“Stay for me,” I say.
Duke is standing in the rain. He’s come and saved the day and he’s ready to ride off on his white horse without me. Not because he wants to, but because he has to because of his relationship with my dad.
But it doesn’t have to be this way. “Please, Duke. Just until it let’s up.”
I can see he wants to, but it’s the first time I’ve ever seen him act indecisive. He’s torn between his heart and his head. He just needs a reason. He turns to look at the water that’s flooding the street more and more by the second. By the time his head snaps back around I’ve stepped in closer and I’ve got my hands on his face and I’m pulling his warm lips down to meet mine.
CHAPTER 8
Duke
I can’t,” I say, but tasting her is too much.
“We can,” she says.
“It’s not right.”
“My dad’s not here.”
“It’s still not right. Not here. Not in his house.” I’m saying the words to her, but I don’t believe them myself. It’s bad judgment to continue, but it’s even worse to let this woman slip through my fingertips. If I tell her she has to do what’s right for herself, then I need to take my own advice. She’s what’s right for me. Now, and a lot, lot, longer. I’m trying not to tell myself…trying to deny that I could want this girl so much, so fast, but there is no denying it. No more. She’s the one. The only one for me, and I’m the only one for her.
I scoop her up in my arms and carry her up the stairs to her bedroom. I open the door with my hip and carry her through the threshold. The contrast to my living conditions is immediate. I live in a Spartan no-nonsense apartment. She lives in a foo foo pink and white girly teenybopper room, or what I would expect such a thing to look like. I wouldn’t know. I’ve never seen so much pink in my life, but there’s only one pink I’m intent on seeing…hers. Her dark pink lips. Her light pink skin. The pinkish hues of her nipples and of course the part I want the most.
The warm, gushy place I want to put my tongue. Insert my fingers. Slide in my cock.
How I want her deep pink walls to clamp around my thrusts, but fail. Fail because I’m too strong. I’m too powerful. And I’m too turned on by her. Her pussy will be no match for my dick, but this is no competition. The more our bodies do battle, the more we feel alive…and the more we both win.
I lay her down on her single bed and pull my wet shirt off over my head. I’m already almost as drenched as she is.
Her shirt is soaked clear through. I’m teased by the shape of her body, the perkiness of her nipples poking through, and the water on her skin that makes her look fresh and clean.
I grab a shirt that’s lying across a chair next to her bed and quickly dry her hair as much as I can. I don’t want her getting sick. She’s going to need every ounce of strength she’s got to take everything I’ve got planned for her.
I pat her hair dry for twenty seconds and throw the towel back on the chair. Neither one of us wastes a second as we slide out of our clothes. I see my wet pile lying on her floor next to her pink slippers with a Hello Kitty logo. It’s about the only girly brand I know, partly due to my stint in Japan. It strikes me how different our lives are, and yet how those differences in age and experience can come together and blend so well.
I’ll watch over her as she grows into a young woman, but right now the only growth I’m concerned about is my throbbing cock and her elongating nipples.
I slide a hand underneath her and kiss the side of her neck. Her neck arches into me as her head leans away. She’s exposed to me, and I take the opportunity to lick all the way up and back down the side of her neck before gently biting her collarbone, which is so feminine and accentuates that long neck of hers.
My hands come up and grab her shoulders as my mouth darts to her earlobe, gently tugging before kissing her in that spot right behind her ear, and I’m rewarded with a soft moan from her lips.
I feel the end of my cock pulse, sending it gently across the skin of her thigh, causing her midsection to tighten and my cock to wish it were already deep inside her.
I’m trying my damnedest to draw this out, but my resistance is proving futile.
I kiss down the length of her body, letting my hands linger longer as I rub circles around the lines of her breasts before pushing up and across her chest, feeling her rock hard nipples underneath my palms.
I continue playing with her tits, and when my tongue reaches her belly button I trace the ridge before playfully flicking the inside, before resuming my path further south to the sweetest of desserts. She’s my cherry pie and I’m going to eat up every last piece.
My hands slide down along the sides of her body, until I reach her waist. I grab her hard and pull her midsection closer to my face. I’m staring down her hole, and I’m ready to dive in and never be seen again.
I invert my grip, bringing my fingertips in, then sliding them across her inner thighs and pushing out, spreading her legs wide for me. The sight of her open for me brings out the animal.
I dive in face first and lick her opening hard straight up, not missing single bit. I can smell her scent as her juices cover my taste buds. As my tongue rises off her pussy I swallow hard, taking her in and I move quickly to kiss her right on the lips. My tongue’s had both sets of her lips and I’m intoxicated from her liquids from both.
