Daddy Seal (The Navy Seal Collection Book 3)

by Angela Blake

  “Welcome.” he said, and opened the door, revealing a cozy living room space with a red sofa, a small kitchen at the far end, and a room door toward the right.

  “Woowww…” was all Roxanne could manage as she entered his house and walked with her body revolving repeatedly, taking in every corner of the room.

  Chris walked inside slowly, his hands in his pockets, feeling quite proud and confident.

  “So what do you think?” he asked, now standing next to his room door, his legs wide, and his face calm.

  She turned around to face him, then replied, “I think it’s lovely. I would love to live in a place like this.”

  She was comparing this space to her own house, of course, realizing just how used to luxury and wealth she was, never even imagining what living in a small apartment would feel like. And now that she was in one, it felt so much more private, and comfortable.

  In her own house, she felt like a tiny cog in the whole machine, while over here, she didn’t have to feel like the walls were listening, or that every step she took had a lot at stake. Something about her own house had made her feel caged.

  While facing him, she finally also allowed herself to check him out in detail. How his wide shoulders gave him a buff look, or how his jawline was perfectly squared. She could also tell that he went to the gym, or at least worked out regularly, his body shape and tone were quite hot.

  As for his clothing though, that was what was captivating Roxanne so badly. She had met many rich men with attractive complexions and whatnot, but none of them had the sense of what a true gentleman looked like. But this was something that Chris seemed to have figured out in all its aspects.

  “Well, if you really want it, I wouldn’t mind selling it to you.” he said jokingly, and laughed.

  The stance in which he was standing had an inviting nature to it. Not that he was seducing her or anything, but just the way he stood his ground with his hands in his pockets, in a way said that he wasn’t going to move. And without even thinking of doing so, Roxanne was taking small footsteps toward him.

  “Or I could simply move in.” she replied while snapping her fingers, and the two laughed harder.

  Both of them knew that none of these words had any seriousness about them, and were only filling the empty spaces until their lips would touch and there’d be no space to fill anymore.

  Chris had to hold himself back from reaching out for her, as she moved closer and closer until she was less than a foot away from him, and Chris finally did something he had been waiting to do for a long time. He placed his hands on her waist, and pulled her closer.

  The two kept looking into each other’s eyes, and both could sense the sexual tension in between them. Feeling his crotch touching hers’, Chris couldn’t help but lean in and give her a kiss. Slow and sensual did not suit his tastes at all, but this was something better than he could’ve ever imagined, despite being able to tell that she didn’t really know how to kiss.

  Her lips were soft, tender and wet. He could’ve slurped on them for ages.

  “Have you had anyone before me?” he asked, blankly and directly, still holding her waist.

  “Um….” she couldn’t dare meeting his eyes.

  “It’s fine if you don’t want to answer. And there’s no wrong answer.” he clarified.

  “Well, yes. You’re the first person I’ve ever kissed.” she forced herself to say, knowing full well that her insecurity about not being enough would hold her back from doing so.

  Chris’ lips widened just a bit hearing this, and after leaning in till their lips were almost touching, whispered, “So you’re a virgin?”

  Roxanne flinched, but at the same time felt the walls of her vagina clench in desire.

  “Yes.” she said, but couldn’t wait any longer.

  She threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and started making out with him. Getting intensely turned on by this move of hers’, Chris giggled and picked her up from the thighs, now having her legs wrapped around his waist and her crotch grinding against his.

  She could feel his boner rubbing against her vagina, and wanted him to do things to her. She had never even imagined herself being in a scenario like this, and now that she was, both her mind and body wanted to let loose.

  He turned around and leaned her against his bedroom door, now grinding into her against the wall. Her hands were roaming around his body, and slowly started going down towards his waist. He started pulling her shirt out.

  He was extremely turned on, unable to believe that he had Roxanne in his arms, a girl he thought was too pure for him, but little did he know she was a virgin, and he was the first man she wanted that way. He slipped his hand under her blouse, and grabbed her boob.

  Roxanne moaned, and hearing it, Chris couldn’t stop himself from thrusting. He wanted to hear her moan louder, and he placed his hands on her ass to pull her crotch toward his.

  Suddenly, Roxanne did something he was not expecting at all. She leaned forward to pull her weight away from the door, and lowered one hand toward the doorknob. She turned it, and pushed the door open behind her, to which Chris pulled away from kissing her, and giggled.

  “What?” she asked shyly.

  “You want more?” he asked in return, flirtatiously.

  Her eyes widened at this question, her expressions saying a clear yes but her mouth unable to utter any words. She nodded in affirmation like a child.

  Chris couldn’t believe this was actually happening, that Roxanne, the precious and delicate gem that she was, wanted to lose her virginity to him.

  He walked forward toward the bed, and reaching the edge, carefully laid her down on the mattress getting on top of her and kissing her. He started licking her lips, and then slowly moved downward to her chin, and then her neck.

