by Kara Hart
“I need you to cum for me,” I tell her. Her knees start to shake and I know she’s close.
“Yeah?” she whispers, suddenly breathing very deep and erratically.
I don’t even give her the chance to know what hit her. I grab her hips and hold her into place. “I’m going to make you mine,” I tell her. Before she can even reply, she’s locked in my grasp. I force myself upward, drilling my cock into her. Over and over again, I’m fucking her like my life depends on it.
“Oh, shit,” she moans, dragging the words out. Her voice shakes from the pounding of my cock. I don’t let up. Instead, I go faster and faster, until…
“Fuck me!” she screams. “I’m cumming!”
Her body turns to fucking Jell-O. She literally goes limp against me. Her muscles start to twitch, which tells me I’ve got her. Her stomach shakes and her pussy grows tight around my cock.
“Jesus, woman,” I whisper and flip her onto her back. Her legs loosely around my waist. I fuck her with everything I’ve got. I just give it to her, pushing in deep from the hips. My hands grab at her flesh, cupping her tits and her ass. Every bit of her I have reminds me that I need more, more, more.
Her pussy contracts and her eyes fall wide open. She can’t talk, move, or do anything. She’s lost in a world of pleasure and I continue to give her more than she bargained for.
When the time comes, I pull out of her and watch her writhe against the ground. “Oh. My. God,” she says, smiling. “Do you want to sign up for the show?” she laughs.
“If it means doing this every night,” I say, “then, sign me up.”
She crawls forward, arching her back at me. Her ass shoots straight in the air and it is perfection. I grab it with both hands and lean forward, licking her whole pussy. “You taste so fucking good,” I moan, eating her.
“Fuck me,” she whispers. “Cum inside of me.”
I stop eating her and get up from my knees, stroking my thick cock. I wipe the sweat from my forehead and look at her. She’s all I’ve ever wanted and asked for out of life and now I have her for just one night. I have to cherish this moment forever. I don’t care how drunk we are, I have to relish it.
“God damn,” I whisper at the sight of her. I slide my cock against her clit a few times, rubbing my body against her. Then, I push myself in and feel the warmth enclose around me.
“Do what your heart desires,” she says. She turns her head and looks at me fucking her. Her mouth hangs wide open for a second as I slide myself in, and she smiles. “Use me.”
I go to town on her. It’s all I can do. I want to explode. I want to shoot my cum all over her perfectly curvy body. When I take off for Afghanistan, I won’t have any woman to call my own, so I make the most of this.
I reach down as I fuck her doggy style, and I begin to rub her clit. I feel her lips folding over my cock with each pump. I thrust into her with strength and determination, and, I swear to God, I’m about to lose it. I grab her tits for support and fuck her rapidly.
“Cum,” she screams so loud I’m surprised the hotel guests can’t hear us. Shit, maybe they can, but I don’t give a damn. I keep fucking her like this until I can feel a dull pressure build inside of me. Suddenly, it turns into a hint of pleasure and that grows like an insatiable ache.
“I’m going to cum,” I tell her.
“Don’t pull out,” she says and turns her head to smile at me. I run my hand across the small of her back and feel myself losing it.
My cock grows and twitches. This is it. I circle my fingers around her nipples one time and lose all control. My whole body grows tight and then like a loaded gun, I go off. I shoot my load, pushing inside deep. I bring her closer toward me, pulling her body back so that she’s now sitting on my cock and facing the other direction.
She bounces on top of me once, twice, and on the third time, she holds herself down on me for at least ten seconds. I can barely stand it. My muscles twitch and shake, and I lose myself inside her. “Fuck!” I scream, shaking my head rapidly.
She slides herself off me and falls to the grassy floor beside me.
“Wow,” I laugh, turning toward her. “Can I have you forever?”
“Contractually speaking, no,” she says. “But, God damn, your cock is something else.”
Did she really just say that? Tell me why the hell I’m leaving home again? To protect my country… Well, shit. Maybe I need to stay back. I’ve never had a woman say that kind of shit before. I gaze into her eyes and let it all sink in.
