“Don’t worry, baby girl,” he whispered into my ear. “I don’t think I could go through it again either.”
And with that, our lips met. I breathed deep and then exhaled, the stress running from my limbs as we kissed, our mouths meeting, our hearts mixing. Because for the first time, we were speaking with open minds, our words straightforward, our wants and needs fully on the table. There was no more pretending, no more casual, no more fake friends or fake lovers. Mason and I were genuine now, we have a son and for Skylar, as well as ourselves, we were putting our all into this relationship.
Yes, a relationship. Because I don’t know what will happen. I don’t know if we’ll get married or if we’ll ride off happily into the sunset, the princess and her prince. But I do know that the SEAL is mine now, and we’re gonna give it our best shot. Because the truth is that I’ve never stopped loving Mason, I was a goner from day one, and even through his tour in Afghanistan, when I was pregnant and alone, I never stopped thinking of this man. I cursed his name, yes, but beneath the anger and pain, there was always a current of love.
So here we are now. Me and the SEAL. Together forever? Again, I’m not sure, but one thing is definite. I’ve earned Mason’s respect, just like he’s earned mine, and I’m no longer the SEAL’s plaything. I’m so much more, his woman, his lover, his confidante, and we’re going to figure it out together, hands clasped and hearts melded, for our son, for our family, and mostly … for ourselves.
EPILOGUE
Mason
Six months later …
I looked at my watch as the front door opened and closed. Perfect timing. With the baby monitor clipped to my belt, I quietly put the last of Skylar's toys away and snuck out of my sleeping son's room.
Closing the door, I glimpsed Sara coming down the hall, unclipping her hair from the bun on top of her head and shaking the dark strands loose to fall in a sexy cloud around her face. Her lip gloss was pink and the woman smelled good enough to eat. She was in what I called her SEAL-catching clothes, another pretty sundress that showed off that huge cleavage and big butt.
“Hey, sweet thing.” I wound my fingers in her thick hair and pulled her face up to mine for a long and breathless kiss.
Aw fuck. She smelled good and tasted even better. Winding those soft arms around my neck, the female smiled against my lips as she kissed me back.
“Hey Daddy,” she murmured in that sexy voice of hers that never fails to get me hard. My dick twitched under my sweats.
“Good study group?”
I let Sara go and she smiled up at me, seductive and sweet at the same time. I loved that she never lost that virgin-whore thing she had going on from the day I met her. That quality that made me want to protect her from the world, and at the same time pound her pussy with my fat dick until we both passed out from pleasure.
“Yeah, and Martine came by although she's not even in the statistics class.”
I grunted but didn't say anything about her crazy ass friend. After all, even if that woman had blown me off, she’d also given me Sara’s location, leading to our situation today. So in a way, I owed her, even if I didn’t like her.
And what is our situation? Well, Sara and I are in a loving relationship, for sure. I insisted that she move in with me, or more accurately, we found new digs together. So the three of us moved into a huge, airy apartment, one with a nursery and a big master, perfect for fireworks.
Because the spark between us is strong. More than strong, it’s a raging inferno. I love that curvy bod, I love those bouncy tits and that big round butt. But even more, I love Sara’s sparkling personality, the laugh that tinkles in my ear, the giving, good heart that takes care of me and our son.
So I followed like a dazed man as the woman walked down the hallway, turning to shoot a coy smile at me over her shoulder.
“You hungry?” she asked.
“No,” I grunted.
“Oh really?” she teased. “Not hungry, even for this?” she giggled, pausing. And then with a quick slip of her hands, she pulled her dress open, that curvy goddess figure revealed, big boobs lush, pink slit already dripping between her thighs.
“So you're not hungry then?” she giggled again, waggling this way and that, making her assets swing.
And I was no fool. My dick was up and ready for to go.
“Naw, not for food,” I grunted. “But I’m ravenous for this,” I ground out before seizing a tit in my mouth. Aww fuck, her nipple was so stiff already, poking into my oral cavern like a bullet. But Sara’s come into her own, and the woman took charge.
Still smiling, she shoved my shirt off my shoulders, her soft hands feeling me up, squeezing my hard muscles, her fingers raking down my abs.
