling, Kirk nods as if that's exactly what he expected, even as he sneers up at her, suddenly deciding to reach up and tweak one of her nipples. As he pinches, pulls, and twists her nipple, Sarah cries out, spasming atop his cock, experiencing a mini-orgasm at the mixture of pleasure and pain from the sudden assault on her chest.

"Damn right it is… but is it the best? Size is one thing… how's my technique?"

Blinking blearily, having a hard time even THINKING right now, let alone speaking, Sarah mewls for a moment incomprehensibly. Only for Kirk to grab her by both of her nipples and tweak them, pinching and twisting. This time, her cry is a lot louder, filling the air as she cums right there on the spot atop his dick on the deck of his yacht.

"G-Good, sir! Y-You're amazing!"

Laughing, clearly enjoying himself the big bully, Kirk stops twisting her nipples at least, settling for palming her breasts and groping, squeezing, and mauling her tits as she continues to ride him of her own volition. He's thrusting up into her from below, of course, but Sarah is doing a good ninety percent of the work, there's no doubt about that. And yet, she can't bring herself to stop bouncing up and down on his big, fat, juicy cock.

"Oh? Why don't you elaborate for me, pet? Tell me what you like most about my technique."

Flustered beyond hell, trying to keep up the act while also leaking through more and more of her real lustful, depraved feelings, Sarah whimpers and tries to put it into words without completely humiliating herself. Ultimately, she fails.

"B-Because of how rough you are, s-sir. I like… I love being manhandled and t-told what to do! I love being pinned down and f-fucked, sir!"

That gets a feral grin from Kirk, who abruptly lifts himself up and wraps his arms back around her body as he puts them chest to chest. His mouth closes on her mouth and he kisses her rather violently, one hand going to the back of her head to make sure that even in the ensuing squirming, she's not going to get to go anywhere. Sarah whimpers and wiggles and writhes, but ultimately there's nothing she can do but take it as his tongue forces its way into her mouth and practically down the back of her throat.

Dominating her orally and vaginally, Kirk uses his other hand on her ass to bounce her up and down on his lap all the harder and faster, until finally, she cums one last time and a moment later feels it as she apparently takes him with her. His seed spills out into her womb, filling her to the brim as he's done multiple times already over the last several hours.

Even as the beleaguered blonde takes this latest creampie without complaint, she knows that she shouldn't be allowing it to happen. She knows that unprotected sex like what she's doing with Kirk is wrong, especially with a criminal. What's she going to do if he knocks her up, after all? Visit her baby daddy in prison once the mission is over and she has to lock him up?

Still, she also knows she can't just ask Kirk for condoms. He would never allow it, and he's so very clearly dominating their relationship in every way manageable, most of all sexual. Of course, there's also a part of Sarah that likes it. The creampies, the sensation of his cum filling her just like his cock has been. Because of his massive size, he's able to inject his white, hot seed deeper into her than any man before him.

They makeout for what feels like an eternity after he finishes cumming, but eventually they do have to both come up for air. As Kirk pulls back, still holding her by her blonde hair, using his grip to force her head to remain absolutely still, exercising his dominance over her, he gives her a wicked, evil grin.

"Well then, if you like it rough, if you like being treated like the cum dump you are… you'll be happy to know that we're going to be out to sea for the next few weeks and I'll be happy to use you as much as I possibly can. I'm looking forward to this arrangement quite a bit…"

He has her. He has her dead to rights, and even if he doesn't know who and what she really is, Sarah doesn't dare step out of line. Anything can happen at sea… so… so she'll just have to continue being his willing little love slave until she can get back to land. It'll… it'll be fine.

As he pulls her back into another soul-searing, domineering kiss, Sarah melts into it, wrapping her arms around his neck and moaning into his mouth as they swap spit and his tongue wrestles her tongue into submission. She submits wholly and utterly, letting herself go for the time being. Best to just fall completely into things, right? She could worry about the mission whenever they get back to land. For now… she might as well enjoy herself.

-x-X-x-

As she stares at herself in the mirror, looking at how another bikini sits on her tits, hips, and ass, Sarah Walker bites her lower lip, worrying it between her teeth. She knows she's in deep shit now. It's been the several weeks that Kirk said, and she stopped fighting it a long time ago. And honestly? She's never been happier.

She knows it's wrong, she knows she should be remembering her training… but she can't help but love every last moment she's spent getting fucked by Kirk's big fat cock. The billionaire is just so damn good at rocking her world and being trapped on his yacht with just him and his men all this time has done a number on her psyche. It's not like he's shared her with his security forces or anything like that, he's kept her entirely to himself… but the implication is there.

Beyond the times where she's just flat out naked and getting fucked by him either in his cabin or on the yacht's top deck, the only thing Sarah has been allowed to wear are skimpy little bikinis that leave practically nothing to the imagination. She's been Kirk's blonde eye candy fuck toy all this time, and honestly, it's a little startling just how many bikinis he had for her to go through.

Right now, she's struggling in two ways. One, she's struggling to find a bikini that she hasn't worn before, in order to continue to 'wow' and impress him. Two, she's struggling with the fitting. As she's currently working on fitting her tits and hips into a leopard print bikini that she hasn't worn yet and she's pretty sure Kirk is really going to like, Sarah finds herself frowning at her reflection in the mirror.

Her tits are filling out the top half of the bikini a lot more these days, to the point that they're practically spilling out the sides. Her hips aren't much better, with the bikini bottoms almost feeling like they're pinching her flesh. She shouldn't even have flab down there… and the more she looks, the more she sees how her once rock-hard and pristine abdomen has turned completely soft.

