SEAL's Plaything: A Secret Baby Military Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  She exhaled, breasts rising, pressed against my chest.

  “What do you mean, Mr. Parker?” she whispered. “What do you mean, ‘you’re not gonna stop’? I would never expect you to stop in the middle of … you know,” she said shyly, blushing beautifully again.

  And I growled deeply, possessively in my chest. The brunette thought I was referring to pulling out, whipping out my dick when the sperm started to spurt, but naw, I’d never do that to myself, it’s like kicking yourself in the balls, lashing yourself with a whip.

  So I was specific.

  “What it means is that if I fuck you bare tonight, I’m never gonna stop,” I said roughly. “Every time we fuck, it’s gonna be bareback, I’ll be in you no condom, no diaphragms, none of that shit, never.”

  And the brunette gasped then, eyes going wide.

  “Never?” she whispered. If I wasn’t wrong, there was a look of titillation, hunger and desire mixed together in those caramel depths.

  “Never,” I growled again, confirming my take-no-prisoners stance. “Bareback every single time, every time that sweet pussy is wrapped around my cock.”

  And the girl melted then.

  “Yes, Mr. Parker,” she murmured against my lips. “Yes, that’s exactly what I want.”

  All restraint was lost then, my cock jerking uncontrollably. I turned into a fucking maniac, my ability to think gone, guided only by my sheer want for this girl, the incredible need to take. Because a virgin had just given me permission to own her, to shoot my hot cum into that fertile body, and fuck, oh fuck I wanted to. There was no one more right than Mandy, this giving, gorgeous, fuckable doll.

  “Get up,” I commanded, backing away from her.

  She blinked at me with confusion.

  “Wha-?” she murmured, shivering a little now that my body heat was gone. I guess the brunette thought I was gonna ram it into her just like that, no preparation, no more foreplay. But that was no way to start off our relationship because I like my girls to know who’s boss, and this was the perfect time for some discipline.

  “Mr. Parker?” she murmured again, those huge tits swaying. But I backed off, kneeling on the bed.

  “You heard me,” I rumbled, eyes burning up that sweet figure, that generous flesh on display. “Up.”

  And slowly, Mandy raised herself, kneeling on the bed so that she faced me, sitting with her ass on her heels. I growled approvingly. God those boobs were so lush, such perfect ovoids, it was struggle not to bury my face in them right now, not to suck a huge tit into my mouth while caressing that sweet, hot slit.

  But right, discipline. The girl’s silky core had to wait for the moment.

  “Spread your knees,” I rasped, eyes focused on her pink center.

  And slowly, she did as told, inching her knees apart, each centimeter revealing more of her core, plush labia coming into view.

  “That’s right,” I encouraged, voice raspy with lust. “Keep going.”

  And the girl took another deep breath, parting her legs until her cunt was totally revealed, lips glistening with desire, shit there was even cream smeared on her thighs. As I watched a small drip formed on those pussy lips, growing bigger until it dropped off her labia, a small rope of goo wetting the bedspread. My cock jumped, pre-cum spurting and I fucking had to take a huge breath then, pinch my dicktip so as not to come. Mandy was so beautiful, so arousing, so fucking desirable that I was losing control much faster than I thought.

  “That’s right,” I muttered hoarsely. “Now hands behind your back, push those titties out.”

  And obediently, the brunette did as told. She locked her small fists behind her lower back and oh god, those boobs rose like the prow of a ship breaching a tide, rising into the air like giant white orbs surfacing from the water. Oh fuck, oh fuck, my dick jerked again, pre-cum jetting out onto the coverlet, this thing was gonna have to be laundered stat.

  And Mandy gasped, eyes fixed on the tell-tale wet spot under my cock, transfixed as my penis trailed male white.

  “Mr. Parker,” she murmured. “Is it time? I’m ready,” she breathed.

  I snapped back to my senses.

  “That’s right baby girl,” I growled. “It’s time because I’m gonna touch you now and you’re not gonna move until I say.”

  The brunette gasped again, eyes wide. I could swear her cunt gushed more as well, but it was too late to stop, way past the point of no return.

  “Hold still, baby,” I rumbled, coming in close. “Hold still.”

