He lifted her to place a pillow beneath her buttocks. Braylon spread her legs wide, clenched his erection with his fingers, then put his head on her wet opening. She prepared for him to brand her, tense beneath his hard physique.
“Open your eyes, Sandella,” he groaned. Her right eye popped open. “Both of them.” There went the left one. “I want to see your eyes as I sink to the bottom of you.” As wet as she was he was sure to drown at some point, she thought.
He slowly inched the top half of his thick shaft inside. Her constricted walls stretched. His girth was thick and fulfilling to the point it seemed inhuman. Receiving him, she fisted the sheets. She bit gently at the inside of her cheeks as a low grunt sat on the opening of her lips dying to escape.
Rocking his hips, he paused. Concern enveloped his pupils. “Damn, you’re tight. Are you a virgin?”
Nodding, she purred, “Yes, Braylon. You’re my first.”
“Fuck!” He jumped off her and rolled out of bed to his feet.
Mortified, she rose up on her elbows.
He grasped the sides of his head. “You didn’t tell me you were a virgin!”
BRAYLON’S DICK throbbed and felt ready to burst on him as he paced back and forth at the side of the bed, trying to make an acute decision. Both his brain and his cock were troubled, on the verge of hurting. The naked, sexy lady in his bed had just told him she was a fucking virgin, that he was her first. He paused and looked down at Sandella. Jesus Christ. What’s a man to do?
Her virginity was indeed a problem for him because he had a tendency to fuck women then not want to be bothered with them after doing so. And the last thing he wanted was to do that to someone as sweet and as special as Sandella. Damn, why didn’t he have this conversation beforehand? Admiring the round curves of her swollen breasts and her pointed black nipples, the squirming balls in his sac rolled into knots. Ouch.
She tilted her chin to look up at him. The bluish moon glowed through the slits in the blinds over her soft circular face. Batting her eyelashes, her rounded eyes gleamed with arousal. “I didn’t know I had to tell you.”
He released a pent-up breath. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
She flattened her hands on the mattress, spread her legs wider. “I’m positive. And just so you know…I’ve been ready for quite some time now.” She slid her finger in her mouth and sucked it.
Electricity surged through his throbbing shaft. He flew on top of her, and she fell flat on her back. Fondling the hot space between her legs, he found her tender entrance then reinserted himself into her creamy wetlands.
When she wrapped her legs around his waist she bucked, forcing him to slip to the bottom of her. Fucking Christ! Her tight walls clenched him like a slick glove as he stroked.
He slid his pulsating shaft to her entrance, leaving just the tip in, then slowly pressed back down. He moaned. “You feel so good, Sandella.”
SOFT COOS came from Sandella’s pursed lips. “You too.” Now that the pain had subsided Braylon’s skillful penetration was bringing her sheer pleasure. Mmmm, he’s hitting all the right spots. As he sucked her sensitive areola, she tucked her body into his contours and grabbed his butt. So many pleasures at once, oh my.
Their sweaty bodies were in exquisite harmony with one another as he moved in and out of her, urging her toward an orgasm. Their eyes locked. Her shallow breathing quickened. Approaching her climax, her sex beat fiercely.
He brought his member up to her entrance again, and when he slammed back in an orgasm rippled through her body. “Braylon!” A rush of wild wind expelled from her lungs as she yelled out his name.
He dipped up and down. He shuddered. “I feel your pussy exploding on my dick. You’re making me come, baby.” His back straightened. He continued to stroke her as hot sperm squirted inside, filling her to the hilt.
Now that was good. I’m in love. Her body hadn’t had the chance to recuperate and here she wanted to do it again already.
A satisfied glow filled his eyes as he pecked her forehead. Taking in every little detail of their lovemaking aftermath, she felt his cock soften inside her. He rolled off her. She smiled outwardly and inwardly.
“Come here, baby.” He gathered her in his arms.
Sandella’s thighs felt sticky as she lay cuddled up against his chest. “I’m so glad you were my first.”
