**Undercover Heat**

I’d been working surveillance on Mia for weeks, tailing her through the city, watching her every move. She was a suspect in a high-profile case, but after days of close observation, I was starting to think she was innocent—or at least, *really* good at hiding it. The day I finally got inside her house, though, everything changed.

I pretended I was there to follow up on a lead. Mia answered the door in a thin tank top and tiny shorts, her blonde hair messy like she’d just rolled out of bed. The way she smirked at me, like she *knew* why I was *really* there, made my dick twitch.

“Detective,” she purred, leaning against the doorframe. “You’ve been watching me *so* closely. Why don’t you just come inside?”

Fuck. She knew.

The second the door closed, she had me pinned against the wall. Her hands slid up my chest, nails digging in just enough to make me groan. “You want me,” she whispered, her lips brushing my ear. “I *saw* the way you looked at me.”

I didn’t deny it. My cock was already straining against my jeans, and her tight little body pressed against me wasn’t helping. Without a word, she dropped to her knees, fingers tugging at my belt. The sound of the zipper sent a shudder through me.

Her fingers wrapped around my cock, stroking me hard before her lips parted, taking me deep into her mouth. She sucked like she *lived* for it, her tongue swirling around the head while her hand worked the base. I groaned, gripping her hair as she moaned around my dick, the vibrations making my thighs tense.

“Fuck, Mia,” I hissed.

She pulled back with a wet pop, smirking up at me. “You’ve been watching me for weeks. Now it’s *my* turn.”

She stood, pushing me onto the couch before straddling my lap. Her pussy was bare—I could feel her heat through my pants. Grinding down, she teased me while her hands tugged at her top, letting her perfect tits spill free. I grabbed them, pinching her nipples until she gasped, rocking harder against me.

“Inside me,” she demanded, shoving my pants down my hips.

I didn’t argue. I lifted her, guiding my cock to her soaked entrance, then slammed her down onto me in one thrust. Her tight cunt clenched around me, and she threw her head back with a cry.

“Fuck, *yes*—you’re so *big*,” she moaned, riding me hard.

I gripped her hips, driving up into her as she bounced, her ass slapping against my thighs. The wet, filthy sounds of her pussy taking me over and over filled the room, mixed with her gasps and whimpers. She leaned forward, pressing her tits into my face, and I sucked her nipple into my mouth, biting just enough to make her scream.

“I’m gonna come,” she panted, grinding down in tight circles.

I flipped us over, slamming her onto her back and pounding into her. Every thrust had her moaning louder, her legs locking around my waist.

“Come on me,” she begged, fingers digging into my back.

I fucked her harder, my balls slapping against her ass as her pussy squeezed me tight. When her whole body tensed, I knew she was there—her cunt pulsed around me, her back arching as she cried out. That was all it took. I buried myself deep, groaning as I came inside her, filling her up while she shuddered beneath me.

Breathing hard, I collapsed onto her, both of us sticky and spent.

Mia smirked, brushing a finger along my lips. “Guess you’ll have to come back tomorrow… *Detective*.”