  Because with that, I reached between those sweet thighs and ran a finger lightly over her wet folds. Oh fuck, she was more than wet, she was fucking drenched. My digit came away coated in white and shit, it was so aromatic, so heady that I wanted more. I reached back into her cunt, this time letting her folds close around two fingers, touching the little hole where my dick would go before pinching her labia, rubbing up and down along that puffy flesh. She squirmed and squealed, eyes shut tight, face lifted to the ceiling, that perfect profile on display.

  “Please, Mr. Parker, please,” she begged, breathing ragged, hips trembling a bit, wet flesh quivering.

  But I was an alpha and wasn’t giving an inch.

  “Don’t move,” I warned roughly, my voice a low growl. “Don’t fucking move,” I hissed.

  And the brunette’s eyes snapped open then, breathy gasp crescendoing into a high-pitched whine of pleasure, of desire.

  “Mr. Pa-Parker,” she stuttered slightly. “Oh god, oh god!”

  Because I was pinching her clit now, rubbing that small pleasure center between the rough pads of my fingers, giving it a good massage. And her hips jerked involuntarily, pussy gushing heavily, a hot gust of female cream spilling into my palm.

  “Nuh-uh,” I warned again, my voice a deep growl. “No moving, baby, don’t fucking move,” I rasped.

  And her eyes squeezed tight again in concentration, breasts heaving with each labored inhale as the brunette struggled not to budge.

  “Ohhhh!” was all she could manage as my fingers slipped within her folds. “Ohhhh!”

  And shit, but it was time to double down because I’m a dirty bastard and fucking women is my thing, making them cream and gush, giving them the time of their lives. So pulling my hand away, I got on my back and scooted myself between her thighs, pushing my head until it was right under her cunt, those steamy folds just inches from my mouth.

  “Fuck baby,” I growled into her folds. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

  Because it was true. I’ve seen more than my fair share of cunt and on a scale of one to ten, Mandy was twelve. She was perfectly symmetrical, with none of those gross flapping parts that some chicks have. And her smell, it was the heady scent of a female in heat, tangy, musky, none of that garbage shit that emanates from a woman who doesn’t clean down there. Yeah, like I said, I’ve seen it all, I’ve been with a lot of tramps.

  But Mandy was none of that, she was fucking perfect. Her lips were perfectly proportioned, swollen with nary a hair, and oh fuck, but pulled apart I could see straight up that deep pink channel, the walls glistening and pulsing. Fuck, I could see all the way up her insides, female steam blowing onto my face, musky and spicy, totally appetizing.

  And I didn’t hesitate. I flattened my tongue and ran it up one labia slowly, and then the other, savoring her vaginal taste.

  “Ohhh!” she screamed above me, hips jerking involuntarily. “OH!”

  I stopped for a moment.

  “Little girl,” I warned. “No moving.”

  And although I couldn’t see, I felt her nodding, breasts bobbing.

  “Yes Daddy,” she whispered. And I grinned then. Like I said, I’m a sick motherfucker and hearing her say “Daddy” was such a fucking turn-on, and I hadn’t even had to teach her. So as a reward, I licked that sweet pussy again.

  “Mmm,” I grunted into her folds, running my tongue over her outer labia, savoring their plush feel. “Hold still because I’m gonna taste something.”

/>   There was no sound except heavy breathing mixed with muted gasps and sighs. So reaching up, I pulled those beautiful lips apart again, and took a deep breath. Because she had something I wanted to taste, something only a virgin could give, and with absolutely zero hesitation, I plunged my tongue up her hole, pushing that muscle deep inside, and fuck, fuck, but I felt it. It was there, what I’d come to find, and oh fuck, it was real. Her hymen. I’d just licked Mandy’s hymen, that quivering, sensitive piece of tissue was mine to taste, to break, to own.

  And as she squealed above me, pussy vibrating hard, I pushed my tongue into her again, this time flicking it lightly against the sensitive tissue, tracing circles on it, lapping at it over and over. Warm juices gushed, the most aromatic nectar I’d ever tasted, dripping down my throat like the sweetest honey. And I smiled once more into her folds.

  “Feel that baby?” I murmured, going in for another lick. “Feel that virginity? That belongs to me,” I ground out.

