by Tia Siren
“Oh, my God.” I moaned and started to move faster. I used my right hand to start rubbing my clit while he helped me ride him. It felt so good. The sensations mixing together inside of me. Chills ran through my body causing it to feel almost numb. My toes curled, and I shut my eyes tightly as I felt the pleasure deep inside of me threatening to spill over and break out. I wanted to fucking cum more than I had ever wanted to.
He was so hard and hitting every little spot in my tight pussy. I felt the jolt of overwhelming feelings rush through my body. I felt hot, and my body was tense. As I started to come down from my orgasm, I felt Michael’s arms wrap around my lower back. He pulled me forward and down onto him. Our chests pressed together, and his legs bent at the knee. He started to fuck me hard and fast. His cock was sliding in and out of me. It was deep and hard, and it hurt a little bit, but I felt myself getting closer to another orgasm.
I had never been this close this fast. I already wanted to cum for him again. His movements quickened until he shoved himself deep into me and held it there. I felt his cock throb inside of me, and it was more than enough to send me spiraling into another orgasm. The feeling taking over. Our bodies trembled together. I loved cumming at the same time as him. It always made mine feel so much more intense.
“Damn. Three times, huh?” he asked as we laid there in our post-coital after glow.
“Yeah, that just means you’re going to have to top that tomorrow,” I said and bit his shoulder, gently.
“That gave me chills,” he said and then spanked my ass.
I sat up and climbed off him. I laid down on the bed and watched him as he got out of the bed.
“Guess I better be going.” He sounded like he wanted me to ask him to stay. But I wasn’t going to do that. This was the last night before we were to be married. I didn’t want to start our marriage off with bad luck. There was no way I was going to give in to him.
“Yep,” I said and smiled at him when he faked looking hurt.
I watched as he got dressed and then double checked for his wallet, keys, and phone. He then leaned down, rubbed my head gently and kissed my forehead.
“I love you. I’ll see you tomorrow when you become my wife,” he said.
“I love you too. I can’t wait,” I said, and our lips met and we shared a sweet kiss.
He told me goodbye, turned and walked out of the bedroom. He closed the door behind him, and a few minutes later I heard the front door open and close. It felt lonely without him here, but I was going to be his wife tomorrow. I was going to be Mrs. Adams, and it was so exciting to me.
I picked up the baby monitor, plugged it into the charger and looked at our beautiful sleeping boy. I reached up and pulled the string on the light above our bed and laid down. It didn’t take long before I was fast asleep.
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END OF THE SECOND STORY
Misbehave
I’ve made it my mission to guard the Admiral’s daughter’s virginity. But who will protect her from me?
She’s a wild child. Everyone on base knows she’s a virgin and has never even had an orgasm.
When she struts around in her tight shorts and no bra, she sure as hell fires up the missile in my pants and makes me want to be her first.
So when her father, the Admiral, orders me to let her babysit my baby daughter for the summer, I know he wants me to be her protector.
I don’t need this trouble. She brings out feelings in me I haven’t had since my wife died. That’s a battle I don’t want to deal with.
But keeping my hands off the Admiral’s daughter is the toughest order I’ve ever had to obey.
Because she’s made it her mission to make me want to misbehave.
Chapter 1
Cam
I’d just wrapped up the final lesson of the day with the current batch of sea cadets, I’d served my tours overseas and now had family commitments at home. I put in for the post of extensive SEAL training for the cadets who had taken their two-week placement at the Thirty-Second Street Naval Base.
I headed out of the training quarters and made my way across the base, straight to home. I was lucky that I managed to bag a small home that was on-base which fitted my needs perfectly. I had no need at all for a larger home, just something big enough for me and Emmy was sufficient.
I strolled across the concrete amidst the faint hooyas and watched as SEALs returned to base after their grueling runs, with backpacks crammed with gear and some asshole physical trainer screaming obscenities at them for being weak maggots and pushing them to their limits.
