Agent Tessa Sullivan got a call from CIA Director Charles Hendricks about a job. He needed someone that wasn’t on his core team, someone the mob had no idea about. Her assignment was to work with Agent Joe Welch again and his crew to help take down the Bosseri crime family. She was to be their day-to-day contact. She hadn’t seen Joe in probably six years. Had it been that long already? Shit.
She set up a meeting with Joe at his place to catch up and go over what he needed and what he was looking for. It was good to see him again, and of course, he fucked her up and down and back and forth in that apartment. Just like old times. Once she attained her post nut clarity, they discussed what the job was. She perched her head on her hand and eyed him. He was laid back on the bed, both arms behind his head with his eyes closed.
“Joe?” she asked softly. He opened one eye and looked over at her.
“Hmm? You wanna go again, Sully?” She laughed.
“Mm, I still can’t feel my legs, so not yet, big boy,” she said as she patted his arm. A small chuckle drifted out of him as he turned on his side to look at her. “What’s the job? I know it’s intel you need, but give me some specifics.”
“We need you or one of your contacts to get in with the Bosseri family. We need more surveillance and maybe another undercover agent that can keep their cool.”
“Aren’t you working with another UC?”
“We were. Dude blew his cover, and they blew his top.”
“Ah, that makes sense. Alright, once I get back home, I will get a plan together to get you what you need. It might take a hot minute to get the information, but I’ll get it for you.”
“I know. You always come through,” he said before he kissed her forehead.
Two weeks later, Tessa got off the elevator in the swanky office building. She found the floor for Joe and his squad. There were only three people in the small office. Two men in suits and a blonde woman pecking away at a keyboard. One of the suited men greeted her.
“Hi, can I help you?”
“Hi, I’m looking for Joe.” Joe rounded the corner and saw her.
“Hey Sully!” He strode over to her to give her a quick side squeeze. The guy who greeted her gave Joe a suspicious look, and the other gave him a shit-eating grin. The woman looked up from her clacking on the keyboard.
“Hey Joe, I got you what you needed,” she said as she held up a folder and flash drive.
“Thanks,” he said as he took the files and handed them to the guy who greeted her.
“This is Tessa Sullivan. Tessa, this is a fraction of my team. Gregory Rafferty, he gestured to the man in black,” Greg nodded to her, “and that’s Dean Stahlings,” he said as he pointed to the man in the blue suit.
“Hello.”
“And that there is Angelica Henley.” Angelica gave her a small wave and smile. “Sully here has been doing some digging and infiltration for us.”
“The drive contains all the photos we could get and I have dossiers and some of their lesser know associates.”
“Can this wait? I had a big night planned with Bridgette,” said Gregory.
“Yeah, yeah,” Joe waved his hand.
“I’ve got my kid tonight. I’ll call Charles on the way home and give him a heads up,” said Dean.
“Sully and I can go over the paper files tonight to see what she got.” Sully raised an eyebrow at Joe. Dean gave Joe a knowing smile.
“I’m sure there will be many things you will go over,” he chuckled.
“Alright, alright. You guys can fuck off now,” Joe said as he gestured to the door. Dean and Angelica giggled as they rounded the corner out the door. Greg just side-eyed Joe as he followed the other two out. Tessa turned to Joe.
“I ain’t doing your homework for you, Joe,” she said as she playfully socked him in the shoulder. “Where’s the booze in this joint?” Joe just smirked at her as he followed her into the space. She spun around to look at him as she walked backward. “Pretty fancy digs. Who’d you have to fuck to get into this kind of joint?” Joe gave her a full laugh.
“The perks of working for the government, I suppose.”
“Look at you, a g-man again.”
“Hey, they don’t own me.”
“No, they just hold your leash.”
“I run the missions.”
“With their approval, yes?”
“You’re on thin ice, Sully. Shut it.” Tessa leaned up against Gregory’s desk.
