CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

It wasn't until mid day that FBI Agent Snyder's eyes lazily dragged open. He was feeling spent, and his groin ached.

Sitting up on the bed, he noticed that the room was a sorry mess, with clothes littered on the floor, the bed covers dragged to one side and the smell of sweat and sex in the air.

He and Mindi had stayed up for most of the night, pleasuring and digging into each other, and now, as he made to get up, his mind flashed back to the previous night's events.

After she'd sucked him expertly for a good period of time, driving him crazy and messing with his brain with the way she'd repeatedly rolled her tongue around the tip of his cock, where it was most sensitive, and played with his balls, electrifying every inch of him, Mindi had proceeded to give him the longest, hardest ride of his life.

She'd taken him raw inside her, not minding the risks of possible pregnancy, and had twerked on him, while making sure that his dick was still thrusting into her.

Then, when he couldn't