Dirty Daddies: 2020 Anniversary Anthology

by Maren Smith

  His thick fingers rolled on the condom, stroking his cock, teasing me with what I couldn't have until he felt I was ready. He liberally coated his length with lube, placed his cock to me, and eased in. I loved the stretch. And the way he filled me just right. I gripped the sides of the pillow, holding still as I savored every wide inch.

  I sighed as he gave me his weight, let me feel his coarse chest and stomach hair on my skin, and just as his lips touched mine, he thrust hard, brutally giving me everything.

  I cursed and whined, begged for harder as his big body moved on mine. My thighs were pushed wide by his hips, and I clawed at his back as his pubes teased my clit. His tongue met mine as he grunted, his breathing harsh.

  “Fuck, boy, tell me you love taking Daddy's cock.”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Love when Daddy makes you feel like his slutty boy.”

  “Yes.” I lifted my hips until our bodies came together almost violently, his thrusts driving me up the bed.

  He fucked me until I was crying, so close to release, but as much as I wanted the pleasure of it, I never wanted it to end.

  “Touch yourself for me, boy.” He braced his forearms on the bed, his fingers pulling at my long hair, and he arched his back upward. The scent of sweat and sex was thick around us. I shoved my hand between us until I could work my swollen nub, stroked it between my fingers and I was rolling and arching my hips. He was biting at my lips, tugging the bottom one with his teeth.

  “Fuck, you look so good.” He pounded me harder, knowing I loved it when I was sore. “Boy, come for Daddy. Show him how much you love being his big boy.”

  My strokes became harder until I froze with my hips lifted to make sure he could get deeper, and my muscles seized as I yelled. As soon as he felt me coming, he used me, broke me as my orgasm caused me to jerk with every pistoning hard snap of his hips.

  He took my mouth in a brutal, bruising kiss as his hips stuttered and he growled as he filled the latex. His movements became gentler, shallow as he eased me, and I enjoyed a few minutes of loving before he grabbed the base of the condom and pulled out. He rolled to his back and pushed his arm under my shoulders to tug me to his side. I rubbed his sweaty belly.

  “Fuck, Whisper, I don't know how I got lucky enough, but every day I'm happier that you're mine.”

  I felt my cheeks heat at his compliment, and I buried my face against his chest. He thought he was the lucky one, but he was wrong. I'd finally found someone who loved every part of me, big me and my Little. He made both parts of me happy and content—safe. He was everything I'd looked for and never found until the day I heard the bear of a man calling me boy.

  He pinched my chin and made me look at him. “I love you, Whisper.”

  “I love you, too, Anderson.”

  He smiled and tugged on my chin until I brought my mouth to his, he gave me a lazy kiss, and then he was carrying me to the bathroom to shower me. I never wanted to stop being his boy—his everything. He was where I belonged—my home.

  The End

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  Her Navy Seal EX

  RJ Gray

  About the Author

  RJ Gray resides in Virginia with her husband, two young sons and their rescue pup. When not writing, her hobbies include whipping up delicious meals, capturing life's beauty with her camera, and attending her children's multiple sporting events.

  RJ holds college degrees in both social work and criminology, topics that can often be found in her novels. Having spent the past fifteen years married to an active duty military bomb technician, and as a veteran herself, RJ has a passion for military and veteran causes. You can find out more about RJ Gray at: https://facebook.com/authorrjgray

  Copyright © 2020 by RJ Gray and Red Hot Romance, Inc.

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including, but not limited to, photocopying or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the author.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, places, locales, and events are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, places, and events are purely coincidental.

  Editor: Maggie Ryan

  Prologue

  April 2007

  Brianna Bradford sat in her bed, nursing a cup of coffee in one hand while watching her boyfriend of eight years do push-ups on the floor in front of her. It was her senior year of college, she was a month out from graduating and had already been accepted to medical school. Her high school sweetheart, a hot Navy SEAL, was visiting her on his leave. Life was good.

  God, look at those muscles.

  The smattering of hair on his wide chest, his broad shoulders and large rippling biceps were all bare and on display as he went about his morning exercise routine. Every ounce of his body was toned. Adonis had nothing on him. Sweat trickled down his forehead; he wiped it away right before it rolled into his chocolate hazelnutty eyes. Nutella colored. Mmmm. She licked her lips. He was an edible dessert. All hers to devour.

  “I can feel you staring at me,” he called without looking up.

  “Mmmmhmmm. I am staring. I can’t help myself. I’d like to do so much more than just stare,” she teased.

  “A few more reps and I am all yours,” he grunted between lifting himself up and down.

  “I know you have to do your PT every morning, Max. But, I mean, I can give you a pretty good cardio workout.”

  “That you can, as has been demonstrated twice already this morning.” His laughter filled the small space in her studio apartment. The apartment he helped pay for. She had an academic scholarship that covered room and board, but, as they had found out her freshman year, it was extremely hard to get the privacy they needed for the more intimate part of their relationship in a university dorm. Between her roommate coming and going and the thin walls, it hadn’t worked out. They had opted for hotel stays during his visits, but that was equally as uncomfortable. It was nearly impossible to try and keep the noise down, especially when he decided she had earned a spanking.

