Perfect Soldier: The Complete Story (5-Part BBW Military Romance Novel)

by Nix, Haley

  Then I climbed on top of him, holding his cock in my hand as I straddled him. I rubbed the tip up against the lips of my wet slit, knowing that the size of his cock was almost more than I could handle after all these long months. I started to ease down on it when he stopped me. What?

  “Wait,” he said, getting up from the couch.

  He pressed his body against mine and picked me up, laying me down on the floor. Pushing my thighs apart, he lowered his head down towards my pussy. His lips pressed against my skin, kissing me gently just below my belly-button. I waited in anticipation, knowing what was on his mind, trying to imagine the feeling, the tremendous sensation of his tongue dipping lower. Colt almost never did this. I knew I was in for an enormous treat tonight.

  But I didn’t have to use my imagination for long, because my thoughts were broken up by the new sensation that rippled through me. The purest most unadulterated pleasure, the absolute rapture of his tongue circling my clit was intensified by the surprise of his fingers pushing inside my wet slit. I moaned loudly. It was almost too much for me to take.

  His tongue flitted and I gasped a slight utterance of pleasure. Colt lapped at me, his tongue expert in its movements and expressive of his passion. There was a unique depth and a certain animalistic nature to the act – he was in love with the taste of me. I couldn’t have stopped him if I’d tried, not in the heat of this moment. But why would I want to? My body was almost weak with desire, each swirl of his tongue bringing me closer to the edge, his fingers filling me up, stretching me as a prelude to the girth of his cock.

  I was desperate for him, even though he was right here with me. I lay there wanting him inside me, wanting him to embrace me with all the wild fury of his passion. My mind vacillated between these thoughts and my attempts to concentrate on the profound pleasure of his tongue as he continued lapping at me. But I was starving for his cock at this point. And no matter how tight I was after our months apart, I was ready for him.

  “I want you inside me,” I moaned breathily.

  He stopped licking my clit and I almost instantly regretted it, but not for long. Colt kissed his way slowly back up my body. My breaths quickened as he pressed his face between my breasts, taking in my scent as he rubbed his ruggedly handsome face against the smooth skin of my chest. He kissed each of my nipples, offering a subtle lick that sent a shimmering ecstasy over my skin, like a ripple of static that hinted of the passionate fuck about to unfold.

  Then he kissed me on the mouth again, my back arching with the soft touch of his lips, the stimulation forcing me into slight contortions, sending me wriggling on the carpet of my apartment. I was utterly soaking wet between my legs at this point, just waiting for him to push that huge cock inside me. Then I felt his head rubbing up against the lips of my tight pussy.

  Colt reach a hand down and grabbed my voluptuous ass, squeezing it lustfully as he pushed his cock inside me. My pussy was tight, but so wet that his huge cock slid in with relative ease. It had been so long since I’d been filled up like this, filled so completely in a burst of primal pleasure.

  He moved in a gentle rhythmic motion, his hands still squeezing my ass, forcing himself deep inside of me. He was gentle at first, stroking deeply, but with a soft sensuality; he could feel the tightness of my pussy, knowing that I wouldn’t have dared be with anyone over our months apart, knowing we’d both been faithful to each other.

  But behind each gentle thrust I could feel a well of absolute power and strength, a controlled fury that could only be contained a little while longer. I knew he wanted to fuck me wildly, with all the animalistic passion that had been pent up inside him for those long months apart. I knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer.

  All of the sudden, Colt pulled out and turned my body over so that I was on all fours. He pulled me up by the hips as I arched my back, rounding out my ass, tempting him to spank me. He gave it a light slap then pushed my cheeks apart, finding my pussy lips with the tip of his cock. He pushed it back inside me in one smooth, deep stroke. I moaned loudly. From this angle he was hitting just the right spot as he began to pump faster. After the oral pleasure, I knew I was only moments away from orgasm. With each powerful thrust, I practically vibrated with the dueling waves of lust and desire that rolled through me, setting my curvy body tingling from my wet pussy all the way to the tips of my finger and toes.

  I closed my eyes and let desire take over, giving way to a lust that sent me gyrating and grinding up against him, trying to complement his powerful thrusts with movements of my own, seeking desperately to heighten the pleasure in both of our bodies. I liked that he fucked me hard, that he didn’t hold back. I didn’t want anything between us anymore, no secrets or withholding of passion. I laughed when I realized we’d both have rug-burn on our knees the next day. I didn’t mind.

  It was at that moment that I felt him starting to slow his thrusts. There was a slight sense of hesitation, a new, subtle nuance to the way he stroked in and out of me. There was a loss of control. I could feel it in the way his thighs slapped up against my ass. I clenched my pussy, pushing up against him, trying to maximize his pleasure as he neared climax. He grabbed my hair gently, yet somehow also roughly, and turned my head back so he could look in my eyes. He was both serious and passionate as he leaned in to give me one last wet kiss.

  Then I felt his hands cover my breasts, squeezing as he pulled me back all the way on his big cock. Then I felt the sensation, hot and sticky, filling me up – the feeling of him lining my pussy with his enormous load. His cum swam around inside me, I bucked as I fell into a violent orgasm of my own, sending a wave of shivers and tingles through my body as I came.