With his chest pressing into her back, and his penis against her butt, he caressed her arm. “Me too, Sandella. Me too.” He bestowed the back of her head with a kiss. Shortly thereafter, Sandella drifted off to sleep satisfied, and in the bulky arms of a fine Marine.
Chapter Seven
Early the next morning, the loud engine of a motor boat strummed inside Braylon’s ears and awakened him from a deep slumber. He stirred, then opened his eyes to find his limbs were entangled with Sandella’s. Her naked left leg was thrown over his hip and her arm was strewn across his chest.
God she was so beautiful when she slept. As the sound of the motor faded, he thought back to the way he’d made love to her last night. His heart stirred remembering that he’d been her first. I got that pussy first.
He mentally raised a fist in the air as if he were a boxing champion. Smiling, he rubbed a hand over his chest. What he felt for her was so different than anything he’d ever experienced before.
Braylon laced his fingers together behind his head and stared at the ceiling. His movement jarred Sandella out of her sleep. She peeled her eyes open. “Good morning…beautiful,” he said.
“Good morning.” She snuggled up tighter to him then lay her head on his chest.
He lowered his arm to cup her shoulder. “Last night was the best night of my life.”
She smiled. “It was the most beautiful night for me, too.” She ran a finger over a deep gash to the right of his navel. “How’d you get this scar?”
“I was shot while serving on the front line in Iraq. I almost died.”
She eased up in bed. “You fought in the war? Willa never mentioned it to me.”
“That’s because she didn’t know. My father and I decided it’d be best not to tell her. We didn’t want her worrying. But as soon as she returns I’m going to tell her.”
“She’ll be shocked.”
“Probably mad that we didn’t tell her, too.”
“I’ve never known anyone who fought in a war before. I want to hear all about it. Were you scared?”
He propped a pillow up against the headboard behind his back and another one in his lap. He patted the pillow in his lap. “Lay your head here and I’ll tell you all about it.”
When she nestled her head on the pillow, long black strands of hair toppled over her face. He scooped up her tresses, arranging them to parade down her spine.
Bloody images of Iraq surfaced in his brain. His heart squeezed. Losing many of his friends during the terrible war had devastated him. He’d thought he was going to die out in that damn desert. God damn it felt good to be in Hilton Head Island smitten by a pretty lady and getting some good pussy.
“I’m so glad you’re willing and wanting to listen to my experience in the war. It really helps when I talk about it with someone who truly cares.” Braylon’s mind flashed back to Madison. After he returned home three years ago, Madison had never wanted to listen to him talk about Iraq. The spoiled, snobbish lady was too wrapped up into herself to even care about the horrors he’d been through. When Braylon had asked about taking their relationship to the next level, she’d flat out said his career chosen path as a Marine didn’t fit her family’s image of what they wanted her husband to be.
She pushed him to go back to law school and work in his father’s business. Finally, he’d gotten so fed up with Madison trying to change him, he dumped her. And now she claimed they shared a son. Drayton. What am I going to do when I find out Drayton’s really mine?
He sulked inwardly then shifted his views back to Iraq. Every time he revisited that time in his life he felt like crying. And although he never
wept outwardly, his heart wept inside on a regular basis. The macho side of him fought to keep his wounded heart a secret.
“When my squad first arrived at our outpost in Iraq, the first thing we did was outfit our living quarters.” He drifted away.
Growing up in the comforts of a luxurious Texas-style mansion, outfitting his living quarters hadn’t come easy for Braylon upon his arrival in Iraq. Back home a person just stayed inside if the weather was unrelenting, but in the desert he had to salvage wood to build shelter against the vicious winds. While pissing into metal pipe fed through a barricade filled with dirt was challenging, it’d been even harder for him to burn his own feces in a metal drum.
Forget about taking a shower because there wasn’t any running water. After long days of gruesome foot patrolling the infantrymen would pull on new socks, use baby wipes to clean their bodies, and smother themselves in baby powder so they could pretend they smelled decent.
“It was misery, but we endured the misery together.”
Sandella sat upright. “How do you feel about women fighting on the front lines?”