“Why don’t you come shut it for me?” Joe smirked before he strode over to her. Tessa looked up at him with hungry eyes.
“Tsk, tsk, you sure are a mouthy one, aren’t you?”
“Well, you’d better put it to good use…” Tessa said before her hand rubbed his growing cock in his jeans. Joe’s hand wound in her long black hair as his mouth crushed into hers. His other hand pushed her body against his. Tessa ground her body against him as their tongues grappled, messy and hot. She still caressed him through his jeans, his cock now hard and ready. She pulled away and smirked at him.
“What?” he questioned her.
“I thought you were gonna shut me up?”
“On your knees then.” Tessa dropped to her knees as Joe worked to unbuckle his pants and free his cock. Before he could even pull his cock completely out, Tessa reached for it, wrapping her hand around the shaft, pulling it the rest of the way from his boxers, and wrapped her lips around the head. She loved the way his cock filled her mouth and how he tasted, always so eager for him. She hummed as she slid her mouth up and down his shaft while her hand twisted around it. “Fuck, love, you’re too good at that,” Joe whispered as he buried one hand in her hair.
“Mmm,” Tessa hummed in response as she flicked her eyes up to watch Joe’s face. His eyes were closed, and his mouth hung open. Her hand and hot mouth worked in tandem from tip to balls. Her pace was quick, and she applied firm pressure.
“Babe…” Joe muttered, but she ignored him. “Tessa…” again she ignored him as she sucked and stroked him. His hand in her hair tightened, and he pulled her off his cock. “Tessa, you keep sucking me like that, I’m gonna come. Don’t you want me to fuck that pretty little cunt of yours?”
Tessa gave the tip of his cock a lazy but defiant lick before she stood. Her hand was still around the shaft and gave it a few slow strokes before she leaned up and brushed her lips along Joe’s ear.
“Fuck me, Joe,” she whispered. She didn’t have to tell him twice. He grabbed her ass, hauled her up, and set her on Gregory’s desk. Joe pushed her down into a lying position across the desk as his hands worked at the button and zipper on her jeans.
He stripped her pants and panties off in a few hard tugs, leaving her open and exposed. He gripped her thighs and pulled her ass to the edge of the desk, and he dropped to his knees. Joe buried his face in her cunt, making her gasp. As his tongue played over her clit and folds, Tessa’s hands flailed, searching for something to hold on to, knocking everything off the desk. Papers, folders, and pencils went crashing to the floor in a crescendo of desperation.
“Joe, fuck,” she moaned as she buried one hand in his black, messy hair. She ground her pussy against his mouth. “Make me come,” she pleaded. Joe switched up his game and slipped two thick fingers into her dripping cunt as his tongue still worried at her clit. The combination of sensations nearly sent her over the edge.
It didn’t take long before Tessa was writhing under Joe’s touch, her orgasm shuddering through her. “Fuck,” she muttered as the waves receded, but Joe’s hand and mouth continued until she was a whimpering and trembling mess. Her hands pushed at his head, trying to get him to stop his ministrations. “J-Joe… too much…” she mumbled breathlessly. He pulled away and looked at her from between her legs.
“Not so mouthy now, huh?” he teased.
“Fuck you, Joe,” she said without even looking at him. He laughed.
“That’s my girl.” Joe rose from his knees and loomed over her. “Look at you, you’re so pretty all breathless and ruddy while your sweet cunt is just begging for it.”
“Oh my god, Joe,” she whined as her cheeks reddened even more.
“What’s the matter? Don’t you like it when I say nasty things?” Tessa didn’t answer, and Joe ran his fingers through her wet slit. “Oh, look at that. You’re fucking soaked for me. I think you do like it?”
“Shut up and fuck me already, Joe!” she demanded.