“Mason,” she breathed. “I'd love it if you'd feed me your cock. Because I’m hungry. Real hungry,” she murmured with another coy smile.
Awww shit. My baby licked her lips, hot pink tongue moving over that lip gloss the way she'd move it over my cock.
“Baby, you're killin' me,” came the words, rumbling from my chest.
“Not yet,” she giggled. “You have to give me this first,” the brunette murmured coyly, palming my dick through the jeans, stroking and petting it like it was her favorite animal. The firm touch of her fingers got the beast ready to roar and spit milk into her hot snatch.
I groaned and pushed harder into her hands. Christ, she made me horny as hell.
Because I love it when she comes home ready to fuck. I love when Sara’s hot and ravenous, that little body so open and wet. And right now, I was ready to drag her to the floor and nail that sweet pussy to the ground. But Sara was in charge right now, and she wielded the baton like a master.
“Fuck, baby.” I couldn't hold back my groan while she teased my dick, squeezing me from outside of my jeans, making me groan. “Aw shit, aw shit,” came my tortured grunts.
But before I could do anything, Sara unzipped me and dropped to her knees. She had my cock down her throat so fast I grabbed her hair reflexively, knees going weak from the deep suck.
“Aww fuck honey,” I ground out, fists gripping tight. “Aww fuck your mouth is so good.”
Because my girl is truly talented, taking my hardness all the way down and swallowing around it fucking tight and good. I was gonna blow, so I yanked her head off quickly, desperate to come inside her. My ten inches dropped from her mouth with a dirty sounding “pop,” shaft glimmering wetly under the light.
But Sara is a dirty slut because she looked up at me with a wicked smile then opened her mouth again into a perfect, pouty “O.”
“What do you want, Mason?”
Shit, she knew what I wanted. I wanted everything. But most of all, I wanted to be inside her, her back end all mine.
“I want your ass,” I growled. “And then I want your pussy.”
She lowered her eyes, pretending to be an innocent virgin all over again. “Yes, Daddy.”
The girl got to her feet and sashayed down the hall to our room, her ass, hips, and everything else jiggling. She dropped the rest of her clothes behind her as she walked ahead of me. The dress, her bra, her panties.
I picked it all up behind her, tossing them onto a chair inside our room carelessly. Oh shit. Because Sara was ready. Face down on the bed, her ass was high up in the air, gyrating as her fingers slipped around and inside. Oh yeah, my baby had lube all over her digits, playing with her back hole as she baited me.
“Come on Daddy,” she breathed, wiggling that big butt at me. “Put it in my bottom.”
Goddamn, her brown pucker literally winked then, begging me to go deep. But I wanted more. Pinching my dick tip to prevent any premature spurting, I grunted.
“Keep playing with your asshole, baby. Keep on doing it just like that.” Sara had two fingers in her anus now, ass humping the air, fucking into herself with a slow and even strokes. Aww, fuck, how did I get so lucky? The brunette was so fucking dirty, and it all belonged to me.
Grabbing her hips, I lined myse
lf up in back even as Sara’s fingers continued playing in her brown target. Oh yeah, she was moaning now, face first into the sheets, scissoring her fingers right and left, stretching that private space.
“Keep drilling your ass, baby, get that hole ready for Daddy.”
And with a conquering roar, I pushed her fingers out of the way before burying myself deep, jamming my fat dick into her with a long and low groan that came out in a rush.
So fucking hot. So tight. So dry. And praise be, but her butt took me in one stroke, my baby is so fucking dirty.
“You like that huh?” I grunted, humping my hips hard, burying myself in to the balls. “Baby’s so fucking slutty you can take Daddy in your ass in one stroke now, huh?”
Sara mewled helplessly, big boobs smashed into the mattress as her asshole clenched around my fat cockpole.
“Yes Daddy,” she panted. “Yes, Daddy, one stroke, one stroke.”
I grinned nastily, fucking into her with deep and long thrusts, enjoying the slide. Fuck, her butt was so tight and dry, and I could stay here forever. That tiny passage clenched onto me, rectum gripping relentlessly as she used her ass muscles to stroke me from inside.