  “Yes, yes, yes, YES!” I screamed before words degenerated into incomprehensible moaning, shocked by how long this climax was thundering through me.

  My body gyrated as Colt held his cock inside me, keeping it at the deepest point of penetration. His muscles pressed against me and I felt myself pinned to the carpet, but writhing as my own orgasm rocketed through me with the force of an explosion. My pleasure was limitless, beyond my ability to reduce to mere words. I abandoned myself to the feeling.

  A minute later he pulled out and dropped down onto the floor beside me. I rolled over onto my back and lay next to him, pulling his mouth in for the final closing kiss. That wet, hot kiss was the denouement of months of long distance sexual tension and frustration, leaving us finally sated and complete.

  I curled into him, letting him run his fingers over my skin as he spooned me on the floor. Eventually, we’d make the effort to get up and go to the bedroom, but right now we were content to lay there on the floor, submerged in each other’s warmth. We didn’t give a damn where we found ourselves, as long as we were together.

  Chapter Eleven

  Catherine

  The next several days saw more of the same. Late morning wake-ups, then morning sex or shower sex, depending on our moods. Leisurely breakfasts, Netflix, late night dinners, etc. I called into work all that week. Besides, we weren’t busy at the bar right around Christmas anyway.

  The day after Colt arrived we went to pick out a Christmas tree, a beautiful Douglas Fir that nearly touched the ceiling in the apartment. We drank eggnog as we decorated it, getting silly drunk and laughing together. We fell asleep watching a football game in the evening, Colt’s first since coming home.

  Then came Christmas. Colt and I decided we’d just spend it together this year. I explained the situation to my parents over the phone, telling them I’d make a trip to see them after the holiday ended. School wouldn’t start back up for a few more weeks, so I’d have plenty of time.

  “Bring Colt along! We want to meet him!” pleaded my mother over the phone.

  “He’s only here for a few more days and then he goes back overseas,” I explained. “I promise you’ll meet him another time.”

  It was a quiet Christmas for the most part, but I was surprised to find a bundle of presents under the tree on Christmas morning
. Somehow Colt had found the time to go shopping since being back.

  Later in the day, I cooked a huge Christmas meal and we went to bed that night tired and satisfied in more ways than one. These were perfect days we spent together, but as New Year’s Eve approached, I knew they were about to end.

  That night we headed over to hang out with Garrett and Kelly at Kelly’s apartment. We had plenty of bourbon, beer and wine – not to mention food. Kelly had been working all day in preparation making all different kinds of snacks. I think that’s the best way to spend New Year’s Eve – with good food and the people you care about, not at some noisy club around a bunch of strangers.

  The night wore on and we drank, ate, and laughed gleefully. The boys watched a college football game and at 11:59 PM we changed the channel to watch the ball drop. At midnight, Colt wrapped me up in his arms and pulled me in for a long, wet kiss.

  When it broke, I stood there in front of him, looking up into his eyes and seeing something I’d never seen before, something I couldn’t quite describe. It made me tingle inside, made me feel incomparably happy, as if I could die in this moment and be alright.

  Garrett opened a bottle of champagne and poured us each a glass, we all toasted and drank up. A little while later, Colt and I decided it was time to head out. We said our goodbyes and made plans to hang out again soon.

  Colt opened the door for me when we got out to his truck, then closed it gently behind me. He slid into the driver’s seat and paused for a second before starting up the engine. Then I leaned over the cup holder in between us and kissed him. He smiled at me in the moonlight as he pulled out of the parking lot of the apartment complex.

  As we drove along, he asked me a surprising question:

  “Are you hungry?”

  “I feel so bad saying this, especially after all the food Kelly made, but I actually kind of am,” I said laughing. “Blame it on the drinks, I guess.”

  “Let’s go to the diner,” suggested Colt.

  “Sure, alright.”

  We got inside and found an empty table quite easily. Not surprisingly, this wasn’t a New Year’s Eve hotspot. Soon a waitress came by and gave us menus.

  “I’ll have a steak, medium rare,” said Colt.

  “Why do I feel like this is déjà vu?” I asked.

  “And for you ma’am?” asked the waitress.

  “Umm, actually I’ll have the same thing as him,” I said.

  “Medium rare, as well?”

  “Yes, please. And a Diet Coke.”

  Colt smiled at me across the table, a look of mischief in his eye. I leaned in and looked in closer at him.

  “What are you so smiley about?” I asked, nuzzling his face and looking into his eyes with a little grin of my own.

  He look down in front of him, giving the ever so slightest nod. Then I followed his line of sight and realized he’d produce a small velvet box in Tiffany blue. My hands went immediately to my face, covering up my mouth as I gasped.

  “What is that?” I asked, breathless, trying hard to keep from outright screaming.

  “Catherine Simmons,” said Colt slowly, enunciating each syllable in my name. “Will you marry me?”

  I could have fainted right then and there, but instead I just stared at him, my hands still covering my mouth. Shocked, so shocked. I couldn’t speak, but my eyes said it all. YES, YES, YES! Then finally my mouth said it, too.

