Her Pleasure Warrior_A Military Romance

by Katerina Cole

  Then he surprised me when he sliced one piece of pancake and put it into my mouth.

  “Why did you do that?” I mumbled with full mouth, enjoying the taste of his pancakes filled with some chocolate cream. It was delicious.

  “You aren’t eating by yourself so I have to feed you breakfast.” Oh my God. The way he said it sounded so sexy, and my core throbbed immediately in response. My heartbeat increased as I noticed the lust in his eyes, and all of a sudden the atmosphere in the kitchen had changed completely.

  He fed me another bite, not taking his eyes off me even once. He had the most beautiful dark brown eyes I’d ever seen, and I was losing myself in them.

  “You know, I’m turned on from all this business talk. You’re so sexy when you are in your business ‘mode’.” His words made my heart beat even faster, and I couldn’t breathe normally anymore. “Strip down and lie on the table,” he ordered, and all my rational thoughts were gone.

  My body was filled with desire as I took off his shirt, eager to see how he would react when he saw me without my panties. His eyes widened when he saw me completely naked. Everywhere he looked my skin burned.

  “Shit, Rebecca. Do you want me to have a heart attack?” I chuckled and he sliced me with his hard eyes. “Lie down on the table. Now.”

  His command sent another wave of pleasure through me, and I could already feel my juices flowing out of my needy mound. I did as I was told, and the moment my back connected with the solid, wooden surface, Charles grabbed my ankles. He kept them on the edge of the kitchen table and went down on me, burying his face in my swollen core.

  “Boss!” I cried out when I felt his tongue enter my hole. “What are you doing?”

  “What does it look like?” He smirked at me. “I’m fucking you with my tongue.”

  I convulsed immediately after hearing these words, already so turned on that I couldn’t breathe at all. I took my breasts into hands and rubbed my nipples, returning his heated gaze. His eyes darkened immediately when he saw me kneading my breasts, and I was glad I had such an effect on him. I was losing myself fast, the pressure building so fast in me that I was sure this was going to be the most intense orgasm I’d ever felt.

  He sucked my clit into his mouth, playing with it until I couldn’t take it anymore, and a few moments later I orgasmed hard, buckling my hips on the table as the aftershocks rushed through my body. My vision blurred and my mind became completely blank as all I could focus on was the pure pleasure.

  “Rebecca,” he hissed and raised himself, slamming his mouth against mine. Our tongues intertwined, and we stroked each other roughly, like we couldn’t get enough. This heated kiss made me aroused again. “You’re so gorgeous when you come like that, but I’m not finished with you.”

  I watched him take the whip cream he’d put on the pancakes with his fingers and put it all over me. “Charles?” I asked in surprise, trembling under his slight touch. There was something completely erotic in the way he left that whip cream all over my nipples, stomach, and pussy. It made me wetter.

  “I love you covered with it. You are so sexy. Do you like it?”

  “I love it.”

  He smirked. “Good, because now I get to lick it off from you. Don’t move and keep your hands above your head.”

  “Yes boss.”

  I put my hands above him and shuddered when I felt his mouth on my nipple. He licked it slowly, taking his time until he continued to my other nipple. By the time he took all whip cream off, I was a complete mess—wet and hot all over.

  “Now I get to fuck you, angel.” He backed away a few feet. “Stand up.” I stood up and watched him take off his pajama bottoms and lay down on the same place on the table. His cock was so huge and I felt great knowing it was mine. “Now, I want you to straddle me, but you will face away from me.”

  I bit into my lip, my eyes widening when I realized what kind of position he’d wanted us to do. I blushed hard. “Um, b-but—”

  “Now, Rebecca. Don’t make me repeat myself. Do as I said.”

  His order sent shivers down my spine, and I was desperate to obey him. I brought myself up on the table, turning so that my back was facing him, and knelt on the table. “What are you waiting for? Sit down on that cock and ride it like you own it.”