“Take this cock, sweet thing. Yeah, that’s right. Squeeze it tight. Milk it, dollface.” A roar erupted from my throat when she did just that.
Fuck. She’d gotten so good at this. The heat and tightness of her ass worked my pole like a pro, making my balls jump, going high and tight. And giggling again, Sara threw that ass back and watched me over her shoulder with a coy look. She knew exactly what she was doing, and I loved it. A drop of sweat plunked from my chin onto her back, skimming over that wide expanse. I smeared my hand in it before reaching around to grab her breasts and pinch those fat nipples.
“Touch me, Mason. Squeeze my tits!” Sara groaned and twisted in the sheets, her ass steadily swallowing the length of my fuckshaft.
Awww, fuck. The pleasure roared in my brain, settling in my gut before building in my balls. Because fuck, I don't know where I'd be without my girl. I’d be a lost man, wandering the desert with no place to go, parched and hungry, a beaten, senseless mess.
But instead with Sara, my life’s taken a left turn. Because we’re raising our son together, and shit, but life just keeps getting better and better. She’s in school sure, finishing her degree, but the brunette’s also the ultimate mom and partner. Sara’s always here for me, the good to my bad, sweet and lighthearted after I’ve had a day of rough training. And even more, she’s tough. This is no naïve chickadee flitting this way and that. This is a real woman who makes decisions, who runs our household and doesn’t take shit, from me or anyone else.
So I’m a lucky man. Did I ever think I’d be here? Hell no. I always saw myself as an asshole, the world filled with pussy ready to do my bidding. But things have changed, and life with Sara is a thousand times better, a thousand times more fulfilling.
Because we’re here now, in the bedroom, the brunette doing things for me that are so dirty and nasty that I can’t get enough. And at the moment, she was spread out under me like a buffet, clit grinding into the mattress while I fucked into her sweet butt. Aw fuck yeah, the brunette was hot and tight around me, so fucking good even through the condom. The headboard slammed into the wall with every thrust of my hips and I wanted to howl my feelings to the world, the roar of a conquering hero.
But instead, I just talked, letting the words drift over her curvy frame.
“Your ass is so tight, baby. Feels so good on my dick,” came my heaving grunts. My balls tightened even more and I was so damn close to coming. But there was still her pussy, and I wanted to bang both holes tonight, tonight was a two-for-one special.
“Give me your pussy, baby girl,” I panted into her neck. “Fuck, Daddy needs your pussy.”
She smelled like flowers as always, sweet and pure even though I was literally fucking her like a dog.
“Then take it, Daddy,” came that mewling voice in reply.
So breathing hard, I pulled back, holding onto the base of my dick as I exited that tight asshole. Aww fuck. It’s always a turn-on to see my hard length reappearing from that brownie, her anus stretched so wide. But as usual, a condom protected me, and I frowned, hating the sight. Because when we got back together, Sara wanted to use protection, always. I got it, absolutely. After all, look what had happened before. Our baby boy was born, but at the same time, I could understand why she didn’t want it to happen again.
So I yanked off the condom and dropped it in the trash before reaching for another one. Different rubbers for different holes, that’s my motto.
But Sara took me by surprise. Because this time, my sweet goddess looked over her shoulder at me, lashes heavy and low over her gorgeous brown eyes and smiled coyly.
“Put it in me without the condom, Mason,” she breathed, spreading her thighs wider to show off those wet and swollen cunt lips. “I want to feel you bare, Mason, you and nothing else.”
Holy shit, was I hearing things? This was every dream answered and then some because feeling my sweet baby’s puss clench around me, nothing but skin? Feeling that tiny asshole squeeze me tight, buried deep in her musk? Oh fuck yeah, this was the answer to my prayers.
But still, I wanted her to be sure, one hundred percent. Because I’m a virile alpha, sperm unstoppable, and I wanted to be certain Sara understood.
“You sure, baby girl?” I ground out, gripping my dick at the base, the tip already dribbling wetly. “You sure about that?”
She smiled at me over one soft shoulder.
“Yes absolutely Mason. Put it in me bare, I need to feel you.”
