Claiming Aubrey: The Soldier's Revenge (5 page)

“Come in my pussy, Daddy,” I moaned.

“Oh fuck,” Mr. Clark groaned, driving deeply
into me, pulling me tight against him. “I’m coming.”

Hearing that pushed me over the edge, too,
and I lost control. I exploded, pleasure overflowing and rushing
out through the rest of me, rocking my senses with dizzying
intensity. My slick walls contracted erratically as waves of heat
wracked my body, my legs trembling as I let go of every ounce of
tension.

My pussy fluttered around Mr. Clark as we
came together, clutching his cock with my wet channel. Unlike the
man in the movie, Mr. Clark didn’t pull out, choosing instead to
come deep inside me.

I imagined Mr. Clark’s thick white cum
shooting into my pulsing channel, filling me completely as my walls
gripped his cock, extracting every bit of fluid he had to give me.
I thought of the sperm Mr. Clark had said would swim to my depths,
making sure I would never forget what happened that day. I wasn’t
sure what that meant, but I knew that no matter what, I would never
be able to forget what Mr. Clark had done to me.

Leaning forward, I lay against his hard chest
as I caught my breath, feeling Mr. Clark’s heart racing beneath me
as he slowly softened inside me. After a while, he lifted me off
him and I rolled to the side. His cock fell out of me with a small
sloppy sound, and I looked down between my thighs. The white,
sticky aftermath of Mr. Clark’s release slowly leaked out of my
pussy.

I sat up, feeling amazed at all that had
happened. Not only was I sitting in front of a man completely
naked, but I was stuffed to the brim with his cum. God had
definitely punished me for my wickedness, but I shamefully enjoyed
the punishment, even though I had tried to resist.

Mr. Clark’s face nearing mine yanked me out
of my daze. He pressed a kiss against my lips, and I realized with
a jolt that it was the first time he had kissed me. The first time
on my face, at least. I could feel my cheeks flush as I remembered
the kisses he had given me between my thighs. Mr. Clark’s tongue
pushed past my lips, exploring my mouth. I closed my eyes as he
gave me my first real kiss, breathing in the masculine scent of
him.

He pulled away, brushing a thumb over my
nipple as he spoke. “I have to get back to work. I’ll be coming
home for lunch every day now, so make sure to always be ready for
me. Now get up and get your clothes back on. I’m not paying you ten
dollars an hour to watch dirty movies in bed.”

As I pulled my panties up my legs, I realized
that I wouldn’t ever be bored during Danny’s afternoon nap
again.

An excerpt from
Claiming Sophia (The Preacher’s Girls)
:

“I’m sorry, Mr. Clark,” I whispered. His
voice was getting louder and I could tell my attempts at explaining
myself were only making him angrier.

“Of course you’re sorry now that you’ve been
caught in your lie, Sophia,” he spat. “Just the other day you told
me you weren’t my son’s girlfriend. Then today I catch you in my
home behaving like a little slut, tempting my son to sin.”

“I didn’t mean to tempt him!” I cried.

“You didn’t mean to, huh?” Mr. Clark said
mockingly. He removed his arm from my shoulders, turning more
toward me and resting his hands on my hips.

“No, I didn’t.”

“Let me explain to you how men work, Sophia.”
As Mr. Clark spoke, his hands slowly slid up my sides, raising my
shirt inch by agonizing inch. “If you let a man feel your breasts,
he’s not going to be able to control his urges.”

I was frozen in place, hardly daring to
breathe as Mr. Clark’s hands moved over me.

“You let Jeff feel your tits and you liked
it. Once a man is tempted, he can’t hold back his lust, which is
why I don’t believe you’ve never let Jeff fuck your little
pussy.”

“I haven’t.” My voice was barely audible.

He grabbed my shirt in his hands and tugged
it upward. Stupidly, I lifted my arms to allow him to pull it over
my head. I didn’t understand what was happening, why he was taking
my shirt off. I knew it had to do with teaching me a lesson, but I
didn’t understand how this fit into it. I crossed my arms over my
chest, hardly able to believe that I was sitting shirtless in front
of my boyfriend’s daddy.

“Maybe you didn’t let him fuck you today, but
that’s only because I came home and caught you. I’m sure it’s
happened some other day, when I wasn’t around to keep it from going
too far. Why would I believe that it hasn’t? You claim today was
the first time you’ve been kissed, but what kind of whore would let
a guy feel her tits the same day he kisses her for the first
time?”

His words stung, but there was an element of
truth to them. I
had
been behaving like a whore by letting
Jeff feel me up, so it was no surprise that Mr. Clark believed I
had done even more wicked things.

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Read
Claiming Ellie (The Preacher’s Girls)
by Lexi Arabella to find out how Reverend Hall’s beautiful
third daughter, Ellie, is roughly used by Mr. Clark.

An excerpt from
Claiming Ellie (The Preacher’s Girls)
:

“Lift your dress,” Mr. Clark commanded
harshly.

This was beyond what I could handle. “Mr.
Clark, I’m so sorry. I know I’m not supposed to question my elders,
but can you please tell me why you need me to lift my dress?”

Irritation flashed across Mr. Clark’s face.
“Ellie, if you want me to help you without getting your daddy
involved, I need to know every detail. I can’t help you if I don’t
know how deep your sin goes. But if you prefer, we can stop this
right now and just wait for your daddy to come so you can tell him
all about your sin. That would be the easier option for me,
actually. So it’s your choice. Either I handle you or your daddy
does.”

“No! Please, we don’t have to tell him.” I
couldn’t imagine telling my daddy that not only had I kissed Meg, I
also touched myself at night. I didn’t want to lift my dress for
Mr. Clark, but I understood he was only doing it to help me, so it
couldn’t be a sin. Even if I didn’t quite understand how it was
part of helping me.

Slowly, I pulled my dress up, dragging up the
pale pink fabric inch by inch to reveal my bare thighs. My fingers
trembled as I gradually uncovered myself. I had never imagined that
something like this would happen. I kept my knees locked together
as I pulled the skirt of my dress all the way up to my hips.

“Spread your legs.” Mr. Clark’s voice was low
and thick.

Reluctantly, I did as I was told. I couldn’t
believe I was in Daddy’s office, sitting on the couch with my dress
pulled up and my legs spread open wide for a man. I had always
thought the first time I would be in a situation like this would be
on my wedding night. Shame swirled through me, pulsing thickly
between my legs as heat rushed to my center. As Mr. Clark gazed at
the space between my thighs, my embarrassment grew.

“Now show me how you play with yourself,” he
said, not bothering to look up at my face.

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Claiming Aubrey (The Preacher’s Girls)

Copyright 2013 by Lexi Arabella

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