“Tsk, tsk, such language,” he scolded. Tessa just shot him a look. Joe grabbed her hips and manhandled her into a new position. She was now on her stomach on the desk with her ass in the air. He massaged the fleshy globes of her ass, pressing her cheeks together, so they also squeezed her pussy lips, forcing her arousal to seep from her slit. “Look at that, your cunt’s just drooling for it,” he said before he leaned back and tapped his meaty dick on her pussy.
He teased the head of his cock through her folds. Tessa began to say something, but he cut her off by burying his cock in her pussy, making her gasp.
“Fuck,” she panted. Joe’s cock stretched and filled her so perfectly. Fuck, she never realized how much she’d missed this. Joe’s hips pulled back and speared her again, hard. The impact of his body made hers rock. “Yes, fuck. Harder, Joe,” she gritted out as she gripped the edge of the desk.
“You always did like it rough,” he said as he gripped her hips with a bruising pressure before he pounded into her again.
“Yes, like that. Fuck…” she whined. The sound of sweaty flesh slapping flesh, Joe’s grunts, and Tessa’s moans filled the office. The force of his thrusts rocked the desk, leaving black scuffs on the floor. His pace slowed for a moment so he could hoist her leg up on the edge of the desk, opening her up to him even more. Reaching between her legs, Joe collected some of her slick on his fingers before he laid his hand on her ass.
He smeared her sweetness across her asshole before his thumb pushed in. The pressure of his cock in her pussy and his digit in her ass made her moan louder. Fuck. It nearly sent her over the edge right then. If he touched her clit too, she’d come undone completely.
“Oh, my—fuuuck… Yes, yes, yes…” she chanted, unable to form any coherent thoughts. No thoughts, only sensation. Joe picked up his pace again, slamming into her as he eased his thumb in and out of her ass. “Like that… yes, yes…” she whimpered as her hips pushed back to meet his.
They continued to slam into one another, and Joe continued to thumb her ass. Tessa’s breathing and moans shifted, and he could tell she was nearing the apex of her orgasm.
“You gonna come for me?” he asked her. Tessa nodded against the desk, and Joe’s hand slapped her ass, making her yelp. “Your words, Tessa. Use ‘em,” he commanded. “Are you gonna be a good girl and come for me?”
“Yes… fuck, Joe, please.”
“Then come,” he said as his right hand left her ass and moved to grip her at her hip. His other hand reached between her legs to glide over her clit. Just that single touch combined with his hard thrusts was all she needed to send her hurtling over the edge into pure pleasure. She convulsed as her climax rolled through her.
Tessa’s cunt pulsed and gripped at Joe’s cock, pulling him over the edge with her. He came with a grunt as his cock erupted inside her. He continued to pound into her, fucking his cum even deeper. When his cock had emptied and given all it could, Joe pulled out slowly. Her cunt continued to quiver around him, her muscles squeezing him.
“Fuck,” he panted. “Your cunt didn’t want to let my cock go.” Tessa giggled and lifted her head to look at him.
“She knows how good you fuck and wanted more.” Joe’s eyebrows reached for his hairline.
“Is that right?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“You give me a smoke break and I’ll fuck you till this desk gives out.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Joe.”
He kept that promise. Joe fucked Tessa up and down and backward and forward in the office. Somewhere in the small hours of the morning, they finally collapsed into sleep on the couch in the corner of the office, with Joe’s coat draped over their nude bodies.
They were awoken by the sound of the door opening and an angry voice.
“What the fuck is this?!” Gregory stood in front of his askew, destroyed desk, the contents of the top strewn about the floor. Joe lifted his head from the sofa.
“Oh, sorry Greg.”
“Sorry?! You fuck all over my desk and wreck my shit, and you’re sorry?! You’re unsanitary assholes. I don’t have enough Lysol for this shit,” Gregory yelled as he threw his hands up and stormed out.
In the doorway stood Dean and Angelica, both wearing shit-eating grins.
“Did you even look at the files?” asked Dean. “Or did you only go over each other?”
Joe just flipped him the bird.
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