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GEORGIA

“Holy fuck.” Alexei’s head falls back, eyes closed. “I’m never going to stop thinking about this. Jesus Christ, Georgia.”

God, same. Seeing him tortured, agonized, completely at my mercy is the best thing I’ve ever seen. I’m wet, aching between my legs, but taking his cock to the back of my throat is a different kind of pleasure. In my hand, he is hot, heavy, and thick.

He looks down, his eyes dark and glazed, and holds my gaze as his hips begin to move, thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth. Like I expected, he’s almost too big.

It’s heaven. I haven’t gone down on a guy in years, but I could do this for hours with Alexei. I’m not thinking about being detached, I’m not wondering where this is going, I’m just... having fun.

His eyes taunt me. “Don’t forget to suck.”

That resistant, playful feeling rises in me, but his hand comes to the back of my head, he pushes himself into my mouth, and I don’t think about it, I just apply suction to his cock and watch his expression melt into pleasure.

“Good fucking girl, Georgia,” he whispers, eyes closed. “Just like that, sweetheart.”

A shiver runs through me, landing between my legs, and my eyelids flutter. Around his thick cock, I moan. I hate being told what to do, and I hate how much I enjoy being rewarded by him. I hate that I love it when he calls me sweetheart.

“I knew you’d be incredible at this.” He casts a possessive look down at me, eyes hot with need. “I knew you’d make me lose my mind with that smart mouth. Keep going, Hellfire. Make me come.”

We find a rhythm that has his jaw tensing and his breath turning ragged. His fingers flex on my scalp. Watching him unravel is intoxicating. Between my legs, my center throbs, desperate for attention. My nipples beg to be touched. This is too good, though, seeing Alexei lose it because of me.

His grip on my hair tightens and I relax my mouth to take him deeper.

He rewards me with a desperate look I never thought I’d see from him, but which I’m already addicted to.

Deep down, I love him fucking my mouth like this.

The version of me from three months ago would be shrieking in outrage that he has me under his thumb like this. It’s different now, though.

“I’m going to come in your mouth,” he groans through clenched teeth, burning me with his gaze. I make another humming noise of acknowledgment and just as he swells in my mouth, I slow down, sucking harder. He makes a hoarse, agonized noise of surprise before filling my mouth with his release.

I’ve never swallowed in my life—it’s never appealed to me—but Alexei comes in my mouth and I want this to be the best he’s ever had. Long after we divorce, I want him to think of this. I want him to compare every blow job for the rest of his life to this one.

He holds my gaze while I swallow. His chest rises and falls fast with his breathing, his eyes are clouded with lust, and he looks at me like he can’t believe we’re doing this.

My heart skips a beat, but before I can say anything, he hauls me over his shoulder, and carries me upstairs.