There's an idea starting to niggle at the back of her mind, but before the blonde can fully process and accept it, the man himself slips into place behind her, sliding his hands onto her hips and then up her body as he hugs her from behind. For her part, Sarah immediately relaxes back into his hug, having been conditioned at this point to equate mind-numbing ecstasy and pleasurable bliss with his touch.

Chuckling, Kirk slides one hand up to massage one of her tits through the leopard print bikini top, while the other slips down her belly and into the front of her bikini bottoms, fingering her on the spot. As she begins to mewl and moan, her pussy juices rapidly starting to flow down his fingers, he nibbles at one of her ears, his hot breath ghosting across the nape of her neck.

"You noticed yet, bitch? Or do I get to be the one to announce the good news?"

Blinking in confusion, not quite ready to accept the truth yet, Sarah just stares at Kirk in the mirror in confusion. He grins in response.

"You're pregnant. I'm the father, of course."

Sarah sputters at that, outwardly so very surprised and wide-eyed in shock. Inwardly though… she knew it already, she realizes. Even as she shakes her head and tries to deny it, she knows deep down inside that he's telling the truth. Of course, he overrules her objections with a small slap to her pussy mound, silencing her as he chuckles some more.

"You might be asking how I knew. I had some of your blood drawn while you were passed out a couple weeks back. Just got the results confirmed."

He's as confidence and cocky as ever and despite knowing that he's a liar, that he's a counterfeiting money launderer, Sarah believes him on this. She believes he's telling the truth, that he knows what he's talking about, that she is indeed pregnant with his child. She believes it… but she doesn't quite know what to say about it at first.

"This was a good choice… perhaps too good. Mm, I simply cannot help myself."

Giving a rueful laugh at his own joke, Kirk pulls his hand away from her pussy and out of her bikini bottoms, only to push her forward so she's bent over at an obtuse angle at the waist. Even as Sarah is gasping, he's slipping her leopard print bikini aside and thrusting into her from behind. His hands go to her arms soon after, pulling them behind her back as he begins to fuck her in a standing doggystyle.

Staring at herself in the mirror, watching herself get fucked from behind and watching the explosion of unadulterated ecstasy that crosses her face, Sarah realizes she's lost. Or maybe… maybe she's been found. This wasn't the mission. She was never supposed to spend weeks out at sea getting railed by the biggest dick of her life. She certainly wasn't supposed to end up knocked up and bred by that cock either.

The agency could take care of it all for her, whenever she finally got back to land. They could deal with such… inconveniences with relative ease. And they would force her to, in fact, if she went back to them as she was now. There was no way they would allow her to keep Lon Kirk's baby for herself, especially after she helped take him down and lock him away, as was her mission.

But what if… what if she just didn't complete her mission? Like… ever? Staring at herself in the standing mirror, watching her face contort in pleasure as she gets fucked from behind, watching her enlarged breasts bounce and jiggle in the leopard print bikini top, Sarah realizes that she could just stay. Of course, the CIA would continue to come after her baby's daddy, if she did nothing about it. Which meant she would have to come clean to him…

As Kirk groans and cums inside of her yet again, filling her from behind and sending her through another explosive, mind-breaking orgasm, Sarah takes it like the champ she is, and then the moment he's not inside of her anymore and has let go of her arms, the blonde drops to her knees and turns around, taking his messy cock and slipping it up between her cleavage, under the leopard print bikini top she's wearing.

"Sir…"

Blinking down at her as she begins to give him a titjob with her newly enlarged chest, Kirk raises an eyebrow questioningly. Blushing profusely, Sarah forges ahead.

"I want… I w-want to stay with you. I want to be your baby mama. I want to be your slut, your cunt, your cum dump for as long as you'll have me."

Grinning, Kirk runs a hand through her hair and chuckles.

"It's cute that you thought you had a choice, pet."

Sarah shudders in orgasmic ecstasy at hearing those words. Perhaps most any other woman would be disgusted, turned off, and afraid. But for her, hearing him tell her that he was never going to let her go in the first place… it's music to the broken agent's ears.

"But s-sir… there's something else you should know."

He cocks his head to the side, curious, and listens. And so, Sarah tells him everything. She tells him what's coming for him, she tells him that they won't just let her go. She submits the last parts of her, pledging her loyalty to him and only him and discarding her fealty to the old organizations and people from her past life.

When she's done, Sarah isn't surprised by his silence, nor by the way he gathers up her blonde locks and pulls his cock out from between her breasts in order to fuck her face. As he begins to gag and choke her on his massive, magnificent member, Sarah takes it like the little bitch she's become, recognizing it as her penance.

"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

Of course, what she'll never find out is that Kirk knew who and what she was the whole time. What she'll never know, because she just blabbed all her secrets and discarded the need for him to ever tell her, is that he was well aware of the dangerous femme fatale he had in his midst all this time. If she had known that he knew who she was… she'd probably be even more turned on, frankly.

It took a certain level of confidence to believe his big cock and domineering sexual technique would be enough to out-seduce and ultimately break a CIA Agent. And frankly, if it had been any other, he might not have succeeded. Sarah Walker though, was a special treat, a submissive bitch who loved it rough and wanted nothing more than to be taken and forced to submit in the end.

He was the first one who had properly tamed the sexy blonde agent and made her into his baby mama though. And if Lon Kirk had anything to say about it, he would be the last one as well.

-x-X-x-

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