by Haley Nix
His hands cupped my breasts then roamed across my entire body. He grabbed my voluptuous ass and squeezed as he pulled me up to meet his next thrust, grunting with pleasure as I gyrated beneath him.
I felt myself on the verge of orgasm, rocked by the sensations that were overwhelming my body, hypnotized by the animalistic lust that Bronson had inspired in me. Short breaths escaped me as my heart pounded fast, each gasp a breathy moan expressing the ubiquity of my extreme sensual pleasure.
After a few more quick, powerful thrusts, I felt my orgasm coming on. I bucked beneath him, coming as he pushed deep inside of me. He held his enormous cock at the point of deepest penetration, maximizing my pleasure as my hips met his in my last weak gyrations before I collapsed back to the bed, moaning loudly in exhausted bliss. Then I felt my lips stretched as he pulled his fat tip out of me, showering me in drops of hot cum that shot across my stomach and my chest.
It was a huge, sticky load. A bit of cum landed on my lips, and I reached my tongue out to lick it up, to taste him in the most intimate and personal way possible. I liked it, this feeling of being naughty. Bronson gave me a big smile and a kiss, and I fell asleep in his arms.
I woke the next morning to a kiss. When, I opened my eyes I saw Bronson and wrapped my arms around his neck, happier than ever. We made love again, hot and rough, passionate and cathartic. I was late for work, so I just decided to call in. It was worth it to spend the day in bed with Bronson. Maybe we’d grab a late breakfast somewhere, maybe we wouldn’t; it didn’t matter, so long as I was with him.
Chapter Nine
The weeks wore on and things started to get more serious between us. I stayed over at his apartment most nights. And on those nights that I didn’t, he stayed over at mine. We were inseparable, or so it seemed. Then one day I received the fateful text. Bronson said he needed to see me, that he had something to tell me.
What is it? I asked.
It has to be in person, he said. Just call me when work is over, and I’ll come over.
Was he breaking up with me? Why? I spent the whole day worrying about it, about what he might say, what I would say in response. I played the conversation out fifty times in my head. It all seemed so wrong, so out of the blue. I thought we had been having a good time together. I was crazy about him. Was it a mistake to assume he felt the same?
For the first time in a long time, I didn’t want the work day to end. I didn’t want to face whatever bad news lay in store for me. I looked for extra projects to do, anything that would keep me there past five o’clock. Nothing. The one day I didn’t want to go home and there was no excuse.
I spent some time just surfing the internet, wasting time on the computer. But eventually I realized it was time to face reality. I texted Bronson that I was on my way home and he could meet me there.
When I pulled up about twenty minutes later, he was waiting outside my apartment. Duke was running around in the small front yard of the apartment building. I felt tears about to well up in my eyes, fearing what was coming. I did my best to fight them off. Oh well, might as well go inside and get this over with.
I did my best to be cheerful, but I couldn’t help but feel that I was coming off a bit cold. In my defense, I was trying to brace myself for the huge letdown I knew I had coming.
When we got inside, Bronson hugged me and gave me a small kiss. He led me over to the couch and we sat down. He held my hand and looked into my eyes.
“Angie, I’ve got some bad news,” he said solemnly.
I couldn’t even answer him. I felt my lip start to quiver, tears forming in my eyes. I nodded, letting him know he could go on.
“I’ve been called on another tour,” he said.
“Oh,” I said.
My tone must have been somewhat happy, because he gave me a funny look.
“You don’t seem as dejected as I thought you’d be,” he said. “You do understand what I’m telling you, right?”
“Yes. I think so. What does this mean for us?”
“I don’t know. What do you want to do? It’s up to you. I know I can’t ask you to wait for me?” he said.
“Why not?” I asked, touching his shoulder.
“It’d be unfair. It’d be too much to ask. As much as I want it, I can’t make you do that.”
“But what if I wanted to do that? What if it was my choice?”
“You think you can hold out that long?”
“Bronson, I love you. Of course I can.”
“I love you, too, Angie. I’m glad we can finally say that. But do you know how hard this is going to be, being apart like this? We see each other every night. During the tour we might see each other once every several months, at best.”
“I know it’s going to be hard, but I don’t want anyone else. I want you and I’m willing to wait for you if it means having you.”
“Well, in that case. I have another proposition for you. What would you say to this little rascal keeping you company while I’m gone?” asked Bronson, grabbing Duke by the collar and ruffling up the fur of his neck.
I leaned in to kiss Bronson, throwing my arms around his neck and pulling him on top of me on the couch. After making out for a few seconds, I pushed him back and looked him in the eyes.
“I think that’s a brilliant idea.”
Chapter Ten
He moved his hands over me, caressing my curves with such delicate sensuality, enjoying every inch of my body, worshipping with every nuance of his embrace. I felt his huge cock getting hard, pressing against me as we lay on the couch. The sensation caused desire to well up inside of me, making me want him inside me all the more.
I moved a hand down to teasingly touch him there, running my hand along the contours of his cock, then slowly drawing it up and undoing his pants so I could slide my hand inside. Carefully, I unbuttoned each button with deliberate slowness, wanting to draw out the moment, to bring both his desire and my own to ever greater heights, knowing that the final reward would be all the sweeter for it.