I’m in over my head. I’m spinning. I need her again because, as the saying goes “Just one touch is never enough.”
Dakota
It was all a dream. Well, that’s how it felt anyway. I saw him when I went into that ocean. I knew he’d try to pick me up. I just didn’t expect it to go that far. I didn’t expect Mr. Navy to fuck my brains right out of my skull.
Yes, it was that good. Yes, I’m still having muscle contractions from my orgasm. And, yes, I’m still wracking my brain, trying to find a reason why I don’t just run away with him right then and there.
“Let’s do something,” he suddenly says out of the blue. “Let’s go somewhere. Somewhere fun.”
“What?” I laugh. I think he just took me to the moon and back. Now he already wants to take me somewhere else? Damn, this man is insatiable. “Are you serious?”
“I’m very fucking serious,” he says, picking himself up from the ground. He takes off the condom and throws it into the jungle-like shrub. “You don’t understand my situation. I’m locked up with a bunch of married men. They’re huge buzzkills.”
“Some kind of bachelor getaway?” I ask him.
“It’s supposed to be a goodbye trip, ‘cause I’m going away and all,” he says. He looks down when he says it, as if there’s a hint of regret in those words. It doesn’t take long for him to perk back up. He grabs my hand and says “So let’s do something fun. Please? We both need it.”
He’s right. I could use a real night to remember. “You just fucked my brains out,” I say. “What else could a girl want?”
“I bet we can find something,” he says. “Besides, I can always fuck your brains out again.”
I shake my head and acquiesce. “Fine,” I laugh. “I’ll go with you.”
He grabs me and picks me up, holding me in his arms. “You know how to make a man happy,” he says.
“I guess that’s why the network picked me, huh?” I laugh softly, although it’s slightly painful to even think about. A year from now, my life will have completely changed forever and I’m not even sure it will be for the better. All the men on the show are chauvinistic lunatics and it’s pretty obvious they’re in it for the publicity.
“Come on,” he pulls me forward and I have to literally grab my underwear and his towel as we run back to the hotel. He runs to the beach and grabs my dress and I try to make myself look as presentable as I can. Truth is, it looks like I’ve just been fucked on a grassy cliff. I’m not fooling anyone.
“We have to go around,” I tell him. “I can’t be spotted.”
“I feel like I’m fucking royalty,” he laughs.
“You don’t know the half of it,” I say, running off to the side of the hotel. We’re both shoeless, wet, and we look insane. If he doesn’t care, I don’t care. We walk to the strip, laughing because we feel free. Tonight, we have an excuse to be ourselves and that gives me a joy I never thought I’d feel again.
We walk down to the strip near the hotel and hear music coming from a bar. “Oh, shit,” he says. “A karaoke bar? We have to do it.” His smile is big and he’s pulling me toward the doors to the bar.
I’m more reluctant. “I don’t know,” I groan. “I’m not a good singer.”
“Come on. It’ll be fun,” he smiles. I have to learn to let go. I have to be more open-minded with my choices. Me saying yes to doing the show was my attempt at letting go, but it was overall a terrible decision. So I follow him in. I take a deep breath and let
myself walk up to the stage.
“I’ve never done this before,” I tell him.
He looks surprised. “You’ve never done karaoke?” he laughs. “Well, tonight is the night for new experiences.”
He tells the man at the mixer something and then walks back to me. The bar is completely empty, except a few stragglers. “Alright, the song is ‘Aint No Mountain High Enough,’” he whispers. He pulls me up to the stage and hands me the microphone. “You good?”
“I’m good,” I smile. “Except for the fact that this is the weirdest and cheesiest thing I’ve ever done.”
“You’re on a show called Wedded, Dakota,” he laughs. “Get used to weird and cheesy.
When the music starts, I feel my heart pounding. This is so stupid, I keep repeating in my head. What the hell am I doing? But it’s obvious what I’m doing. I’m letting go. I’m finally allowing myself to be free. I look over at this hunk of a man, Payton Caldwell, and everything suddenly slows down for me.