  Mandy squealed again, her curvy form jiggling with lust, haunches breaking out into a light sheen of sweat as she struggled not to move from the kneeling position, hands locked behind her back still.

  “Please Daddy,” she whimpered again. “Please, please, please.”

  And I took pity finally.

  “Go for it baby,” I husked against her folds, opening my mouth for her nectar. “Come on my face. Come now.”

  And with that, the girl let go. She threw her head back and screamed full-on, breasts bouncing up and down as her body was wracked with spasms, each one ripping through her cunt before spreading to her fingers and toes, making her quiver all over. She jerked like a marionette on strings, jolting forward to prop herself on her hands as her pussy ground into my face, mashing up against my nose and lips.

  “Oh oh oh!” she cried, each syllable punctuated by a jerk of her pussy, another wet squirt of female cream. “Oh fuuuuuck!”

  And I was ready, mouth open, tongue questing as I swallowed mouthful after mouthful of sweet ambrosia. Oh fuck, feeling a woman come on my face is one of the best things in life, one of the top ten delights and with a woman as sweet, as sensuous as Mandy, it was even better, like a fucking truck running full-on into a train, both powerful machines colliding, exploding into a ball of flame.

  “Fuck fuck fuck!” she screamed above me, that dirty little mouth still going. Shit, I loved it nasty and groaned my approval into her cunt, still drinking cream.

  “That’s right, talk dirty to me baby girl, talk dirty,” I rasped. “Let it all out, all your inhibitions.”

  And she squirted again, hard, pussy clenching on my face before collapsing on me, her face pressed against my abs as I tongued her cunt a little more, lapping at the quivering flesh, sweet cream still flowing like a river.

  “Mmmm,” she moaned, panting, eyes closed, heaving flanks gleaming with a sheen of sweat. “Mmmm, Pete.”

  And I chuckled deep in my chest. Fuck we were practically in a sixty-nine, all she had to do was stretch forward a couple inches with that pouty mouth and my dick would be right there. But the brunette came to her senses a bit, inhaling deep, my tongue still lightly lapping that wet pussy as she descended from heaven.

  “Ohhh, that feels good,” she murmured throatily, clit quivering as she moved her hips a little, involuntarily circling them.

  And I chuckled again.

  “You think?” I ground out, still licking. “There’s more where it came from,” I assured.

  But she lifted herself onto her elbows then, looking down at me, eyes still stunned, body still running with the aftershocks of desire.

  “But Pete,” she murmured throatily, “You didn’t …”

  “I didn’t come?” I finished helpfully.

  And she nodded, blushing, those pink cheeks flaring with color. I growled low in my chest. Fuck, the brunette was so beautiful, so arousing, and yet shy. Really? The girl had just come on my face, let me taste her hymen, and I was even at this moment lapping at her cunt lazily. Still shy, really?

  But Mandy nodded, ducking her head and it was so adorable.

  “I want you to come too,” she murmured throatily, “I want you to come, you know … the regular way.”

  And I grinned. Because I knew what she was saying. Mandy wanted dick in twat, wanted me to fuck her deep, balls to the wall, and you know what? I was only too happy to oblige.

  So licking that pussy once more, giving it a deep, sensuous caress with my tongue, I blew hard on her clit as she squirmed and wiggled, moaning slightly.

  “You got it, baby girl,” I rumbled, looking deep into her eyes, seizing that caramel gaze. “Your wish is my command.”

  And with that, I pulled out from under her and held that curvy form close to me, inhaling her breath in a deep kiss, a liplock that spoke volumes because this was more than a fuck, it was more than a quick flyby. I owned Mandy … and whether or not the girl knew it yet, my dick in her body was just the first step.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Mandy

  It was absolutely amazing. Everything that happened between Mr. Parker and I was absolutely, unbelievably amazing. Because I’ve read the dirty books, I read and re-read Fifty Shades of Grey, but oh god, living it in real life was no comparison.

  Because he was so commanding, so alpha, so dominant, knowing exactly how to push my buttons, where to touch, where to caress, playing my body like a violin until I was singing with desire, literally humming, my strings stretched so tight, ready to break.

  And they broke only when he said so. Oh yeah, when he said “now,” I jumped, curvy form shattering with orgasm, vision going black and then white, pussy so hungry, mashed against his face as I came, I thought I might suffocate him, he’d die from lack of oxygen.

