Page 47 of Command and Control: GHOST Operative

My groan is as ragged as my breathing when she eases back, her watering eyes coming to mine, cheeks hollow, sucking as she slides free. My balls are already pulling tight when she swallows me down again, the flex of her throat making me curse as I watch her take every fucking inch of me.

“That’s my good girl.” I trace a path where her lips stretch around me with the same thumb that was in her mouth. “Take it all.” I can’t look away as she bobs over me, getting every bit of my dick wet with each pass. “You’re just as perfect as I knew you’d be.”

It’s a confession. An admission of guilt. Of malice.

A glimpse of the truth I tried to deny.

And I’m not sorry about any of it, because I fucking need her. Like I need air. Now that I have her I won’t be letting her go.

Julieanne might think she’s only here until I know she’s safe. What she doesn’t know is she’ll never be safe enough for me. She’s never leaving my home. My bed. My life.

A fierce possessiveness sweeps through me, tightening my balls and loosening my lips. “You’re mine now, Jules. Only mine.” I pull her onto me, dragging her faster. “No one comes down this throat but me, understand?”

She manages a small nod as I bury myself in her mouth, leaning forward to thrust against her lips.

“No one touches you but me. No one sees you but me. No one smells you but me.” I know it’s an impossible ask, but it’s what I want. What I need.

She fucking belongs to me.

And knowing I have her is what sends me careeningtoward the edge, gripping my balls as I sink into the well of her mouth. “It’s time, Angel Face. Time to show me you can take everything I give you.”

I come so hard I stop breathing as I shoot down her throat, the hand in her hair pinning her in place as long as I dare. When I let her go she coughs a little, sucking in a deep breath the same time I do. Her skin is flushed, lips swollen, eyes still watering. The skin around her mouth is wet and glistening with saliva, her hair tangled from my hands.

It’s the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve seen in my life.

I drag her up from the floor, hauling her onto my lap, her knees resting against the bench on either side of my thighs.

Holding her in place with one arm, I use my free hand to dry her face. It's fucking cold here, and even though she won't be outside, I know the air is slightly drier than she's used to. I don't want her skin to get irritated because of me. "Better?"

Julieanne nods. "Thank you."

I laugh, because why the fuck not at this point. "Pretty sure you're not the one who should be thanking me."

She smiles, and I'm not sure if it’s because I laughed, or because of what I said. And I don't care. Whatever it takes to get another hit of her happiness. Her warmth.

Julieanne's hands grip my shoulders as her eyes move over my face, lower lip pinching between her teeth. I know what's coming.

"Can I ask you a question?"

I chuckle. "I wouldn't expect anything else."

"Why all the piercings?"

That is not the question I was expecting. I'm a little relieved, because this one is much easier to answer than most of the ones she throws at me.

"To be an ass." It's a truthful answer, but I'm sure it's not the one she's looking for.

Julieanne's brows lift. "You’re gonna have to give me more than that. To be an ass to who?"

I slide the hand that wiped her face around to palm her ass, using it to keep her close to me on the slippery surface of the piano bench. "It was right before I left the military. One of the guys on my team got his pierced once and acted like it was the worst fucking thing that ever happened to him." I remember him showing everyone, and the rest of the guys acting like they couldn't believe he had the balls to do it. “It was at a time in my life where I still felt like I had something to prove to myself, so I went and did it to show myself I wasn’t as big of a pussy as he was."

Julieanne’s dark brows lift even higher. "You poked holes in your dick just because someone else did and you wanted to prove you were tougher than he was?"

The ridiculousness of it isn't lost on me at this point in my life, but back then it fucking mattered. Everything mattered. Because I was still lost. Still trying to replace something I knew I would never have again.

"Don't look at me like that. It fucking worked." I didn't say shit to anyone, so no one even knew it was there. Not until— "One day after training I decided to hit the showers, and..." I shrug, letting her figure the rest out.

Julieanne smirks at me. "And single-stud’s dick shriveled up in humiliation when he saw what you had done?"

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