“Now, get on the bed,” Miles instructed.

Sugar did as she was told but teased over her shoulder, “You don’t have to be so bossy.”

She squeaked as he delivered a playful smack to her bare ass. She glanced back, catching his wink and a sly grin.

Unable to resist, she returned his smile.

She crawled further onto the bed, settling among his pillows against the headboard, biting her bottom lip as she admired him as he stood at the edge of the bed. He removed his shirt, revealing his tattooed body.

His intense gaze on her held her captive as he stripped down to his gray boxer briefs that clung perfectly to his body. She trailed her attention down to the outline of his thick erection straining against the fabric.

Geez.

Sugar gulped at the sight of him. His length was even more impressive in person, and she hadn’t even gotten a close-up view of it yet.

A burning desire took over her.

Now, all she wanted to do was get a proper look.

“Take it off. I want to see you.”

A devilish grin spread across his lips. “Take what off, sweetheart? You’ve gotta be more specific.”

“You know what I want, Miles. Take it off,” she ordered, adding, “right now.”

His grin widened. “Who’s bein’ bossy now?”

“Me,” she replied, playfully tapping a finger on her chin. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but aren’t soldiers supposed to follow orders?”

“You ain’t wrong.”

Arching a delicate eyebrow, she added, “Then take them off, soldier.”

He obeyed with a nod, giving her a playful, “Ma’am, yes, ma’am,” paired with a smile that made her wet pussy throb. As he slid off the boxer briefs, his cock sprang free, and the sight of it incited an approving moan from her.

The bed dipped under his weight as he joined her, grabbing her left ankle and dragging her down to him.

Sugar squealed as he pulled her beneath him, his eyes dark with intent.

“Much better,” he purred, leaning in to claim her lips. But she pressed her palms against his chest and flipped him onto his back. His bearded face showed surprise as she straddled him triumphantly.

“I win.”

His surprise shifted into intrigue. “Pray tell, what’s the prize?”

Bracing her hands on either side of his head, she leaned down to whisper in his ear, “Tasting you.”

A deep groan rumbled in Miles’s chest as she flicked her tongue against his earlobe, delighting in the sound she had drawn from him.

Sugar kissed and nibbled her way down his neck and across his chest, tracing the heart-shaped outline of his “kiss the chef” tattoo before finally making her way to one of his nipples. She teased it with gentle bites and licks. She glanced up at him as she raked her teeth across his hard peak.

Bliss rippled across his face.

Miles let out another deep, pleasured noise as she explored further, pushing her to go on. Sugar's head swam with a sense of pride. Lance would never have let her take control like this, but Miles was nothing like her ex-husband.

She slid down his body, leaving a trail of soft kisses until she kneeled between his legs. The sight of his hard cock left her more aroused than ever. Wrapping her hand around it, she stroked it gently from base to tip, earning a growl from him.

Sugar lowered her head and licked the tip of him, lapping up the salty pre-cum. She moaned softly before taking him into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it slowly. He exhaled sharply, and his hips bucking slightly.

Her body buzzed with excitement, feeling the power she held in that moment. She bobbed her head in a steady rhythm, sucking harder, her hand twisting up and down his length. With each stroke, she felt him growing more rigid against her tongue.

“God-fuckin’-damn,” he breathed, threading his fingers through her hair appreciatively. A shudder rattled down her spine at the delicious scrape of his fingernails against her scalp.

She pulled back, admiring her handiwork as his cock glistened from her spit. Without hesitation, she spat on his cockhead and took him back into her mouth. Her tempo faster and deeper this time.

Sugar knew how to give a blowjob. She had perfected the art of it to keep her ex’s good graces. He never appreciated it, only expected it.

But this time was different because Miles Thibodeau was different.

“Sugar.” His voice choked with restraint.

She kept going, surrendering herself to a sloppy, wild rhythm that only overwhelming desire could provide.

Sugar wanted him to cum in her mouth. She wanted to taste him so badly...

But then his hands gripped her hair, tugging her head back gently.

“Sugar, stop, honey,” he rasped.

She breathed heavily, a string of spit stretching between her wet lips and his cock’s fat mushroom head.

“What’s wrong? Am I doing something wrong?” Panic wormed its way into her words.

“No, honey. Not at all,” he said, his voice rough with need. “I just need to taste you again.”

Sugar blinked, her heart drumming fast. “Again?”

“What can I say, honey? I’ve got a sweet tooth for you.”

Sugar bit back a laugh, rolling her eyes. “Miles, you’re such a sweet talker.”

“You won’t hear much more talkin’ out of me if you just come up here and sit that pretty pussy on my face.”

She gave in to his demand, crawling up his body until she straddled his head in a reverse position. As she leaned down to take him back into her mouth again, she gasped loudly when he gave her pussy a long, deliberate lap. Her eyes rolled back, her balance teetering until his firm grip on her left hip steadied her. His other hand gripped her right ass cheek, squeezing and kneading as he worked her with his mouth.

Determined to return the favor, Sugar trailed the tip of her tongue along the thick, bulging vein of his length before easing him back between her lips. She slurped on his length, moaning deeply as he devoured her.

Sugar tried her hardest to stay focused, but Miles made it nearly impossible. His tongue moved in steady, firm strokes, licking her drenched folds and pulsing clit until she was a quivering, breathless mess.

His cock slipped from her mouth as she finally gave in, screaming loud and raw.

Panting as she tried to catch her breath, she heard his deep voice ask, “Are you ready to show me how you like to fuck, darlin’?”

She nodded weakly.

“Turn around so I can see you,” he ordered, his warm breath fanning against her wetness.

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