  Oh my. My pussy started dripping from my arousal. I sat on him slowly, taking my time to get accustomed to his length, but he didn’t let me go slow. He gripped my hips and impaled me on his dick, and I cried out in pure pleasure when his tip hit me deep inside. Oh my God. It felt like it was ripping me in two.

  I started moving, my ass bouncing after each movement. “Shit, angel. Your ass is... Shit. So sexy. So fucking sexy. Yes. Ride my cock. Ride it faster.”

  I increased my speed, moving so fast now that the unbearable pleasure got higher every time he entered deep. I was burning with its intensity, screaming after each hit, and I knew I couldn’t take it anymore.

  I cried out, coming, and I tried to get up, but he didn’t let me. He grabbed my hips to bring me back and started moving me in his rhythm.

  “Lean backward and support yourself on your hands. Now,” he ordered. I did that, almost lying down on top of him. This time he could enter me in a perfect angle from below me. He squeezed my hips tighter and started banging me hard—so hard that my throat became hoarse of all my screaming.

  “I can’t take it anymore, boss! It’s so deep!”

  “Yes!”

  Damn! It was so intense and I was already coming again. My pussy was so sensitive but he didn’t stop even once—and it was the most pleasurable friction I’d ever felt.

  “Ah! Yes, boss! It’s so good!” He continued ramming into me, despite my orgasm—which only prolonged it. Tears slid down my cheeks, because of all the immense pleasure he was giving me.

  Several seconds later we were both coming hard, our climaxes mixing together in one powerful orgasm, and I felt like we were one—like we belonged to each other completely.

  I fell on top of him, totally exhausted, and he let me lie down like that over him. I tried catching my breath, my body buzzing after all that unbelievable pleasure.

  Oh my God. This was the best sex of my life.

  Charles gave me such a huge pleasure, and submitting to him made me feel some things I’d never felt before. I got connected to him on a deeper level, sharing these immense sensations together.

  This was intimate and different from all other experiences I had so far. I never knew submitting could be so empowering and make me feel that close to a man, and I loved it.

  I closed my eyes, feeling my heart constrict with some emotion I’d never felt before.

  After everything, I think I might be falling for Charles.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Charles

  That was the best sex of my life. Shit. I couldn’t believe it could be like that. And with a virgin? Damn.

  Rebecca was special and I couldn’t get her out of my head. Her body was perfect and the way her pussy felt was like she’d been made for me.

  I loved controlling her, but what gave me pleasure was the way she followed my orders. She was giving herself completely to me, enabling me to be connected with her on some deeper level that even I couldn’t explain.

  This wasn’t just about the sex. Yes, our sex was amazing and she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, but there was something else. The time spent with her felt special. I couldn’t wait to see her again. I kept thinking about her and what she was doing at the moment, and most importantly—I couldn’t focus on my work at all, constantly thinking about everything that had happened this morning and last night in my office.

  Shit.

  “Charles? Earth to Charles,” I heard Colten say.

  I looked at Colten, my other partner, who was handling our on site duties. Just like always, he had a construction hat with him—his trademark—even though he wore a suit. Even though he looked ridiculous with that hat, he was a chick magnet, just like Grant a
nd I, because his sandy blonde hair and blue eyes made girls go wild, or so I’d been told. “Yes?” I raised my eyebrow at him.

  “We’ve been talking about the numbers,” Grant reminded me.

  Right. We were at my office and we were looking over the budget numbers for the boutique hotel project.

  I frowned and shoved my hands into my pockets. “Yes. Well, I’m starting to worry.”

  “Why?” Colten asked me. He tapped his fingers on the construction hat, and the repeating sounds made me even more irritated.

  “Will you stop that?” I snapped at him. “It’s driving me crazy.”

  “Geez, somebody got up on the wrong side of the bed,” Colten remarked.

  I snorted. If only he knew just how wrong that was.

  “I’m starting to worry that I won’t be able to give Rebecca the money she wants to make the project profitable,” I said to Grant and Colten.