I dart back down in-between her legs and lick up again, causing her to thrust her hips forward, pressing her pubic bone into my lower jaw as I follow through in my motion. We continue in this pattern, each time I reach the top she grinds her pussy hard into my face. She’s quickening her pace and I’m feeling her pussy hard against my mustache area, my mouth, even my teeth, before my jaw delivers the final pressure to her clit.
She’s moaning like she’s in pain, but I know it’s all pleasure by the vice grip of a hold her hands have on my scalp. She’s pushing my entire face into her cunt, and I’m as desperate to be inside her as she is to have me there.
I bring my hand up and slide two fingers in. She’s so wet there’s no need to lick them first, but when I pull them out I lick them just to enjoy the taste. To smell the areas that are too deep for my tongue. To taste the change in her sweetness the deeper her hole goes, and is she ever sweet. I want to milk her pussy and put it in a bottle and carry it around with me all day and just drink from it like it’s my own personal steroid. Her natural rivers giving me strength, energy, vitality and a huge fucking boost of adrenaline and testosterone. I’m the Ponce de León of her pink pussy’s fountain of youth. I’ll never age another day in my life as long as I drink from her well.
I twitch my finger back towards me as I take her clit into my mouth, rolling it around gently across and underneath the tip of my tongue.
“Right there!” she says, and I stay the course for another couple seconds before her hands release my scalp and her thighs lock hard against my ears, blocking out every care and sound in the world except one…the scream of the orgasm that I’m giving her, and the tidal wave of taste she’s releasing straight into my mouth.
I push up with my head, spreading her legs. I have to see her face, as she experiences this. She’s breathing out hard through her nose. It’s more of a grunt, sounding like a bull that’s preparing to charge. As violent and aggressive as it is it’s still feminine as fuck and has woman written all over it. I can’t get enough of this girl, but I’m sure as hell ready to try. I know I’m going to fail and that’s where all the pleasure’s going to be. Spending the rest of my time on this earth tasting her, teasing her, pleasing her and living each and every day with her, and in so doing making me the fucking luckiest guy to ever set foot on dry land or swim in the depths of the seven seas.
Being with her is more than the rush of jumping out of a moving helicopter at night over the Pacific, and swimming to shore. I never came close to drowning then, but I’m already in over my head now. This girl is too much. She’s going to own each and every inch of me, but right now I’m going to own e
ach and every inch of her.
CHAPTER 9
Daisy
M y head is still spinning from the orgasm I just released onto his face, when he flips me over on my stomach and slaps my ass hard.
His hand doesn’t come up though, it just stays there…grasping me harder as the seconds go by. I can’t see him, I can only feel him, and the anticipation of what’s to come next has already got me on the brink of exploding to the feel of his touch again.
“You’re a bad girl aren’t you?” he says.
“No,” I whimper.
“You forget your keys and then you tease me, you tempt me, to come over and let you in, knowing damn well what this was going to lead to, didn’t you?”
“No,” I say, and I mean it, but I wish it wasn’t true.
“Don’t lie,” he says, as his hand comes down hard on my ass and I feel my midsection tighten.
“I’m not lying.”
“Then tell me the truth. Do you think you’re ready for this?”
“Ready for what?”
“I ask the questions,” he says almost before I can get the words out of my mouth, and just as quickly his deepening tone is joined by a third slap across my cheeks.
“Yes, sir,” I say, not sure where the sir came from, but it feels right.
He slaps me again as he says, “I’m not an officer. I work for a living, so don’t call me, sir. Do you understand me?”
“Yes…” I say, realizing now I don’t know what to say next, and also realizing this pseudo-military role playing is getting me wet as the waters off Coronado.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes…” I’m still at a loss for how to finish, but he’s clearly in charge when he says, “Yes, I want you to take me from the back and fuck me hard.”
It’s not a question, nor do I want it to be.
“Yes!”
“Then tell me.”
“I want you. I want you inside me.”
“That’s not what I said.”
“The anticipation is maddening, and confusingly pleasing at the same time, but I don’t want to wait any longer. “I want you to take me from the back and fuck me hard.”
I feel my entire body rise up off the bed, as my body slides back and down right onto his cock. His hands are wrapped around my hips hard as he jerks me up, and slams me down, impaling me on his rod. He’s got my entire body in his hands, moving me as he pleases like I’m some sort of rag doll, and leaving me with a feeling of complete weightlessness. I’m being tossed around inside a washing machine, completely losing my mind, while a rock hard cock that’s way too big for my opening pummels me over and over and over again. I’ve never felt so satisfied.
My eyes roll back in my head and drool comes from the corner of my mouth. I look like hell and feel like heaven. I don’t care about anything right now other than this man taking me with everything he’s got.