  But no, Pete rode my orgasm like a pro surfer on an amazing wave, skillful, adept, never stopping his tongue, caressing me as each shiver wracked my body, making me scream and shout.

  “Oh Mr. Parker!” I gasped. “Oh god!”

  And he rumbled approvingly from beneath my folds.

  “Keep going baby girl, ride it, ride it,” he commanded, and I did. My boobs heaved and jumped as orgasm tore through me, every single cell alive with sensation, pussy clamping so hard I could hear snapping sounds, wet sucking noises as it heaved desperately.

  But that was the problem. Now that my orgasm was done, body flushed and sated, my cunt shivered again reflexively, reminding me that it was still empty. Because I wanted this. I wanted to come down from a high with a dick buried deep in my body, feeling that fullness, feeling that deep stretch, and right now, I only had an empty hole.

  “I want it, Mr. Parker,” I murmured, meeting his eyes again. “I want it in me.”

  And his blue gaze flared with heat.

  “You’ll get it,” he promised. “Upsy-daisy baby girl.”

  And obediently, I crawled off him, getting onto my hands and knees.

  He looked at me eyebrow arched.

  “You want it that way?” he drawled. “Doggy style your first time?”

  And I flushed.

  “No, um no,” I stuttered, “I just heard that it’s easiest this way the first time, that you’d just push in, hard, and it’d be done with.”

  The big man’s eyes gleamed as he chucked me under the chin.

  “I dunno who’s been feeding you these lies, but that’s not how I do it,” he said suavely, rumbling deep in his throat, still in total control although his cock pulsed hotly, waving in the air. Oh god, I could feel heat emanating from that rod, my skin sizzled even looking at it, cunt gushing, I wanted it so badly in me.

  So I went for it, pulled out all the stops.

  “Please Daddy,” I wiggled my ass at him, white cheeks jiggling, spreading my knees slightly so that he could see my swollen slit. “Put it in, Daddy?”

  And the big man growled, eyes glued to my cunt.

  “No honey, like I said, that’s not how I’m doing it the first time, although your pussy is beautiful,” he acknowledged, slowly s
troking a finger up and down my folds. My head dropped, limp like a flower too heavy for its stalk, eyes closing at the sensations flowing from my pussy. Oh god, it felt so good, his hand was so good and I needed it so bad I literally pushed my hips back, trying to catch him in me.

  But he chuckled, pulling away.

  “No baby,” he scolded again. “My way.”

  And with that, Pete leaned forward, helping me up so that I was on my knees, back pressed to his chest.

  “Now baby,” he commanded, his cock probing my wet hole, sweeping against those slick folds. “Sit down on Daddy’s fuckpole like the good little girl you are.”

  And my eyes flew open then. Impale myself on him? No, it was impossible, I needed him to take me swift and sure, to bust through that hymen with a firm thrust. So I shook my head and whimpered, “No Daddy, I can’t, I can’t.”

  But Pete held me firm, stroking my curves, his chest still hard against my back.

  “Little girls don’t say no to their daddies,” he admonished, “and this little girl is gonna be punished if she doesn’t do as Daddy orders,” he warned.

  The thought of punishment made my entire body go hot, the heat emanating from my puss in waves. Punishment? Oh god, with Mr. Parker? Yes, I wanted it.

  But this wasn’t the time to test the limits, so with a mewl, a whine and a shudder, I lifted my hips slightly until his cock was at my entrance once more, swollen folds still throbbing. I pushed down a little, kissing his dicktip with my vag, lips spreading an inch to let him in.

  “That’s it,” he murmured encouragingly in my ear, the vibrations of his chest against my back. “Keep going, pretty baby.”

  And I squeezed my eyes shut and pushed my hips down again.

  “OH!” I squealed. “Oh oh!”

  Because the feel of my pussy stretching, taking dick for the first time was so unexpected, so rude, so titillating and yet so fucking good, that I knew I had to be doing this right. He filled me until I was full, made me spread and shift in a way that was unexpected, that only a man could do to a woman.

  “Thatta girl,” he murmured into my ear again. “Two inches in, still eight to go.”