  Grant looked at me curiously. “Why do you think so?”

  “Well, Rebecca has high-end taste and a big vision for the hotel. I understand that and I support it, because I also want the best for it, but I’m not sure we would be able to go through with it.”

  “Hey, man. You always worry needlessly. If everything is going well so far, I think we can manage to get all the money we need, no matter how expensive it is,” Grant—always the relaxed one—tried to reassure me.

  “That’s right,” Colten agreed with Grant. “After all, even if we need the loan, I’m sure we could repay it and earn a lot more by the end of the year.”

  “Colten is right. Besides, these numbers right now aren’t bad. We can reach out to a few more sponsors, pitch them this project and see what kind of response we can get. I have a few of them in mind, and if you want, I can contact them.”

  “That would be great,” I said, counting on him. “I believe in Rebecca’s judgment, and I would like her to be able to decorate it to the best of her ability.”

  “Okay, guys. I’m leaving now,” Colten said and got up. “There is a lot more things to do in the field, so I’ll see you later.”

  He waved at us and got out of my office. I looked at the numbers data on my screen, still feeling a bit tense about the project. I didn’t want to disappoint Rebecca. I’d told her I believed in her judgment and to use as much money as she needed. I wanted to stay true to my word.

  “Charles,” Grant started, looking at me seriously. “You seem unusually interested to make this project work.”

  “That’s because I am interested in making it work.”

  “It seems to me that you aren’t interested in this project only, but in that interior designer chick too.”

  Shit. He’d already noticed, huh?

  I decided to be straightforward with him. “That’s because I’m...” I exhaled, feeling unusually anxious now. “I’m interested in Rebecca Harris more than any other girl before.”

  “Oh?” Grant smirked now, his all-knowing eyes telling me what I’d already known—he’d been there and he was now married to that woman.

  “She is smart, passionate, beautiful, and she loves her work. From the moment I saw her there was something different about her, and even now—when I’m supposed to focus on my work—I keep thinking about her. The way she makes me feel... Shit, man, I can’t even describe it. I bet I sound like a pussy now.”

  Grant laughed and tapped me on my back in support. “Don’t worry, I understand you completely. Been there, done that. She is that special, huh?”

  I exhaled again. “Yes. Actually, I might be falling for her. I mean I took her virginity.”

  Now that I admitted this I felt a kind of scared, because I’d never felt something like this in my life. This was completely new for me, but I couldn’t resist it. Rebecca Harris was everything I’d ever wanted in a woman and she was driving me crazy. I just hoped she felt the same toward me. I needed her. What we had had barely even begun, and I wanted to have her again and again—in my bed and in my life too.

  Grant’s reaction wasn’t what I’d expected at all. He just smiled to my confession and said, “Hell man, I think that deserves a toast. Grant Junior will get a friend to play with very soon.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Rebecca

  Once again I tried to concentrate on the hotel project at the office, looking at the documents on my computer screen, but I couldn’t. All I could think about was being with Charles again. What happened this morning at his place was something else entirely. It opened my eyes. It made me realize I’d been missing out on life.

  My work made me feel many things, and I dedicated my life to it, but being with Charles gave me some rush—something so special—which I couldn’t feel in any other way. I’d never felt like this about someone, and it still made me a little confused and worried.

  He was my boss and I had no idea how he felt about me. For all I knew, this could be just a meaningless sex for him and he would dump me as soon as he got bored of me. That would be terrible for so many reasons, and no matter how many times I’d said to myself not to worry about it and try to relax, I couldn’t push away those negative thoughts.

  On the other hand, I saw it in his eyes—that connection—which told me this wasn’t as meaningless for him as I feared it would be. Just like me, he was lost in our passion.

  I wanted to see him. No—I needed to see him. I wanted to see him smile. I wanted to talk with him about everything. His time in the service, my parents. Everything. I wanted to feel him in every position and every place—his cock feeling every inch of my hole...