His smile is perfect. His body is cut to perfection. He exhibits strength and confidence. Unlike most men I’ve encountered lately, his confidence is different. It’s not scummy. It’s endearing. Sure, he crosses the line and says things that are borderline misogynistic. And sure, he’s totally arrogant and has basically sold his soul to the Navy. But it’s the way he looks at me. It’s the way he laughs after he calls me “woman.” He knows how to ride the line.
“Aint no river high enough,” he sings. And I can’t hold myself back. I sing the song with him and the four people that are in the bar whistle at us. And that’s it. That’s what letting go feels like. The song finishes and he drops to his knees and says into the microphone. “Give it up for my wife, Sheila! Ain’t she great?”
The four people at the bar clap wildly as he picks me up and carries me outside. “Sheila?!” I laugh, pushing him away slightly.
He grabs my arm and pulls me in, kissing me. The way my heart reacts shocks me. I’m not used to feeling this way. I’m not used to letting life take me on adventures like this. It’s the small things that make me feel real again. It’s the way he holds me in his arms, as if I’ve been his. I know it’s ridiculous and it’s not like I’m falling for him or something. It’s just that sometimes you forget what it’s like to feel young again.
“Sheila, I can’t believe I’ve had 40 great years with you,” he laughs.
“It’s been a dream,” I reply, closing my eyes. He kisses my nose and lets me go.
“Come on! I’m hungry,” he suddenly says. “Are you hungry?”
I’m starving actually. Ever since I got this TV gig, I’ve been on a strict diet. My agent says it’s a must. “God, yes!”
“Good. I’m buying,” he says. “Let’s eat somewhere nice. I know just the place.”
We run forward, screaming and laughing wildly. About a half a mile later, we’re totally out of breath. “We’re here,” he says. “Finally.”
I catch my breath and look forward. It’s nice. Like, really nice. “Whoa,” I whisper. The whole restaurant is on the water. There’s a long, wooden walkway toward the actual building and when we get inside, I notice the clear, glass floor. Underneath, you can see all of the tropical fish and a coral reef.
“It’s beautiful,” I say.
“I knew you’d like it,” he says. “I figure we have to make this a night to remember.”
“Good evening. Table for two?” the host asks us.
“Yes,” Payton says, clearing his throat. “Me and my wife are on our honeymoon. May we have an outside table?”
The host is hesitant. “It’s usually reserved for—”
Payton actually cuts the guy off, handing him a bill. “I think I put in a reservation earlier. Can you check to see if it’s in your books?”
My eyes widen as the host replies “Oh, yes. I see it here now. Right this way, sir.”
Payton nudges me and smiles. We’re seated and given menus. The whole thing is utterly surreal. “We’ll take two margaritas,” Payton tells the host. He nods and returns with two freshly blended drinks.
“I can’t believe you!” I say.
“I feel like we can get away with anything tonight,” he says. “Man, it’s times like these I really wish I wasn’t deploying so soon.”
He looks wistful, and I know he has a mild regret for his choice. “Why do it? Why go through with it?”
“I don’t even agree with the politics,” he says. “But I look at those children on the news, the kids in the villages, and my heart breaks. I’m going over there to try and make a difference. I just want to help people.”
“A noble cause,” I tell him.
He nods. “I guess. It doesn’t mean I’m not freaking the fuck out about going.”
We order lobster and when it’s delivered to us, we devour it. We laugh over stories from back home. He’s from Texas and I’m from Oregon, two very different places. Still, there’s a common connection that keeps us talking.
“I grew up on a ranch,” he says, forking into his laughter. When I laugh, he shakes his head. “I’m serious. My parents are the real deal. They’re ranchers.”
“Ranchers?” I cover my mouth. “I’m sorry, I just don’t think I’ve ever met a rancher before.”
“Well now you’ve met one. My dad grows the crops and raises the cattle. My mother handles selling it all,” he says. “I’m serious. Why is that so funny?”