  The apartment was still a hard topic for her. It had hurt her pride to accept his money. There was just no other way she could have afforded the space without his help. His argument had been valid; he was only contributing what he would have paid for them to stay at a hotel together during his leave times, anyway. Having the freedom to be alone with him without the limitations of being heard had done wonders to their love life.

  Brianna watched as Max lowered and lifted himself in push-up after push-up. Damn. Those were some sexy maneuvers. Up, down, up down. Hmmm. That gave her an idea.

  Setting her coffee down on the table next to the bed, she quickly stripped out of her clothes, not that she was wearing much in the way of clothing anyway. He preferred they lounge in limited attire, leaving her body easily accessible to him. Now naked, she walked over to stand beside him.

  “What are you doing?” he asked, still staring straight ahead. Focused. He was always focused.

  “If you have to move up and down like that, maybe I could make your pushups more fun.” She crouched on the floor next to him, then sliding her legs out underneath his stomach, she turned until she was pivoted directly underneath him.

  “Brat.” He laughed, leaning down to kiss her forehead.

  “You love it.”

  “I do. You are awfully naughty interrupting my workout,” he teased.

  “Nah, I don’t see it as interrupting. I see it as enhancing.” He did a full push-up then, coming down and lingering, kissing her full on the mouth before pushing himself back up until his arms were ramrod straight.

  “One problem with this plan of yours, Bee.”

  “I don’t see any problems with my plan.”

  “Oh? What exactly did you think was going to happen with you underneath me?”

  “I figured you would push down a
nd into me.” She arched her back, rubbing the front of his black shorts.

  “It is kind of hard to enter you with my shorts on, isn’t it?” he asked.

  “Oh.”

  “Oh, indeed.”

  He pushed down again, this time, pinning her to the floor, rubbing against her, teasing her.

  She felt his hardness and moaned deep in her throat. Giving him her best sexy pout, she responded. “I think we had better do something about that then, Sailor.” She reached down and tugged at his shorts.

  “Tsk, tsk. I’m not done with my workout.” Both of her hands were soon pinned above her head in one of his. “I will give you this, one handed push-ups are a bit more challenging.” Without letting go of her hands, he pushed himself up with one hand and then down again. Each time he lowered himself to the ground he teased her. Nipping her ear, placing small kisses up her jawline, grinding his hardness into her.

  She took a deep breath in and enjoyed his scent, salty sweat and all. Manly. That’s what he was, pure man. She felt the rush of moisture between her legs and hoped to God she wasn’t leaving a wet spot on her carpet.

  “One hundred,” he announced as he simultaneously let go of her hands. Rising, he reached down, pulling her to her feet. Without letting go of her hand, he walked toward the bed, dragging her alongside him.

  “Cardio time!”

  Brianna was confused when he sat on the bed. He yanked her over his knees, her torso lying out flat on the bed, and started to spank her. The swats weren’t hard or punitive. Oh no, this was an altogether different kind of spanking.

  “Naughty girl, interrupting my workout.” He swatted her left cheek and then her right. “I didn’t know you needed more attention than what I gave you last night and twice this morning.”

  He swatted her several more times in succession, warming her butt and her insides with his touch. She felt his fingers slide along her mound, cupping her pussy.

  “Mmmm, you are wet, very, very wet. I think my girl is liking this correction a bit too much.”

  As he pushed a finger forward and thrust it into her wetness, she lifted her hips up and back to meet the digit. Her moans of pleasure filled the air.

  “More!” she demanded hungrily. He chuckled at her command. Another finger entered her and then a third. She was completely filled, stretched. He expertly moved his fingers in and out of her as his other hand tattooed the same rhythm on her ass. Each thrust into her vagina was accompanied by a slap on her butt. The combination was her undoing. She rode his hand, moving her hips hard and quick, hoping for a release.

  “Oh my God, Max! I am going to come!”

  “Do I allow naughty girls to come?” He stopped all movement and she screamed out in frustration. His loud laughter filled the air. “Up on the pillow with you, brat.”

  Her body ached with the need to orgasm. She scooted up to the top of the bed and watched as he removed his shorts, his well-endowed cock springing free. Her body throbbed with want, unsated and needy. Her hand moved to find her clit.

  “You better not,” he warned. “That is my job. You can play all you want while I’m gone.” Bear-crawling across the bed, he moved over her. He dipped his head and kissed her, grabbing her hands and roughly forcing them above her head as he had done on the floor. “Mine,” he growled into her mouth.

  “Funny,” she said and giggled. “I was just thinking the same thing a moment ago.”

  “You,” he said, entering her wetness with a hard thrust and then pulling out, “belong”—he thrust harder into her—”to me!” There was no more talking then, no more words needed. Just the grunts of pleasure as Max showed Brianna exactly what he meant by those words.