“While I think women are more than qualified to fight, I have mixed feelings about it.”
“Why’s that?”
“As men, we fight together, kill together, and get killed together. And while that bothers me, I think I’d react differently and be worse off if I saw a woman fighting next to me get her head blown off. I also think I’d be more inclined to help a woman who’d been injured before I helped a man.” And some men can’t focus with titties and a fine piece of ass around them.
“Yeah, I see your point.”
Tears streamed down her face after he shared the fact that everyone in his unit except for him had died after a bomb explosion. “I’m glad to have served my country. If I had to do it all over again, I wouldn’t change a thing. I’m proud to be a Marine,” he said, emphasizing the word Marine, getting out of bed.
He opened the closet door, retrieved a box full of photos from the shelf, then made his way back to the bed. “This is a picture of me and the men in my unit,” he said, handing her the photo filled with brave Marines.
She slid the picture he’d given her to the back of the rest to look at the following one. The skin at the corner of her eyes compressed as she peered down at the photo of him sitting next to body bags. She glanced up at him. “This is so sad. I’m so sorry.” Her eyes misted. “I’m so proud of you. Thank you for everything you’ve done for this country.” She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him as if he didn’t have early morning breath.
As his tongue twirled around hers, his cock stiffened. He motioned her to her back, threw her sultry legs over his shoulders, and drove his tool inside the sweet juices of her juncture.
Riding her, he cupped the heel of her foot and kissed it. I’m never going to tire of this pussy. He might not be ready to admit it, but this damn woman had a hold on him.
Gyrating her hips, she placed her toes on his lips, and he sucked the two big ones inside his mouth. She burst into laughter. “That tickles!”
Stroke. Stroke. “It does, huh?” With his fingers grasping her ankles, he stroked her and suckled on her toes like they were stick candy.
“Stop! I can’t take it!” She covered her mouth and couldn’t stop laughing.
“You’re tickling me, too” he thrust into her, “so it’s only fair that I tickle you back.” Rocking his hips back and forth, he tortured her cute pink-painted toes.
Giggling, she hefted the pillow from the headboard, tossed it in his face. She then gyrated her hips, intentionally severing their connection, and rolled out of bed to her feet. She stood at the side of the bed with her arms wrapped around her waist, cracking up with girlish laughter. Witnessing firsthand her extreme excitement, he became aroused to the point of no return.
He clambered out of bed, walked to the back of her, and then reached around to caress the high swells of her breasts. Grinding his erection against her spine, he slid a hand between her legs and pinched her clitoris. Her laughter turned into deep, intense gasps.
He placed a hand on her spine, grabbed his dick, then rubbed his mushroom head along the crack of her butt. “I’m going to take you from behind.”
Following his lead, she flattened her hands on the rumpled linen, bent over, and he slid his shaft deep inside her. Oh yeah. This pussy will always be mine.
MAKING GOOD LOVE to Sandella twice this morning had Braylon rushing to get to work. He glanced at the clock inside the Hummer then cursed. An extremist when it came to punctuality, he’d never been late to work before and had no intentions of being tardy today either. Appreciating the durability of his SUV, he weaved around a slow-moving Pontiac and made a quick right into Parris Island military base.
Reaching the guard’s station, he halted. The guard stared at him, then after scrutinizing his ID saluted him. Braylon raised his hand to his forehead saluting him in return. The security on the base was airtight, just like it should be.
The long road leading to his office had a cozy country feeling. Large oaks with huge branches draped with grey moss lined both sides of the road. A smiled covered his face as he cruised past recruits jogging alongside the road, dressed in camouflage and spit-shined boots. The drill sergeant chanting out in front curved to his right with his team of recruits strictly following his lead.
Braylon wheeled his truck in front of the brick building, parked, and read the time on the dashboard. Good, he was fifteen minutes early. Because he liked to arrive to work at least thirty minutes beforehand, he and Sandella were going to have to start having sex earlier in the morning from now on.