“I’m sorry,” I smile, covering my mouth still. “It’s not. It’s actually, um, pretty sexy.” I can’t help but imagine him on a ranch, shirt off, digging into the land. I picture him plowing the dirt and wiping the sweat off his body, his abs literally glistening in the sunlight. It’s a fantasy I’ve created for myself and it’s one that gets me absolutely wet.
Unexpectedly, the server comes out with something special. “I heard you two are celebrating a honeymoon? Congratulations!”
She’s holding a chocolate-fudge lava pie, complete with burning sparklers. I could just die and go to heaven right now. “Thank you,” I whisper in awe to the server as she turns to walk away.
I take a bite and savor it. Come this time tomorrow, everything will have changed. I’ll have to say my goodbyes and set out on a much different path. As for right now, I’m enjoying my time. I look at Payton, offering my spoon. “This is unreal. You have to try it.”
He takes a bite and smiles. “It’s good. Still, it’s not as sweet as you are. I can’t get the taste of you out of my mind. I could eat you forever.” His eyes stare into my soul. He’s determined and waiting for more. I feel my heartbeat quicken and my breathing feels rushed.
I blush and take another bite. “I still can’t believe any of that happened,” I say. I smile to myself and think about that night. It was so perfect.
“Me neither,” he says. “I mean, I came outside to get laid, but I didn’t realize I’d land a bombshell like you.”
“Let’s go,” I tell him, feeling a little melancholic about tomorrow. I look at my watch and it’s 5:30 in the morning. Holy shit. It’s been that long? “Fuck. It’s late.”
“Time’s irrelevant until I have to take off,” he says.
“I have an idea. Let’s watch the sunrise.”
We both stumble out of the restaurant and walk back to the hotel. When we finally actually get there, the sun is just starting to form and the clouds conceal its beauty ever so slightly. This time, we find a nice nook on the beach and sit on the sand.
Neither of us is saying much at this point. There’s an understanding that this is all about to end. I fall against him, feeling the warmth of his body. Just a one-night stand. That’s all he is. I have to remember that. I can’t cling onto this memory, even if it is so poignant and moving. We had the night of our lives together and, as the sun climbs its way back into the sky, we fall asleep in each other’s arms.
While the Navy SEAL, Payton Caldwell, dreams, I kiss his shoulder and take a deep breath in. I soak up the smell of ocean, tropical flora, and his col
ogne. This will be the last time I ever see the guy. I kiss him one more time and quietly make my way back to my hotel room, back to the producers. It’s time to hold up my end of the bargain. It’s time to start what I signed up for.
Payton
I wake up half naked with sand filling in my crack. My head throbs and the sun shines directly on my chest. I’ve got a sunburn the color of a lobster shell and I’m completely dehydrated. “What the fuck happened?” I mutter to Dakota. Only, there’s no Dakota to be found. She’s up and disappeared on me.
“Great,” I whisper. “Another one gone.”
Last night was perfect, one hundred percent perfect. And now I can’t get the woman out of my head. I’ve got no time left here and all I want is a picture or something to keep her in my mind. Anything, so I can remember tonight.
I need to chill. I need to relax. The guys are going to think I’m fucking insane. So, I do what I have to do. I pick myself off the ground, jump into the water to wash the sand off my ass, and I walk back to the room.
Immediately, the guys are on me like a pack of hounds. “Where’d you go, man?” Drew asks me. I’m too hung-over to explain it to them. They wouldn’t understand the level of debauchery I got into. They’re married. What would they know about spontaneity?
“I went out,” I state the obvious. “I met a girl.”
“Tonight was our last night together. I thought we were all going to head to the bar together?” Carlos says.
“You guys sound like a bunch of old men,” I say, falling face first onto the bed. “Did you hear what I said? I met a girl. I got laid. End of story.”
“Bullshit,” Carlos says. “You went and got too drunk like you always do and fell asleep somewhere.” They continue to laugh and act like a bunch of children.
Drew laughs. “Jesus man, you’re as red as a tomato.”
I groan in pain. “It was worth it, dammit. It was worth every second.” They have no idea.
Drew sighs, shaking his head. “Alright, if this is real then who was it with?”