“Hey Cam, wait up!” Someone yelled from behind me.
I turned my head and could see Owen jogging toward me with a huge grin on his face.
Smelled like trouble, he was grinning.
“Owen. You done for the day?”
“Done and dusted my friend. So, how's life as a teacher?” he asked, as he ruffled my dark cropped hair annoying the fuck out of me on purpose.
“Jealous! You know damn well it isn’t a desk job, these cadets need some honest instruction, they have some serious decisions to make once they’ve completed their courses.” We carried on walking.
“The same old Cam Cross, always being the protector; always was, and always will be, damn this country is lucky to have you on board,” Owen pressed as he strolled beside me as we headed toward the day care center.
“You should know, I saved your ass on more than one occasion,” I said smiling at Owen as I shoved him onto the grass verge.
Owen grinned at me and nodded. “Don’t I know it, and now it is time for payback.”
I looked at him confused. “Payback, what do you mean?”
“Mikey is getting hitched, and he's throwing a party off base tonight, it’s about time you got back into the flow of things, you have been AWOL for too long.” Owen nudged my shoulder.
“I don’t know; I have Emmy to think of, I’m just on my way to pick her up from daycare now.” I shielded my eyes from the afternoon sun that shone behind Owen making me blink.
“Come on Cam, it will be cool, just get a sitter for Emmy, she will be fine, it is only one night or just a couple of hours at least,” Owen said moving to help shield the sun.
I smiled and laughed. “Who can sit for me? Your soon-to-be ex?”
Owen screwed up his face. “Fuck no! I don’t want her knowing what I’m up to.”
“Come on Owen, she's ideal, she knows Emmy, and you can pick her up once the party is over,” I grinned.
“Too god-damned complicated, this divorce is a bitch with all the lawyers back and forth, and I will probably end up with nothing,” he said in a low tone.
“Well you know I have got your six, so just holler if you need anything.”
Owen regained his playful composure. “What I need, is for you to come to this damn party.”
As we walked, I thought about life since I had lost Stacey, and how she had tragically died nearly two years ago during childbirth, and how my world had turned upside and inside out. I had dreamed of being the perfect dad in a perfect family, and now I was struggling to be just an ordinary father; I didn’t have enough time on my hands to be perfect.
I had never forgiven myself for not being there the night that Stacey had died. I had been on duty, and the call had come in. Fuck, by the time I had reached the hospital it was too late, she had already gone. I had no final chance to hold her hand or tell her I loved her, and that everything would be all right. The only good thing was that Emmy, my beautiful daughter survived, and I decided I would rather die first than make that mistake again. I had to become that perfect dad, even if it killed me.
“I will think about the party if I can find a sitter in time, but I’m not gonna promise anything, my concern is only for Emmy,” I replied as I watched Owen head toward the base gates with a sly grin.
Owen saluted and vanished through the security gate and was gone. He had his hands full with his divorce, and I felt sorry for him. He had not told me the re
ason for the breakup, but I could see he’d become torn up inside.
I approached the base’s daycare center and walked into the hallway and pushed my head against the glass of the door. The teacher looked in my direction and gestured to the back of the classroom where Emmy played. She was cute and gorgeous and had her mom's eyes.
I looked on as the teacher called Emmy and she looked up, her eyes beamed and she smiled., I could see her mouth the word “Daddy” as she toddled toward the door.
When she got to me, I scooped Emmy up into my arms. “How’s my princess?”
She wrapped her arms around my neck. “Daddy!”
She didn’t have a big vocabulary yet, but we tried. I sat and read to her every night, and she would fall asleep at the side of me on the bed.
I placed Emmy onto my shoulders, and she put her hands on my head. We strolled casually toward our small home situated at the far end of North Point Street and had to pass by some of the bigger homes for families based here. I walked up the road toward where the Admiral lived and could see some activity outside of their home; it was strange that there’d be someone outside at this time of day, especially washing a car.