  “Yes, Colt. Of course, yes! Oh I can’t believe this!”

  “Are you crying?” he asked, astonished.

  “I know, it’s so stupid. I just can’t---I can’t help it. This is such a surprise,” I said through the tears.

  “Is it though? You knew I was crazy about you.”

  “I know, it’s just I never expected it here, never expected it to be this moment, right here, right now.”

  “You know, I thought about doing it in Paris. I had the ring and everything, but somehow this seemed better. Besides, I didn’t want us to have to be apart for our whole engagement. Now if you can just get over the fact you have to tell your friends I proposed to you in a diner…”

  “It’s perfect, Colt.”

  I held out my hand so he could slide the ring onto my finger. It was absolutely gorgeous, a big, beautiful stone with an ever so slight hint of blue, just barely perceptible as it sparkled.

  “But wait, you didn’t propose in Paris because you didn’t want us to be apart? You’re leaving in a few days, smart guy.”

  “Well, that’s the other news.”

  “What!? You’re home for good!?”

  I was practically yelling in the diner right now. One of the cooks stuck his head out from the kitchen and gave us an angry look. Colt laughed and put a finger to his mouth.

  “So it’s a little more complicated than that,” he explained. “I’m coming home as in back to the U.S., not home as in back to Tulsa. I’ve got until February 15th, then I start a new job in Washington, D.C. with the Department of Defense. So I guess the main question is: are there any vet schools in Maryland or Virginia you can apply to?”

  “I think University of Maryland has one, but I’ll double check.”

  “Well, what do you think about all this? Do you want to give it a shot, are you willing to move to D.C. with me?”

  “Yes,” I said, looking deeply into his eyes. “I want to be with my fiancé.”

  My fiancé. I loved it, wondered how many times I’d say that word in the months to come. As it was, I couldn’t wait to show off the ring and tell everyone the story, at work, at school, everywhere.

  Colt reached across the table and took my hands. He turned the left one upward to admire the ring.

  “It’s a beautiful ring, isn’t it?”

  “Yes,” I said. “The stone is enormous. I don’t know how you could possibly afford it.”

  “Well, it had to be big. I wanted to make sure you couldn’t say no.”

  I knew in my heart there was no way I could possibly have said no to him. I looked up from the ring and saw a smile streak across Colt’s face. He winked. He knew it, too.

  The End.

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  The Billionaire’s Ranch

  “I came down here because they kept telling me I had to see you for myself,” said Wyatt, leaning towards me, his eyes trained steadily on my own.

  “Well, what do you think now that you’ve seen me?”

  “I’m inclined to agree with them.”

  “You gonna do something about it? Or are you all talk?”

  “Do you want me to take you upstairs?”

  “I want you to take me right here,” I said, getting up from my chair and walking over towards him.

  I put my hands on his shoulders and straddled him as he sat on the couch.

  “Is this what you had in mind when you invited yourself over here tonight?” I asked.

  “Yes,” said Wyatt, looking up at me with crystal clear blue eyes.

  “So you heard about the girl who trains the horses. Heard from all the ranch hands about how no one can get with her and you thought ‘I’ll be the one to go down there and give her a good fucking.’ Is that what you thought?”

  “Yes, in so many words.”

  “Well, you’re just lucky you got some liquor in me while we were alone,” I said as I leaned in for a kiss.

  I could taste the whiskey on his breath, as he could taste it on mine. But I didn’t mind, he was a cowboy. This was to be expected.

  The Billionaire’s Ranch, Part 2

  “I’ve heard rumors,” I said.

  “What rumors?”

  “Rumors about people being fired at your company just for disagreeing with you. When I heard that it was your idea that I was railing against in the meeting, I guess it worried me a bit. Plus with the way Don got all angry, I thought I was done for sure.”

  “Well, Don isn’t t
he boss. And while that was my idea, I’m not about to fire you. I fully admit that I’m not an expert in all things horse racing, so I can take it when someone shoots down one of my opinions. How big of an ego do you think I have?” he asked with a wink.

  “Pretty damn big,” I said. “Almost as big as that thing in your pants.”

  Lane looked down. The outline of his hard cock could be seen running down the right leg of his jeans. He grabbed my hand and pulled it towards him, guiding it down his abs and over his crotch.

  When I got to his leg, I massaged his fat cock, the touch of him through the fabric reminding me of the intensity of the night before. I could feel its girth, the hard vibrancy of his rod ready at a moment’s notice to fill up my tight pussy.

  “Is this what you called me up here for?” I asked sexily. “You were just wondering when you’d get some more time alone with the trainer girl, weren’t you?”

  “Will you hold it against me if I say yes?” asked Lane as he pulled me into his arms.

  I looked up at him and batted my eyelashes. I could feel his big cock pressed up against me.

  “I guess I could let it slide just this once,” I said.

  The Bear’s Lust

  “Those male shifters you were with. What were they doing in my territory?”

  “They were chasing me.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I left my mate in the dead of night. The last shifter who stood in front of me, the one who bolted before you caught me, that’s Chamberlain. He’s my mate. My former mate, anyway.”