But the touch of the skin of his shaft on the soft skin of my hand was too much for me and I felt myself immediately giving myself over to him, dedicating myself entirely to his pleasure. Getting down on my knees in front of the couch, I pulled his cock out of his pants, massive even though it wasn’t completely hard yet.
I would fuck him like it was our last time together. We only had a month left before he’d be gone for a long, long time. I wanted to make the most of every moment. Right now, I had a little going away present for him, my wet mouth ready to give him exactly what he wanted.
I gave the shaft a soft kiss, flitting my tongue out for a brief second. I kissed all the way down his shaft, running his sack through my fingers as he sat back on the couch.
He looked down into my eyes and I paused for a second, allowing them to lock with my own before I gave a long lick back up his big, pulsing rod. Finally, I reached the head and took it into my mouth, surrounding it with the wet softness of my lips as I gave it a gentle suck.
Bobbing up and down, I gave my tongue a slight swirl, moving it slowly around his head as I felt it hit the back of my throat. Hearing his groans of pleasure enhanced my own desire, and I began to move my tongue more purposefully, concentrating on the slight suck and pull of my technique.
I played with his balls, squeezing them gently in my hand as his head thumped the back of my throat. This was the first time I’d sucked him off and I could tell he loved the feel of my mouth, but it was just the prelude to the passion to come.
Bronson pulled me up from my position kneeling in front of him. He picked me up in his arms and brought me into the bedroom, shutting the door behind us. He dropped me on the bed and jumped on top of me, giving me another deep kiss.
His big, muscular frame pinned me to the bed as I flitted my tongue in and out of his mouth, swirling and sucking like it was our last time together, our passion becoming one unbroken chain of fulfilled desire. Reaching both hands down, he lifted up the bottom of the
dress I was wearing, just a simple dress, my casual work clothes. He didn’t seem to notice; he just wanted it off of me and laying in a pile on the floor.
Pulling down my panties, Bronson gently pushed two of his fingers inside me, getting me ready for his cock, feeling the wetness that had built up over these passionate moments. Then he lifted up my dress further. I pushed myself off of the bed, allowing him to pull the dress up and over my head, leaving my body naked before him.
By now, I wasn’t embarrassed at all about my curves. They were a part of me, and I knew they turned Bronson on more than anything. He’d told me so before that even before he’d gotten to know me, these curves were what inspired him to send me that first message. Since then, neither of us had looked back.
Bronson kissed me on the lips before making a trail down my neck, pausing to lap playfully at my nipples, making them hard with the satisfying motion of his tongue. He kissed down further and further, over my belly button and nearing my crotch. My lust was so strong I could hardly concentrate. I was waiting for him to touch me there, to spread soft, smooth wetness over my clit.
Like a rocket, pleasure shot through me, exploding and imbuing every nerve in my body with a sense of complete ecstasy. The expert motions of his tongue catalyzed a new lust. I gyrated, holding onto his short hair, pushing his face into my wet pussy.
He lapped at me with passion and fury, an intensity I’d almost never seen before in the bedroom, a complex amalgamation of gentle roughness. He slid his tongue between my lips, running its length in one smooth stroke.
I was ready to melt, wanting him to take me, to shove his huge cock inside me and give me those forceful thrusts that let me know I was his and that he’d do whatever he wanted with me. Eventually, I couldn’t wait any longer and I pulled at his hair, trying to get his attention.
“Bronson, I want you inside me,” I panted, still very much enjoying his oral dexterity, but wanting more, wanting it rougher, harder, and more passionate, wanting his big cock stretching my curvy body to the limit, buried inside my hot, wet slit.
Bronson must have wanted it, too, because within a second he was on top of me, beginning to mount. He already knew I was soaking wet and ready for him. I saw his throbbing, massive cock near my slit and I let out a breathy moan, anticipating the very moment when he’d stretch my folds.
And before I knew it he was pushing himself inside me. I felt radiant, glowing in my passion, the heightened sensitivity built up by the long foreplay, by the day spent waiting for a pleasure like this, a day in which there were moments when I didn’t know if Bronson and I would even be together like this again.
But none of that mattered now, because he’d told me he was mine, that we would stay together despite his upcoming tour, despite all the trials ahead. Right now I wouldn’t worry about all that. Tonight I was ready to bend to his every whim, to give up my body for his pleasure and my own.
While he fucked me, I was lost in the passion, the wordless, incomprehensible fury of sex on the senses, but behind all this there was the deepest love, the deepest, fullest desire between us, a psychological connection unknown to most people. It was like we were made for each other. Tonight had shown me that to be true.
The next months would be the test of this love, but there was no questioning the bond we’d formed so far. This connection was strongest and most apparent when he was inside me, fucking me with all his passion and energy, driving deep inside me with every thrust. His hands ravaged me, squeezing my curves, pushing my breasts together so that he could lap at my nipples once more while he stroked inside me.
