G.I. BABY (4 page)

This little babe didn’t show signs of being a hustler in the sack.

Normally he’d go impatient but strangely, he was not. He was taking his time even if his cock was screaming bloody mayhem to finish now, her pleasure be damned.

She was moaning again, her hands moving along the planes of his chest, touching his nipples. Holy fuck.
 

Who’s this girl?
He’d never had her before. He would remember if he had, at least. Nobody who smelled this heavenly, who felt this good can be forgotten so easily. Whereas before he’d never cared to see a woman again after the hot action, this time he would take an exception. She definitely deserved an encore.
 

There was something about her scent. Her taste. Something unique. Something he’d never felt before and he had to feel it wrapped around his cock, that softness, that wetness, that warmth. Yes, he would want that over and over again.

Her brown eyes were now glassy with the renewed arousal he was stoking to a new high. He’d like to see her come again and this time, he’d like to feel her go around his shaft, feel every squeeze and pull of her orgasm.

He licked her pink nipples again, now puffy from his extensive suckling. She was small-framed but she had the perfect rack. He could haul her in every position he fancied. Ahh, the many positions he’d like to fuck her in. Doggie, cowboy, reverse… Shit, he wasn’t even inside her and he was already thinking of more ways to fuck her.

“What’s your name?” He resumed petting her clit with his cock.

“Huhn?”

Her eyes could barely focus on him as he rubbed her clit in a rapid motion. “Your name. Tell me your name.”

“Andrea…Andi! Ooooh god!”

“Andi… I’m Craig. Say it.”

“Cr…Craig…”

He should just shoot himself in the head, but fuck help him, she just felt too good for him to stop now. He had never gone unprotected inside a woman’s body. If he had, he couldn’t recall. It was just too dangerous nowadays. But no danger signs on this one. Just welcoming heat.

The hell with prophylactic.
 

He pushed inside her again.

“Craig!”

Ohhh fuck! Her tight hole stretched to make way for his entry. He could hardly move from this point on as her inner muscles closed around his shaft again, preventing further entry.
 

Something was not right…

“Sugar…you’re so fucking tight you’re gonna make me come too soon,” he uttered in a tight voice. All of him was clamoring to ram hard but he just knew he would rip her delicate flesh. He should have asked Tommy for a replacement, but too fucking late for that.

He kissed her forehead gently, “I can’t last much longer. It’s been too long for me. I promise, I’ll make it up to you later, but I need to come, baby. I need to come inside you right now.” He would go mad if he wasn’t completely inside her in five seconds.

He grabbed the back of her knees and pushed her legs up high in his arms, aligning their bodies.
 
He kissed her lips, driving his tongue inside her mouth as he drove his cock inside her pussy, slamming to the hilt.

She went rigid, her distressed cry trapped within their kiss.

It was like entering the snuggest tunnel of velvet fire.

Hot. So fucking hot.

Tight. Impossibly tight.

She was going wild beneath him, thrashing her legs, her hands pushing at his chest.

She bucked, trying to dislodge him. He grabbed her hips to keep her anchored to him. She was literally pinned by his pole to the mattress.

He knew he was hurting her. He could barely move from the tight fit, but he couldn’t stop now. He closed his eyes tightly as her pussy seemed to ripple around his shaft, the exquisite sensation making him shiver in acute pleasure, his fucking toes curling, a phenomenon he couldn’t remember ever feeling while inside a woman’s body.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’ll make it up to you. Please, don’t fight me. I don’t wanna hurt you…Dammit, be still!”

His mind swam with superlatives as he tried to absorb all the overwhelming pleasure of being inside her. This was literally a pussy to die for.

He was barely aware of her cries as he started spearing the depths of her with deep, fast strokes, fully obeying the dictates of his hunger now. He groaned and grunted, his peak looming fast.

She shrieked, her nails scoring his back.

His fingers went back to her clit, rubbing it in tandem with his drilling. Her thrashing lessened and her legs wrapped around his hips, her arms looping around his shoulders.

“That’s right, sugar. Take me. You can take all of me. C’mon, baby…”

He pounded into her, speeding towards orgasm like a bullet train losing breaks, heading for the inevitable collision.

Then it hit him, gripping him, suspending him in that mindless release of energy that shot out of him in bursts of total freedom.

He literally blacked out for seconds, totally helpless in the throes of such mind-wrecking pleasure. If she wanted to put a bullet through his skull in that instant, he wouldn’t be able to defend himself.
 

He slumped on her chest, a dead weight of satisfaction, burying his face in the softness of her breasts.

Fuck yeah.

So fucking good…

I’m so fucking fucked.

 
CHAPTER
3

ANDI SEARCHED FOR HER THINGS
in the room, careful not to make any sound as she castigated herself for her stupidity, the magnitude of it she dared not quantify.
 

She tiptoed around the room looking for her panties.
God, where is it? Please, let me find it now. I don’t wanna leave any trace of me in this place!

What had she done? She had mapped out her life in the next four years, carved it in stone like a covenant. Maintain her scholarship. Finish college. Pass the licensure exam. Find a permanent job. Save enough money. Help her brother and sister. That plan was rock solid. The last thing she needed was a misstep of this gravity.

