Page 20 of Allegiance

It was a familiar feeling that brought him peace.

Had someone told him that he’d fall in love again, with a mercenary, he would have laughed or punched them in the face.

Yet, here he was.

Crazy about her.

As that warmth built, he closed his eyes, and he smelled her. Eve’s flesh called to him, and that spicy scent of whatever perfume she used was burned into his memory.

And he liked it.

As she worked his erection hard, he moaned in pleasure. It felt so damn good to have her mouth on his body.

Nothing felt like it.

It was perfect.

And he’d missed it.

He heard her voice, and when he opened his eyes, she was still blowing him in earnest.

But he still heard her all around him.

“Let me take care of you. If you can’t take care of me, let me be the one who saves you, Dakota. I’ll get the job done.”

God.

He needed to be saved.

There was no doubt that he was one hot mess on a good day. Lately, he’d been a wreck. He’d been divided into two. The part before Eve, and the part after Eve. Holding himself together was getting more and more difficult with each passing day.

As she blew him, his balls ached, and his belly burned in need. He watched his erection slipping between her perfect lips as she stared up at him.

Holy shit.

He was going to cum.

He’d recalled the last two times that he was buried balls deep in her, and it had been almost impossible.

So difficult to walk away.

So difficult not to explode.

So difficult not to cum in her like he owned her.

And now, she had him by the balls, literally, and was in control of everything.

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t like everything about this woman.

He did.

Way.

Too.

Much.

As she milked his dick with her mouth, he whimpered in pleasure. The wetness coated his balls and got the front of his jeans wet.