As I approached, I could see a petite girl in a very skimpy, red bikini busy covering a VW beetle in massive amounts of soap suds.
I stood at the bottom of the driveway. “Good afternoon.”
I watched as the girl slowly turned toward me, she appeared to be about eighteen or twenty years old, and she looked like the Admiral. Maybe his daughter. Fuck me, she was a bombshell.
“Katherine, is that you?” I called as I admired her slender body and her pale, blonde hair.
She stood facing me with a big sponge in her hand. “Katie. Everyone calls me Katie,” she replied as she stepped closer to me.
“You look different; I haven’t seen you since you went away to college, you look grown up now.” Fuck her eyes looked electric blue and as wild as the Atlantic ocean.
Katie looked at me with her bright blue, stunning eyes. “Yep, I’m twenty now, and back home for the summer.”
I had heard stories about Katie Elizabeth Cornell and how she had made the Admiral’s life a living hell, she was the epitome of being a wild child and whatever he had done to try to calm her down, backfired on him.
The Admiral controls forty ships, but he can’t manage one young girl.
I couldn’t help myself. I looked at her slender body, and she looked younger than twenty by at least a couple of years, maybe more. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, but the stories were just too many, and I had put behind my wild days. This was the type of girl that would land me in trouble.
“So, what are you doing back on base?” I asked as I watched bubbles slowly slide off her amazingly tanned body.
“I have been grounded, confined to base for the summer, I upset Daddy a while ago, and this is my punishment,” she replied as she threw her sponge at her car in a pissed tone.
“Well, I need to head off and get this little one fed and changed,” I said as I gestured to Emmy who was pulling up shreds of grass on the lawn.
“Cute kid. You are?” she asked, ogling Emmy and then me.
Damn, she’s sexy, but what a trouble maker. Fuck!
“Just call me Cam. That is my daughter, Emmy. It was nice meeting you again,” I said as I started to walk slowly to the end of the street.
“See ya, Cam,” Katie said as she dunked her hand in her bucket and soaked her body as much as her car.
Damn!
As I strolled, I thought about Katie washing her car; she looked so gorgeous. her body was slim and slender, and her breasts were nice and pert. It had been a long time since I had looked at a woman and thought she looked beautiful. I had always blocked this thought and thought of Emmy and her mother, Stacey. But Katie was model material.
We arrived, the small place we called home. It was a Mexican style, one floor two bedroomed villa, or that was how they had described it in the literature when we moved in. It was small, and I was sure the Mexican style just meant the tops of the windows were curved rather than straight. It was small, but not overly cramped, and had everything we needed. And the main thing was, it was clean and safe for Emmy.
I put Emmy in her high chair while I prepared her food. “You hungry Emmy?” I asked as I walked around in the kitchen.
“Daddy!” she replied from her limited vocabulary.
I sat at the table and fed Emmy who lapped up her stewed, apple pudding. I had eaten a few weird things while on tour, but every time I faced baby food, I just had to turn my face up in disgust.
I quickly changed from my uniform and did a few exercises. I found I needed to keep in shape at home. Now that I had been chosen for the cadet instruction position, my physical training for duty had somewhat reduced.
I completed my usual routine of fifty pull-ups, fifty pushups, and fifty squats, and headed for the shower. I turned on the shower and stood to look at my physique in the mirror. I’d placed Emmy in the ‘safe area’ in the living room. I felt lucky that I had managed to retain my athletic and muscular build even though my training had reduced. A lot could be said for healthy eating and regular exercise.
Even though I considered myself to be “off the market,” mainly for Emmy's sake. I still had my “rockin’ build” and my “piercing green eyes,” according to women that had told me so. Apparently, these key factors still left me looking highly attractive and sexy, according to Tina, Danielle, Maria and my cousin back East.
You're off the market, but you still have it.