And oh shit, but I was on it, thrusting in with a powerful, conquering roar. This woman is mine and I was gonna spray her, sear her with my semen so that every male within fifty miles knew, marking her as mine.
And her pussy, oh goddamn, that sweet pussy. I haven’t been in her without a rubber in god knows how long, and it was pure heaven itself. Those tight vaginal walls cushioned me, gripping my dick like fuckall, and I almost spurted on the first thrust. She was so good, so hot, so everything, driving me over the edge.
God. DAMN.
One deep thrust. Then two. It was fucking heaven itself, thighs tense as fuck, chest and abs clenched. Aww shit, I was gonna lose it, I was gonna burst after just a minute in paradise.
But what I hadn’t counted on was Sara. Because the brunette began twisting and bucking beneath me, screwing herself around my hard length.
“Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me good!” the girl moaned and wailed, throwing her ass back on me so good. God, I was so close. So fucking close …
But I had to be sure. Sara knew exactly what not wearing a rubber meant, but still. Even though the female panted under me, impatiently squeezing her pussy and circling her ass on my dick, I had to hear the words. After everything we’d been through, only words would do.
So I pressed low, whispering harshly into her ear.
“You know what this means, right?”
And my baby never disappoints. Mewling hotly, Sara pushed back with her ass again, grinding desperately, egging me on.
And then she purred.
“Yes, Daddy,” the girl cooed. “I want you to fuck me raw, no protection, filling me up.”
And that was it. My dick jumped and hardened even more, dripping wetly from the tip. But there was zero hesitation because I had my orders from the woman in charge, and fuck, but I was gonna carry them out.
So with a swift thrust and a roar, I slid in again, fully embedded, stuck in that hot twat. Awww fuck, the clench was so tight, so welcoming, her soaking wet cunt exactly where I wanted to be. The bed rocked noisily, our love literally shaking the world.
But there was more because I wasn’t done yet.
“You know what’s going to happen, don’t you little slut?” I rasped into her ear. “You know what’s going to happen when Daddy comes in you with no protection?”
It was more of a statement than a question,
but Sara nodded breathlessly, mewling her reply as I slammed that juicy pussy.
“I’m going to get pregnant, Mason,” she gasped out loud, boobs heaving back and forth. “You’re going to knock me up again with that big dick,” the brunette huffed. “You’re gonna fill me with that virile sperm, and oh FUCK!” she screamed then.
Because the words did it. We’re joined in the mind, the body, and the heart, and the knowledge that we were exactly on the same wavelength pushed us over the edge. Simultaneously, my girl and I came, that juicy pussy spasming all over my hotly jerking fuckrod. And I swear, but I’ve never had more cum in my life. After everything we’ve endured, the sperm came barreling out like a two-ton truck, coating her insides, filling her up to the brim, each lash more powerful and lusty than the last.
“FUCK!” I roared, a male animal conquering his female. “Fuck fuck fuck!”
But Sara gives as good as she gets because her body shook around me like a hurricane, squeezing me, milking my penis of every last droplet.
“Unnnh!” the brunette cried out, flinging those brown curls back. “Unnnh, Daddy!”
But I’m a mean motherfucker until the very end. Because as she juiced and creamed, I grabbed a handful of those brown curls, yanking her head back until it jerked on her neck.
“Say you’ll marry me,” I rasped my command. “Say it, say it!”
It wasn’t my finest moment. I had my dick buried in a vulnerable girl’s snatch, virile semen blasting into her, overflowing that tiny vaginal chamber. So no, Sara didn’t have a choice, but the brunette didn’t hesitate either.
Humping her hips up and down, bucking like a cowgirl, the words came fully and whole-heartedly then.
“Yes Daddy!” the brunette cried out. “Yes, Mason, I’ll marry you!”
And oh shit, but that was the greatest aphrodisiac, my balls completely emptying themselves with her words. Because there’s no other girl for me, this woman is my everything in every way. We started out as a drive-by hook-up, the alpha SEAL with a naïve, teenage girl in back of a dirty bar. But our lives have changed and matured, and now marriage is in the works, and it’s absolutely right.
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