So, what the hell happened to her?

She couldn’t help glancing at the bed.

There, sprawled on his stomach was WHAT happened to her. He was sleeping soundly, his big, beautiful body a study in perfect silhouette in the morning light. She couldn’t help admiring the fine curve of his ass.

Quit staring and get out of here before he wakes up!

She resumed looking for her panties. She almost heaved a loud sigh when she saw it draped on the lampshade beside the sectional sofa several meters from the bed. How it got there, she had no idea.

She hastily put it on and gathered her books from the writing desk near the panoramic windows. How she loved to study in that spot, looking out into the beach at sunset. The view was breath-taking and she’d never get tired of it. It was in those serene moments where her dreams would play before her eyes. One day in the future, she would have a place like this.

Well, fantasy’s over. No more living like a successful career woman on a high-rise in Miami Beach. The owner had arrived. A week early at that!

She was looking forward to another weekend of a few hours of luxurious peace and quiet. What she got were a few hours of loud mating in wild abandon.

She just lost her V-card to a total stranger. Never mind that he was a walking poster boy for the ripped and hung, she still didn’t know him from Adam. She thought her employer was a woman named Bella Stimson.

Then it dawned on her. Was he Bella’s husband? Or boyfriend? The father of her children? That missing person in all the pictures found in this place? She had wondered why Bella’s man was not included in all her photos with her twin daughters. They were all over the place.

The thought that she’d slept with a married man made her feel worse. All the more reason to scram now!
 

She tiptoed her way to the exit. Her books slid from her arm when she reached out for the door knob. Cursing under her breath, she dropped to her knees to pick up her things.

“Where are you going?”

——*****——

Andi froze at the sound of that voice.

Oh no. Go back to sleep! I’m not prepared to meet you in broad daylight!

She didn’t dare look back and just continued gathering her books.

“Come back to bed, sugar.”

She swallowed. Sugar be damned, but it was the sexiest line she had ever heard a man utter. Not that she had a lot of experiences with men. She was into her studies more than anything. She was a straight A student in high school and probably the only one who did not give away her V-card to her prom date. How ironic then that she gave it away to someone she didn’t even know.

She stood up again, intent on getting away from that place like the devil was after her, but the devil caught up with her fast.

“You’re not running away from me, are you, sugar pie?”

Sugar pie? Ew!

He embraced her from behind and dragged her against his hard body.

Yup, the operative word was hard. There was no mistaking his very hard, very enthusiastic friend down there greeting her with a cheerful “good morning!”

She could feel liquid heat coiling in her belly, preparing for what was to come. Twice fucked and her pussy already knew what to expect. It sure was not cooperating with her conscience, at all.
 

She ought to tell him to let her go but his scent and warmth immediately enveloped her, overwhelming her defense mechanism. He felt so good, like warm blanket with a long, thick cock.

Oh god, her thoughts! Shameful!

He nuzzled her neck. “I want you again.” He cupped the juncture of her thighs, his fingers pressing on her mound.

She made a protesting sound in an attempt to stop what was happening. One lapse of common sense was enough. No, two. She didn’t know how she was able to take him again after that initial painful intercourse that left her frustrated after he’d finished. But sometime at midnight, he took her again. It was surprisingly easier the second time. She was too lubricated he went in smoothly with just a slight discomfort and soon enough, he was driving her towards her second orgasm, this time with him inside her.

“Are you sore, sugar? I didn’t hurt you last night, did I?”

Yes, you hurt me. But it felt so good afterward. Very good.

“Uhm…”

His hand was inside her panties now. He groaned. “So fucking wet again. Your pussy knows me already.”

Yes, traitor pussy! And he’s someone’s husband!

“W-w-wait!”

His fingers started sliding up and down her slit, directly rubbing her clit. Her legs buckled, but his arm was around her middle, supporting her weight.

He suddenly lifted her. Her feet dangled from the floor. A few seconds later, he’d draped her on the arm of the sofa, covering her back with his body.

“Wait…! What about Bella?”

“Yeah, what about her?” He was licking her shoulder blades.

“Are you guys m-married?”
 

He gave out a short laugh. “Hell, no. You look so damn fine. So smooth.” His palms were skimming her back, the cheeks of her ass, the sides of her legs. The roughness of his fingers provided sensuous friction on her heated skin, making her body awaken and remember everything he did to her last night. “You’re not married?”

“Does it matter if I am?” He cupped her breasts and squeezed them, thumbing her nipples.

“Y-yes!”

“Really? It didn’t seem to matter last night.”

“It matters today.”

“She’s my sister.”

Sister?! Oh thank god!

"How did you know her name?” His voice had adopted a suspicious edge even as he was rubbing his cock against the softness of her backside, teasing the outer lips of her pussy.
 

“I saw…saw her name in a post-it stuck on the ref. She left you a note.” She could barely think coherently as he petted her.
 

He grunted. “You’re so small we gotta find more comfortable ways to fuck,” he said gruffly, clearly focused on his immediate urge now.