  Untitled

  March 2017

  “I called you in because we are having a problem in the Democratic Republic of the Congo that needs to be quickly rectified. I need you to take the team and deal with a spitfire who refuses to use the brains God gave her and follow a mandatory evacuation order.”

  Senior Chief Special Warfare Operator, Maximiliano DePaul, quirked an eyebrow at his friend and Master Chief, Jason Whitman. It was uncharacteristic of him to speak in such terms, but then again, Whitman had been very out of character since taking shrapnel to his knee had put him at a desk for the past six months, leaving Max to lead the team.

  “I saw that look.” Jason uncrossed his legs from the desk and put them on the floor with a grimace. “I’ve never lied to you and I am not going to start now. I asked for this mission. When I saw her name, I knew you would have my head if I didn’t.”

  Dread pooled heavily in the base of Max’s stomach.

  “Her?”

  Instead of verbalizing an answer, Jason turned the laptop around for Max to see. Written plainly on the screen in front of him was her name.

  Doctor Brianna Bradford.

  Fuck me.

  “You can say that again.”

  “I didn’t realize I said it out loud.”

  “Why don’t you take a seat and read the rest of the report.”

  Max scrubbed a hand over his face, trying to process what he had just read. He had known she was a doctor, that part wasn’t a shock. He had kept tabs on her throughout medical school. It was the second part that had thrown him. The part of the report that spoke of her refusal to leave the medical clinic with the rest of her team. She had always been hard-headed, but this? This was pure stupidity.

  “Of all the stupid…” he found himself muttering.

  “That is how I felt,” Jason said with a chuckle. “She’s the one, right? I didn’t snatch an op for the wrong Brianna Bradford?”

  “No.” A quick shake of his head accompanied the one word answer. “Not exactly how I thought we would get reacquainted.”

  “Fate doesn’t always ask our permission before making its plans, brother.”

  “Fuck.”

  “Gather up the team; you are headed to the Congo. You have to go rescue your girl.”

  This was Max’s chance to get her back and keep her this time. One thing was for sure, if he got her back, he would make damn certain that he wouldn’t lose her again.

  Chapter One

  “Move, Brianna. Now!” Max growled impatiently at the woman standing across from him.

  “I told you, I’m not leaving, Max.” Doctor Brianna Bradford’s words were clear. She fisted her hands on her hips, bracing herself to go toe to toe with the glowering Navy SEAL standing before her. Of all the Navy SEALs in the military and, yes, she was aware that the SEALs were made up of a small and elite group, how was it her incredibly hot ex-boyfriend’s team was the one tasked with this mission? The better question was how had he aged so perfectly? It was gross really, how well he had aged. She wasn’t jealous, no, not at all. God. She hated what a perfect specimen of humanity he was. Always had been. Quite literally since birth.

  “Now, if you don’t mind, I have work to do!” Turning away from the towering inferno of alpha maleness, she picked up the clipboard from the counter. The fully-armed man to Max’s right chuckled, earning him a glare from his superior.

  “I’ve never heard anyone tell you no before,” the other man said with a shrug.

  “There’s a first time for everything, isn’t there?” Brianna smiled sweetly at the other man. Maybe, just maybe, he was more reasonable than the brooding brute she had grown up with. She stretched out her hand to him in way of introduction. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”

  Before he could respond, Max interjected. “For fuck’s safe, Brianna. We don’t have time for formal introductions. You need to come with us and you need to do it now. The rest of your team was evacuated a week ago! I knew you were going to be difficult but this”—he took a deep breath—”this is crazy. Stop being so damn stubborn and let’s go.”

  “There’s the door.” She turned and pointed to the opened doorway where two more armed SEALs were at the ready: one standing, one kneeling. “Feel free to leave. My work here isn’t done. I’m not about to let s
ome threat of a virus scare me away. These people need me, Maximiliano. I’m not abandoning them because a virus might come this way.”

  “Fuck.” Max rubbed his face. “You didn’t listen to a damn word I said. It isn’t just a virus, Brianna. It’s a worldwide pandemic. Besides, if you had been paying any attention to what I had told you, it isn’t the threat of the pandemic that is the real worry here. A bounty has been put out on all Americans in the Congo, leaving the State Department to have no choice but to evacuate them. I’m not sure how much you know, but we took out a high value target and one of the casualties was—”

  “I know exactly who was killed in the attack,” Brianna interrupted, “I’ve been living here for twenty months, thank you very much! Look, Max, the villagers here love me; I am not in any danger. They don’t see me as an expat or a foreigner. They see me as one of their own; they would not harm me.” Her declaration received a sarcastic biting chuckle from Max that had her ready to punch him in his offensive face.

  “The people in this community might accept you for the services you provide them, the militants who are currently shooting up the country, don’t. They’d love nothing more than to kidnap a beautiful American woman like you and make an example out of her. Do you know what the insurgents would do to you once they had captured you? They’d rape you until you were begging them to kill you, then continue to rape you until you couldn’t speak to beg anymore and then—”