  I shifted on my chair. So far I’d always been so serious around him, not being able to fully relax, and I wasn’t acting very seductive with him. Despite that, he wanted me. I could see the hunger for me in his eyes, and I wanted to give my best, so this—whatever this was—between us could work.

  That was why I dressed better today. Instead of my boring business suits, I dressed more daring. I was wearing a really short skirt and I left my blouse unbuttoned on top so he could see my breasts.

  This time I wanted to seduce him. I could be fun too. I decided I wanted to surprise him with something at the office to show him I wasn’t uptight and stuffy. I wanted to make him see there was much more to me.

  I read the time on the clock and saw I had only a few minutes until the project’s team meeting started. Charles wanted us to meet in the conference room and discuss further about the schedule and timeframe.

  After contemplating for a minute, I figured out what would be just the thing to do to make Charles crazy for me.

  I took off my panties, put them in my drawer, and went to the conference room for a team meeting.

  I was so anxious when I entered the room. This was a bold move, and I felt unusually powerful. I couldn’t wait to see Charles’s reaction and my pussy tingled in anticipation. He was already there with other team members, and my heart jumped when my eyes met his.

  For a moment, I felt like a lovesick teenager. He was the only one I was aware of in the room, and the memories of this morning in his place rushed back to me at once. The way he put that whip cream on me and licked it off... The way he pleasured me with his mouth... His hands on me...

  Oh no. I couldn’t be thinking about this now. I had to pay attention to this meeting. It was extremely important and it would help us decide our next moves, but here I was—unable to think about anything but sex with Charles!

  I shook my head, wondering how things got this way. I—who was always the serious one and had a hard time relaxing and letting go of stress—felt completely daring, and at the moment the consequences didn’t matter.

  There was an empty seat beside him, and I sat down next to him. I inhaled his scent greedily, observing him discreetly. He was wearing a dark gray suit today, and his serious face made everything stir in me. He was broody, but I liked him more because of that. It was his distinctive feature, and I loved whenever I was able to make that face twist into a smile.

  “I’m sorry if you
were waiting for me,” I apologized to him and others.

  “That’s no problem. I’ve just arrived myself,” he said smoothly. Oh, I also loved his voice, especially when he gave me his commands.

  His eyes were heated, following my every movement, and I had to give my best not to writhe on the chair. My whole skin buzzed, and I wanted to jump on him and impale myself on his long dick so badly, but I had to control my urges.

  He leaned toward me and whispered into my ear, “You look so damn sexy, Rebecca. My cock is so hard for you right now.”

  I shivered, looking at others quickly to see if they were aware of what was going on, but each one of them looked at the documents in front of them.

  “I think it will become even harder right now,” I whispered back at him, deciding to play that game with him.

  I was so glad that the conference table was wooden, so no one could see what I was going to do under it now.

  I took his hand, put it on my thigh, and led it up my skirt to my naked pussy, so he would know I wasn’t wearing any underwear. I felt him tense immediately, and I had to look at him to see his reaction. He was staring at me with surprise and lust, and by the way he clenched his jaw together, I knew it drove him crazy. He licked his lips, his hand squeezing my upper thigh in response.

  “You did this to torture me, you little vixen,” he hissed into my ear and my whole body shuddered. “For this, you are going to be punished.”

  I was a second away from moaning hard, and I had to clench my hands to prevent myself from doing so. He removed his hand, and I could feel his desire radiating in waves from him. His words made my pussy throb, and I couldn’t wait to see what my punishment was going to be.

  “Alright everyone. Let’s start this meeting.” He gathered the papers in front of him and made an introduction.

  I was pleasantly surprised when I realized he was so excited about this project. He’d mentioned once that he found something beautiful in transforming old into new, and I admired him for that. It was something I could relate to, because that was my job and my biggest passion. There was definitely nothing better than fixing something that was seemingly impossible to repair, making it even better than it ever was.