“Emmy, you ready for an afternoon nap? Daddy is ready for one,” I said as I removed Emmy from her high chair and placed her on the couch.
She smiled at me like I was chocolate.
I laid beside her and watched her as she closed her eyes, and she drifted off to that place where all toddlers go. I closed my eyes and thought about the journey that was set out in front of me. I had become a single dad; based at the Thirty-Second Street Naval Base and had the arduous task of raising a daughter all by myself.
It wouldn’t be easy, and I’d known since Stacey had passed away it would be difficult, but I was prepared for the struggle and would make sure no harm would ever come to Emmy. It was not the life I had envisioned for myself for sure, but I had Emmy and the honor of protecting American citizens. I would turn out right somehow… I just knew it.
One thing that worried me and crossed my mind was, if I ever saw her in the company of a girl like Katie who had become known as a troublemaker. I would hope there would never be a day when I would see Emmy walking around in a skimpy bikini like the one that Katie had worn.
“Emmy, promise me one thing. Be a good girl when you get older, I’m not sure Daddy could take it if he had to discipline you,” I said as I drifted off into a light sleep.
My mind drifted back to Katie, and how she looked as she rubbed her car with her sponge, her breasts pushed against the wet glass, and her ass stuck out as she stood on her tip-toes to reach across the roof. I tried not to think of her, but I found my mind kept going back to the scene again and again.
Stacey, I’m so sorry. Please forgive me. I stirred from my nap as I heard the phone ring.
“Hello,” I said as I rubbed my eyes.
I could here Owen from the other end of the line. “Well, you coming tonight or what?”
“Damn, Owen! You’re relentless. No wonder you're getting divorced. Even I would divorce you!” I laughed.
“Is Emmy asleep? I hope so. Fuck you Cam and the horse you rode in on,” he replied chuckling to himself.
“If I go, it will only be a couple of hours yeah?” I looked at Emmy as she slept like a princess.
“Sure, just a couple of beers with your old buddies, what can be better,” Owen replied.
“I have to find a sitter for the evening first before confirming. So, either way, if I get one you’ll be the first to know,” I replied, as I thought of who to ask.
“Roger. Over and out big
guy. I’ll wait for your call, and if I don’t answer, mom’s the word about the party, okay?” Owen asked.
“Sure, I got your six, you know that without asking,” I replied with a grin as I hung up the phone.
I had a couple of options of who to ask, and Mrs. Hyndley was the best bet, she had sat for other couples on a few occasions, and she only lived a few doors away which would make it more convenient.
I placed Emmy in her cot and turned on her mobile, the jingle of “Old Mcdonald had a Farm,” filled the bedroom; and I quickly headed across the road to ask Mrs. Hyndley for her assistance. She agreed, and I told her to be at my house about seven. Owen had told me the party would start at eight and I should, with a little luck, find myself back home at eleven.
I picked up the phone and called Owen.
“Yo, Cam, what's the news?” he asked sounding excited.
“I will come for a few hours, I managed to get a sitter,” I replied trying to think of what to wear.
“Hooyah! Cam Cross is back on the horse, welcome back buddy,” Owen squealed with delight.
It had been a long time since I had been out to a party with any of the people from the base. I knew they would be wild, and beers would be flowing like rivers, but I had changed. Emmy had calmed me, and I had become nervous about how to react or how I would fit in.
I hope I can do this…
Chapter 2
Katie
Dad lived in one of the biggest houses on the street, but it was too big just for him. He just couldn’t let go once Mom had left, because he had too many memories associated with the place. It, like many of the others, was Mexican style and an off-white with real terracotta slates on the roof. Although he had grounded me for the summer and brought me home from college, I’m sure he would be happy with my company for a couple of months.
I’d just finished washing my car and entered the house. I was now soaking wet, and I was glad I had only worn my bikini… it could have given some of the guys from the base a bit of a thrill in the process. I liked them looking at me.