  Roxanne could feel the wetness in her panties, and she couldn’t stop thinking of that wetness being on his dick. She felt confused about what she was supposed to do, but lost in the pleasure of what he was doing to her, she just wanted to do something.

  Her hand reached for his cock, and she started stroking his erection over his pants. She could feel his penis pulsating, struggling to be let out, the hardness of it making her pussy clench.

  He moaned hard as soon as her hand touched his crotch, and he bit into her neck. She threw her hands back on the mattress to a stance which said she was all his, and he could do whatever he wanted with her.

  He moved downward, grabbing her boob with one hand and taking his mouth toward the nipple of the other. He felt his cheek rub on the necklace, Tania’s necklace, which made all his dark fantasies come back to him. He bit where her nipple was over her blouse, and she felt her nipples becoming hard. He moved even further down, his hands now pulling her skirt down.

  He sat up on the mattress, and pulled her skirt off, revealing thin, off-white panties. What lay in front of his eyes was an absolute wonder of nature, and he wanted to savor every part of it. He started from her feet, trailing his tongue along her inner leg toward her crotch.

  He wanted to tease her for a bit, so he started kissing and sucking around her belly button, while stroking her inner thigh very close to her hole. Then slowly bringing his mouth closer, he kissed her clitoris, and pressed a finger against her hole at the same time, making her moan.

  Roxanne’s mouth was open wide in pleasure, as her moaning voice grew louder and her breathing heavier. He licked her clitoris ever so slowly, in long sensual strokes, up and down. At the same time, he circled his finger around her hole with some pressure for a bit, then slowly started inserting it into her wet and tight hole.

  For the first time, a man was entering Roxanne’s body, and she couldn’t wait to see how it felt, for a man to be deep inside and making love to her. But something within Roxanne was rising, as if there was a beast trapped inside that Chris was awakening.

  He put his finger deep inside, and sucked on her clitoris, after which he started
flicking it with his tongue in short and fast strokes, while his finger explored the depths of her vagina, bringing her close to orgasm.

  “I want you.” she got herself to whisper, not knowing how else to say that she wanted his cock inside.

  Chris giggled, and after giving one long lick to her pussy, and leaving some spit there, he sat up to take off his clothes. Roxanne also felt like being naughty, wanting to let out whatever was inside her. As they were making eye contact, she started smiling teasingly, and lifted her blouse up to her boob with her finger.

  Chris wanted her so bad, he got off the bed, pulled his pants off, tore away his boxers, and was on top of her in no time at all, with his hard cock rubbing against her pussy. She took her hand down once again, and placed his cock at her entrance, looking into his eyes pleadingly.

  He caressed the side of her face, and gave her a soft kiss before started to push in. He wanted to make her first time the best she could’ve possibly had, and wanted it to not hurt.

  Roxanne was also aware of how it hurt some women in their first time, but despite having read guidelines like taking it slow, using lube, the beast inside of her wanted him to plunge in with one stroke and fuck her rough.

  He circled his head at her entrance for a bit, very slowly pushing in further. But Roxanne could not wait anymore.

  She grabbed his ass, and pulled his groin towards hers, making his cock go deep inside in one go, making her hole open wider than it ever had. Chris found this move of hers extremely hot, and could feel the tightness of her pussy, surprised by how it was so wet and slippery despite it.

  “Oh god. Yes. Yes.” Roxanne kept muttering with every movement of his, which for now was him going in circles slowly, rubbing his dick against her walls, making them stretch.

  Her hands still on his ass, she grabbed again, and started moving his lower body back and forth, making his dick go in and out. Chris could see what she wanted. He had been trying to stay away from suggesting it, considering it was her first time and he had no idea what she was comfortable with, but her sluttiness was making him very horny for her.

  He started pounding faster and faster, her tight hole stimulating his cock and bringing it close to coming. He was licking her lips and neck furiously, and started sucking hard near her protruding collarbone.

  Her body felt so delicate, yet at the same time he felt so much pleasure in having it under him, under his control. He was being rough with it, kissing it, biting it, whatever he wanted, as if the heavens had sent a mistress just for him.

  “Yes…keep going…faster…” she muttered, and in a fit of horniness, he rammed and rammed her pussy until he made her come.

  Her breathing became stretched out, and her back arched up, as her pussy clenched around his cock tightly. He continued moving in her for the few seconds in which she moaned and moaned, her nails dug into his skin on his back.

  He felt something rising from his balls, and in a few deep and long thrusts, he blew his load inside her pussy, making it even more slippery than it was. He collapsed on top of her after finishing, and took deep breaths in exhaustion.

  “That was so good.” she muttered, and closed her eyes in satisfaction.

  Chapter 7

  The next morning Roxanne woke up in his room, alone, with sunlight pouring in from the half-open windows, turning the mood in the room into a warm glow.

  She hadn’t slept this peacefully in some time, and it was the first morning after many in which she didn’t wake up depressed, or with negative thoughts caused by her recent past. Last night she hadn’t even had a moment to take a look around his bedroom, considering they were so lost in the moment, she hadn’t even noticed the navy-blue color of his bedsheet.