“Fuck!” he yells, as I expect him to cum, but instead I feel a grip as firm as steel take my ankle and spin me halfway around as my shoulder blades hit the bed.
My eyes shoot open as I see he’s now off the bed standing, holding me like a reverse wheelbarrow as his hips plow into mine.
My head’s sliding back and forth and I feel my hair pulling from my scalp. The more pain I feel the more pleasure I get.
“Ahhh. Fuck me!” he says, but he’s not asking me to participate in the thrashing he’s giving me. He’s about to…
“Uhhhhhhhh!” He fills my childhood room with his low, rough moan that comes deep from his belly as I feel a warm geyser fill my tunnel. It doesn’t stop, and it starts me right into a second climax that’s got me shaking from my hips and grasping for his legs.
I look up quickly and see the look of a man completely satisfied, and feel a sense of pride that I was able to do that. A young, not so experienced girl such as myself was able to send this worldly warrior over the top and to empty him completely for a second time. It gives me a sense of pride, but as good as that felt for my self-confidence, it did nothing to match the feeling of pure bliss this rough and ready man made me feel when he lost complete control and took me like I was the last woman on earth and he was a man possessed on claiming me as his own.
CHAPTER 10
Duke
S he sets the microwaved pizza down on the table next to her laptop. I have a quick out of body experience where I’m not sure if I’m still where I think I am or if I’ve suddenly wound up at a girl’s pizza and slumber party. The thought is gone before I have time to process it. I’ve worked up an appetite so big, I could wolf down the entire pizza in four bites. I dump ketchup on a slice and fold it in half. Old military habits die hard, and right now I need all the carbs I can get to refuel.
We finish off the pizza and microwave another. I eat the second one by myself and she seems half awed and half scared at my appetite.
“How much do you spend on groceries a week?” she asks.
“My grocery bill is more than my rent.”
“I believe it.”
I swallow the last bite and remember our relationship has been all about the physical. I want to learn more about her. I need to, not to make the relationship feel more real, more grounded in something other than lust, but because I’m so curious to know more about this young woman.
“How’s college?” I ask.
“I’m finished, actually. I went to a two-year college and got my associate’s degree. I didn’t want to go to a four-year and take on a mountain of debt.”
“Oh. I saw some books over there and thought maybe you were still studying.”
“I’m doing some self study on my own.”
“Really? What are you studying?”
“German and Latin. My family tree branches both ways so I thought it would be fun to learn a little bit more about my heritage.”
“It’s always good to remember where we came from. To stay grounded,” I say.
“I agree. I’m also practicing the languages with Duolingo. It’s a free app, and it’s really great for learning.”
“What’s an app?” I ask. It sounds like an op, but I highly doubt she’s getting government instructions on mission critical operatives.
“You know, an application for you phone. Just download it and go.”
“I don’t know what an app is.”
She looks surprised. “You’ve never used an app before?”
“Nope.”
“Where’s your phone?”
I lean over and pull my still wet pants from the floor, removing my phone, which draws a small laugh from her.
“That’s your only phone? Not just a spare.”
“The one and only.”
“Do the nineties ever call, asking for it back?”
“Very funny.”
“But you don’t have apps for all the military stuff you do?”
“We might have that, but all the technology comes preloaded. It’s just plug and play. We’re good at what we do. The tech is just there to support us, not to bog us down with learning how to program code, or however that stuff works. Its job is to run in the background, to be invisible, so we can run our jobs and be invisible too.”
“Sounds like a nice pairing,” she says.
“That’s what I was thinking,” I say, as I pull her in close to me for a hug.
She looks up at me in appreciation for the wordplay and makes a kissing face. I kiss her on the lips and then on the forehead, causing her to hug me even tighter.
As much as I enjoy the physical part of our newly forming relationship, I also like this quieter time we’re having.
“I was meaning to ask you about this,” she says, tapping my earring. “I didn’t know you could wear those in the Navy.”
“Generally you can’t, which is exactly why I started wearing it.”
“To rebel?”
I laugh. “No. My last op had me immersed deep and I needed a civilian cover. I put in the earring and now I’ve just gotten used to it. I mean I had to take
it out when I separated from service, but my ear started to feel funny with it gone. Plus there’s an old sailor tradition of wearing earrings. Back in the olden days sailors would wear gold earrings in case they died abroad. That way their earring could be taken out and used to pay for a proper burial.”
“Wow, there’s a lot more to it than I knew.”
“And I didn’t even mention that it was a gift from a French Foreign Legionnaire. There’s so much history behind this thing that it’s kind of slowed me down from taking it out, but I will soon. It’s odd that something so unmilitary like is giving me that last, fleeting connection to the days of old, but these days I’m more interested in the future,” I say, giving her a wink.
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