Bronson rolled over and pulled me on top of him. I reached down with my hand to grab hold of his girthy cock, guiding it back into my soaking wet slit. Now that I was on top, his long cock went even further inside my tight pussy. I rode him hard, feeling a slight twinge of pain at his massive size. I arched my back, running my hands over my own curves, putting on a show for him as I massaged my own beautiful tits, staring down at him with a lustful look in my eyes.
He concentrated on me, grabbing my ass and pushing his hard cock even deeper inside me as I rode him. This was a much harder fuck than he’d ever given me. He was giving me everything he had, bringing my curvy body to the brink with each nuanced thrust. I tried to return the favor, wanting to give every ounce of energy I had to pleasing him, to handling his rock hard cock with the attention it deserved.
By now he’d worked me into an absolute frenzy, pushing my body to new limits. My lust became feverish, almost unquenchable. There was only one thing I wanted now. I went down and gave him a kiss, then leaned in close to his ear, not allowing myself more than a breathy whisper.
“Are you close?” I asked softly.
“Yes,” he grunted.
“Come inside me.”
I don’t know why I wanted that so badly. Maybe it was the fact that I knew he’d be gone for a long time, and that consummating act seemed to express the natural unity I felt between us, something that would hold us together those months when we were apart.
My words seemed to send Bronson into absolute unrestraint as he grabbed my ass, fucking me as hard as he could while I rode him, still on top and straddling his muscular frame.
Instead of the usual hesitancy of those final strokes, I felt his power become more expansive as he neared orgasm, pushing deeper and deeper inside me, his thrusts faster and more forceful until finally he came, a hot, sticky load spilling inside my pussy, lining me with his seed.
On the heels of that sensation came my own orgasm, a full-body convulsion, the apex of sensual desires fulfilled in the most passionate way. My body shook; I gyrated and I bucked, letting out a long, loud moan. Thankfully I didn’t have roommates, because I was practically screaming with the strength and longevity of my orgasm, the waves of pleasure seemingly endless until a minute or so later I collapsed in exhaustion next to him.
He put his arm around me, bringing me in for a kiss. Yes, I was his. That much was clear.
Like I said before, I knew there were trials ahead. We spent that night talking, working things out. We could write each other letters. It wasn’t like being together, but at least it was something.
There was no doubt in my mind that we’d get through this. Of course, it would be a challenge, but I guess this was what I’d signed up for when I’d responded to that first message he sent me.
No matter how hard it would be, I knew it would be worth it. So I’d stick by my man and wait. We’d get through it. We just had to.
The End.
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Part 1, Perfect Soldier: Catching Colton
Colt’s Perspective
Truth be told, I hadn't quite gotten used to being back yet. And when I say it, I mean everything: civilian clothes, civilian cars, no drills, paved American streets, Oak trees and houses with perfectly-watered, green grass in their front lawns. It was strange being back in the U.S. If you spend too much time in the desert, it can be like that.
And the women, I wasn't used to them either. I hadn't been with one in a long time, or even looked at one really. Since coming back to America, I got that particular look from women a lot, the familiar smile and the quick checkout, a subtle hint that they were interested, if only on a totally primal level. I just sort of brushed it off. The idea of being with a woman was almost foreign to me, it'd been so long since I'd had time to even cultivate an interest in another person on that level.
But things changed when I saw her in the bar earlier. Cat. I liked that named, it sounded feisty and wild. I could only imagine what she was like in bed. When I first saw her, my heart damn near brok
e. "Curves that could kill" was the only way to describe her. Full, gorgeous breasts, just the right amount of cleavage; a round, voluptuous ass that melded into her beautiful thighs, her jeans tight against her skin. I imagined what it might be like having her bounce that ass in front of me as I stroked inside her, and I felt myself starting to get hard at the thought.
Her blouse had been tight, too, revealing those extra pounds around her midsection, those free-flowing, killer curves. I liked a girl with a body like that, a little chubby, but with tons of confidence. Women like Cat knew how to treat a man in bed, you could tell by the way they walked and the way they talked. With a little luck, I'd be finding this out for sure later tonight.
Part 2, Perfect Soldier: Colt & Cat
Cat’s Perspective
He knew what I wanted, what I'd wanted all week long, that cathartic release that would wash the stress of school and my job away. Granted the stress of preparing for exams was over, but I still hadn't received my final grades. I know I shouldn't have been worried about it, especially since there was nothing I could do now, but I wouldn't be completely relaxed until the grades were officially in the books.
As he drove, I put my hand on Colt's leg, easing it up slowly toward his crotch. He looked straight ahead, as if he didn't even notice. Then I began massaging, my hand between his legs, rubbing gently, feeling that big cock starting to get hard. Could I make it all the way home? Now that I'd initiated things, I felt my desire growing exponentially by the second. How could I hold out that long?
I continued rubbing, then unbuckled my seat belt, moving my head down toward his crotch. Colt shifted the seatback, knowing what I had in mind, anticipating it even more than I was. I unzipped his jeans. He got up slightly, allowing me to shimmy them off of his hips so I could pull out that monster cock, already halfway hard. My mouth would get it the rest of the way there.