The fall sun beat down on his nape as he climbed the steps of the building. He pulled the door open and gladly stepped inside. After three and a half weeks of relaxing, it sure felt good to finally start work, he thought, taking in his professional surroundings.
Marines walked about inside the office wearing various forms of uniforms, depending on their ranks and assigned duties. He’d already had the pleasure of meeting his boss, Spencer Knox, the same day as he’d met Sandella so he knew exactly where his office was.
As he strode down the hallway toward Spencer’s office, an attractive blond female dressed in navy blues stopped him. “Do you need help?” she asked, her eyes raking over his body. Was this woman coming on to him? Did she have the nerve to flirt with him on their first meeting?
“Thanks, but I’m good.”
“Well, if you ever need anything,” she looked back over her shoulder, then back at him, “I’m Alyssa…Alyssa Carrington.” She extended her arm.
Braylon shook her hand. “Braylon Wexler. Nice meeting you, Alyssa.”
“No, it’s nice meeting you,” she said, emphasizing the you. “Mmm. Mmm. Mmm,” she hummed, strutting off.
When Braylon turned around to look at the sexy blond, she was looking back at him too. He smiled, then proceeded toward his destination. Sorry, Alyssa, I’m taken. The sudden thought of belonging to only one woman, Sandella, had come out of nowhere and nearly scared the living shit out of him.
He emerged inside the office of his boss, Lieutenant Colonel Spencer Knox, to find him standing behind his desk, looking out the window. Braylon cleared his throat. “Good morning.”
Spencer’s head snapped in his direction. He looked down at the clock on his desk then back at Braylon. “Good morning. For a second there I thought you’d be late. Just so you know, I have low tolerance for tardiness.” He chuckled dryly.
Braylon detected a condescending tone in the man’s voice. “Well, it’s a good thing I’m right on time.” If it hadn’t been for making love to Sandella I would’ve been much earlier.
A tall lanky white man with thick brown eyebrows marched into Spencer’s office and came to a stop next to Braylon. “You must be our new Criminal Investigator…Braylon Wexler.”
Damn, his eyebrows need trimming. “Yes. I am.”
“I’m Lieutenant Colonel Forest Greene.” Braylon’s
brows must’ve hitched. “Yeah, yeah, I know. It’s a dumb name, but you can blame my momma for that.” Forest burst into laughter and Spencer joined him. “Who the hell knows, maybe the broad was pissy drunk when she had me. That’d explain my behavior, wouldn’t it, Knox?”
“If you say so.” Spencer said, shaking his head.
Braylon found Forest’s untimely remark and tone rather unprofessional considering this was their first meeting. Maybe he was just too uptight because he’d been on edge about possibly running late.
“Anyway, welcome to Parris Island. My office is right down the hallway. Let me know if I can be of any help to you. Nice meeting you.”
“Likewise.”
Spencer said, “I’ll show you around, introduce you to your coworkers, then you can get settled and began your day.”
HOURS LATER after Spencer showed Braylon around the base, he returned to his office. He plopped down in his chair and hit the button on his computer. Rolling his shoulders, he sighed, then leaned back in his chair waiting for the computer to charge up. All that great sex last night and this morning had him longing for some more. He thought about Sandella and his dick hardened.
His eyes scanned over the clean spacious workspace. Nice office. It’s much different than being on the front lines of a war. He folded his arms across his chest and noticed the blinking red light on his desk phone. He had a message.
He lifted the phone to his ear, hit the inbox for his voicemail, and grabbed a pen from his organizer. In search of a note pad to write on, he pulled open his desk drawer and found several pieces of unopened mail inside. One of the envelopes was stamped confidential in red. Confidential? He hefted the medium brown envelope along with a yellow Post-it.
“Hi Braylon, this is Alyssa.” Alyssa? Oh yeah, the girl I met in the hallway this morning. “I forgot to give you my number. It’s 551-1352. Again…551-1352. Call me sometime.” Braylon smiled at the woman’s determination and dropped the receiver back on its base. Because he had no intention of calling her, he didn’t bother to write down her number. Right now his mind was on one woman, and one woman only. Sandella.
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