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I thread my fingers through her hair, gripping it tight in what looks like a messy ponytail, and I start guiding her face down my length. Up and down. Faster, then slower. Finding that perfect rhythm where she's choking on me just right.

I was long gone for this woman, but having her like this, on her knees with my cock buried in her mouth, and tears starting to gather in her eyes, is way better than the mental picture I’ve had for months.

I push her deeper, just a bit, just until I hit the back of her throat. She gags, a beautiful, choking sound, but she doesn't stop. She's loving this. Her hands move lower, stroking what she can't fit in her mouth, and that's all it takes. I can feel myself tightening, “Mia, I’m about to come, so you need to stop or⁠—”

She doesn't pull away. Instead, she doubles down, sucking harder, and her hands start playing lower. Stroking and touching all of me while she sucks. That’s it for me. I feel it when my cum fills her mouth.

When I'm done, and completely drained, she sits back on her heels, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. With a smirk on her face that is absolutely lethal.

“You have no idea what you just did to me.”

“Oh, I think I do, Sergeant.”

I pull her up, back onto the couch, into my arms.

I kiss her slowly, and one kiss leads to another…

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Mia

We're still curled together on the couch when his mouth finds mine again.

This kiss is different. It feels hungrier.

His hand slides down my side, over my hip, and then he's cupping my breast, squeezing it hard. I gasp into his mouth, and he swallows the sound. His thumb brushes over my nipple, and I arch into him, desperate for more. “George⁠—”

“I know, sweetheart,” he murmurs against my lips. “I know.” His hand drops lower, gripping my waist and pulling me so tight against him I can feel his heartbeat. His kiss is absolutely filthy. His tongue dominates mine, taking what he wants, and heat is pooling between my thighs. I can feel myself getting wet. My thighs press together involuntarily.

And of course, he notices.

His hand slides down and he grips my thigh, spreading my legs open with his knee. The pressure is right there, and his muscular thigh is pressing against me through my underwear. I'm practically vibrating.

“Oh fuck,” I breathe.

He grins against my mouth. “That's it,” he says, his voice rough. “Take what you need.”

I don't think twice. I'm moving against him, my hips rolling, grinding down on his tight, feeling the friction through the thin fabric of my underwear. It feels incredible, and I'm so close already. His mouth moves to my neck, and he's sucking hard enough to leave marks.

He pulls the shirt up, exposing me, and takes my nipple into his mouth. Sucking. Biting. I cry out, hips rolling faster against his thigh.

I can feel him getting hard beneath me. His cock pressing against my hips through his sweats. The knowledge that I'm doing this to him, that he wants me this badly, makes everything hotter.

“George,” I gasp. “I need⁠—”

“I know what you need.”

I don't even have time to process what's happening before his hands are clamping down on my hips. Gripping them hard, and then he's moving me. Throwing me so hard, I land on my hands and knees on the couch, breath knocked out of me.

“Stay like that,” he commands.

His voice is completely different now. Dark and rough. A version of George I've never heard or seen before. This is a side of him I didn't know existed.

I feel his hands on my thighs, and he's spreading them wider, positioning me exactly how he wants me. I'm so exposed, utterly vulnerable, completely at his mercy.

God, I love it.

I hear him move behind me, feel his hands hook into my underwear. He pulls them down slowly. Until they're around my knees, then gone completely. The air hits my wet skin, and I shiver.