  Remembering that she hadn’t informed her family of her plans, and realizing that they must be worried sick, unaware of her whereabouts, she quickly got off the bed, and went outside to look for her purse. It was after opening the door, that she looked at the small clock on his kitchen counter, that she realized that she had slept through the morning, and it was two o’clock in the afternoon now.

  She ran for her bag and got her phone out of it, messaged her mother that she had decided to spend the night at Agatha’s, hoping that they would let it go as a drunk mistake. She sent another text to Agatha, her best friend from back in college, informing her of the situation in case her mom was to contact her.

  She suddenly realized that she was alone in the apartment, and thought that he was probably downstairs in his shop, dealing with some clientele. Realizing that she probably had time to look around, she took a stroll around the apartment, including his kitchen, living room, and even the toilet, in which she decided to take a shower since no one was around anyways.

  Whistling her favorite song over the sound of running water, she soon heard the door of his bedroom open, which immediately brought a shy smile to her face. She hadn’t thought of the possibility of him walking in before she stepped into the shower.

  “You in there?” came Chris’ voice through the washroom door.

  “Yeah, I’m sorry. I just woke up ten minutes ago.” she answered, hoping that he doesn’t get pissed.

  “That’s fine, take your time.” he replied, and after three distinct footsteps, she heard the bedroom door close.

  After she was done, she walked out of the washroom with just a towel on, only to be disappointed that he wasn’t there in the bedroom, since she had been hoping to be naughty and tease him. Swallowing the failure, Roxanne put on her clothes, and made her way downstairs.

  After she knocked on the shop door, Chris came to answer the door quickly, but in one glance she noticed that there was something on his mind. The calm and ease of his body language seemed to be overcome by some sort of stress.

  Noticing a client inside, an old woman about sixty years of age, sitting on the sofa that Roxanne had been sitting on going through a few pieces of jewelry, with her toy poodle next to her, Roxanne made her way to the counter. She stood there awkwardly for a bit as Chris passed her apologetic glances in the midst of dealing with the client, and then walked out of the shop to have a smoke.

  She was observing the hustle and bustle of the neighborhood, running images from the previous night in her mind, and was almost done with her cigarette when she heard the door open behind her, along with Chris and the client exchanging goodbyes.

  Chris came to stand next to her, hands in his pocket, and she noticed that his eyes were darting in places as if looking for something or someone.

  “Did you sleep well?” he asked.

  “Yeah, quite pleasantly actually. I apologize if me staying the night or the showering caused any inconvenience…”

  Chris cut in before she could finish speaking, “Are you kidding me? Hush up about that, I wanted you to stay the night. The showering was fine too, I was glad to see you making yourself at home.”

  Roxanne looked at him and smiled, amazed by how understanding he was. She could see attributes in him that many girls would fall for without a second thought, and found herself wondering whether for him it was all just casual sex or if he ever caught feelings as well.

  “Thanks for the night though. It was a lot of fun.” she said, and regretted doing so immediately after, because of the teasing smile it brought on his face that made her blush.

  “I thought I should be the one thanking you. It was the best night I’ve ever had.”

  There was a moment of silence between them, a pause with familiarity rather than awkwardness, as she started realizing how physically comfortable she felt around him after the night. She also realized how lucky she was for her first time to be a man like Chris, both gentle, and rough, in the most appropriate of times.

  Seeing that he was lighting a cigarette, she fetched another one from her bag, and lit it up. If she was to be honest with herself, all she wanted in that moment was to take him back up to the apartment, and have sex with him again, even rougher this time. She felt like there w
as something inside her which hadn’t come out yet, her mind now working in ways dirtier than she could’ve ever imagined.

  “What happened when you came to the room? Everything good?” she asked, after having taken two puffs.

  Chris’ face went blank at the question as he shifted his gaze to the ground.

  “Yeah, nothing to worry about. Saw that man again, standing outside the shop, he went away after a while though.” he replied.

  He started taking longer and harder drags of his cigarette, remembering the menacing smile that the man always had when he looked at Chris, as if he was out to murder him.

  For some reason he was also hiding the fact that the man didn’t go away on his own, that Chris had to walk out with a cold death stare and ask him what his problem was, and it was then that the man casually threw his cigarette stub at Chris’ feet, and walked away while laughing.

  “Really? I’m so sorry about that.” she replied, getting awkward.

  “What exactly is his deal though? I really think you should report him or something, this is not safe for you.”

  She was almost overcome by tears because of the care and concern he exhibited for her, and had no idea how to respond.

  “You’re right. I’ll do something about it.” she said, and threw her cigarette stub on the ground, crushing it hard this time.

  Chris’ forehead curled hearing her answer, as he sensed something suspicious, but considering it was a situation regarding her discomfort, he decided not to push it too much, and to be there for her in whichever way he could, and to change the conversation since she was clearly getting uneasy.

  “But let’s not waste our time on that.” he said, adding, “So what’s your plan now?”

  “Um, I don’t know. Head home I guess.” she replied.