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My fingers slide into her hair and grip it firmly, keeping her pinned to me as I fuck her face, taking everything I give her. One of her hands cups my balls and they draw up knowing what’s coming. Fuck, I’m desperate for it, for that feeling that only she has ever given me.

She dips her finger into the whisky beside us, which thankfully hasn’t spilt, and slides it between my ass cheeks. I let my legs widen, ensuring she can do what she needs.

Hell, what I need.

Her finger breaches my hole, and my dick shoots a jet of pre-cum at the sensations that overload me.

“Ah, shit, baby girl, you’re going to make Daddy come so hard.”

She groans around me, the vibrations pushing me even closer. My fingers tighten in her hair as I feel myself nearing release.

“Don’t swallow this time. Remember I want to see my cum filling your filthy mouth.” Her finger pushes deep and holds, pressing against a spot that has me unloading down her throat as my orgasm pulses through me.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant as my hips thrust through my release.

She chokes and splutters around my throbbing dick, but she doesn’t let me go. No, she holds me in her mouth like the good little slut she is.

I pull on her hair, lifting her gaze to my own. “Show me,” I order.

She pops off me and opens her mouth, letting me see every drop of my cum. Her mouth is filled with me and it’s so fucking hot.

“Good girl, baby.” I stroke along her hair, smoothing the strands I’d mussed with my fingers. “Do you want to swallow it?”

She nods at me, her eyes glazed with her own need.

“Then swallow, baby girl, you earned it.” I reach for the whisky, take another sip, and pull her up my body so we’re chest to chest, her erect nipples pressing against me. I smash my lips to hers and kiss her with the whisky in my mouth, giving her what she asked for.

Whisky and me.

Chapter Twenty-three

Hudson

We fell asleep outside, my arms wrapped around Mia as she’d lain sprawled across my chest. It wasn’t for long, but it was enough for me to know that we’re both feeling this. Whateverthisis. We’re comfortable around each other in a way neither of us have been with previous sexual partners.

It made me realize that I’m totally screwed when it comes to her.

She’s mine. Forever.

She’s currently in my kitchen swaying her hips to the music as she cooks us something she said was both quick and delicious.

She has a few clothes at mine now and she’s currently got a little pair of shorts and a cropped vest on. Her tits are bare underneath and jiggle every time she shimmies.

I’m mesmerized. Completely and utterly captivated by her beauty, her energy. By her.

As she dances, I sit at the breakfast bar with my laptop open in front of me, trying to arrange the jet to London. It’s taking longer than I thought, thanks to a dark-haired distraction that I can’t seem to take my eyes off for longer than a minute.

“Is that your top-secret mission you’re doing on there?” She nods toward the laptop in front of me.

“Trying to. Someone keeps distracting me.” She spins to face me, a look of mock shock on her face.

“How am I distracting you?” I merely raise my eyebrow at her and look her up and down. “I can’t help it if you’re a pervert.”

“When it comes to you, I’m everything.”

“Aww the big bad biker’s got it bad.”

Damn right I do, baby girl.