ROYAL ROCK(100)

I headed back inside and went up into my room, ignoring my mother’s questions. I wasn’t interested in the third degree, and besides, I knew she was just going to pump me for information about her new stepdaughter. I didn’t want to get involved in her drama, let alone in her family drama. Jonathan could deal with that bullshit.

I flopped down onto my bed and checked the time. It was six in the evening, and the sun was starting to dip down below the horizon.

I couldn’t get Claire out of my head. The way she stood so close to me, our lips practically touching, and the firmness of her ass pressed against my hard dick as I helped her reel that fish in was all too fucking much.

At first, staying in her place was just fun. I had nothing better to do, and I figured messing with my hot as fuck stepsister would be a good time. But now that I knew she was a virgin, combined with the fact that she was incredibly hot and off limits, made me start to rethink that whole position.

Then again, I wasn’t the type to rethink shit. I was trained to follow orders and to not ask questions no matter what. I was used to putting myself in the most life-threatening and dangerous situations possible and coming out alive on the other side. I could shoot a sniper rifle and I could hold my breath for nearly five minutes. There was practically nothing I couldn’t do.

Which was why I needed to man up. Enough was enough. I wanted my fucking stepsister, and I was going to have her.

That was all there was to it. No more worrying or holding back. The life expectancy of a SEAL wasn’t exactly the highest in the world, and so I needed to live every day like there wasn’t going to be another. And the one thing I knew would make my days better was Claire’s tight, soaked little pussy planted firmly on my mouth.

I put my arms behind my head, cock stiff as fuck, as I imagined fucking her sweet little pussy from behind. I wanted to handle her rough, teach her virgin little cunt what it was like to get fucked by a real man. I’d make her take it deep and beg for more until she was right up on the edge of coming. I wanted to make her scream my name and ask politely before I let her come.

I fell asleep without realizing it, dreaming about my stepsister’s wet little pussy wrapped around my thick cock.

I woke up with a start.

It was the same dream. The bullet pierced through my thigh, sending pain lancing through my body. I didn’t go down, though. My training kept me on my feet, kept me moving, and saved my life. I found cover while our unit’s medic quickly stopped the bleeding. He got me back on my feet and we finished our mission.

I checked the clock and sighed. It was a little after four in the morning and I was wide awake. I had passed out the day before, probably from drinking and not sleeping well. I was already sweating slightly from the nightmare, and I knew the only thing that would help was to exercise the fuck out of my body until the memories were gone.

I slipped out of the house. Nobody woke up or stirred. I hit the beach and began to run, not caring where I was going.

It was always like this whenever I was home from a mission. Life as a civilian could get boring as fuck, and the stressful memories of battle came flooding back. It wasn’t like I feared or missed it, but for some reason my brain always went to the dark moments when I had a second to myself. But when I was out running, my mind could be still and calm.

I kept going until the sun began to rise. That was my cue to turn around and head back. It’s probably breakfast time at the house, I thought as I got closer and closer to Jonathan’s private beach.

That was when I saw him. Standing out by the waves with two huge fishing rods was Jonathan himself. He was dressed like a stereotypical fisherman, including a bucket hat and a vest with lures pinned all over it. Frankly, I thought he looked like a dumbass, but he didn’t seem so bad most of the time. He was definitely not the worst guy Lucille had brought home at least.

He looked up as I approached.

“Morning, Nathan,” he said.

“Morning, Jonathan. Fishing?”

“Every day.”

“Catch anything?”

“Almost never, but I like the calm out here.”

I nodded. “I completely understand that.”

He looked at me appraisingly. “Have fun yesterday?”

“I did, sir.”

“She held up okay?”

“Claire? She was fine, sir. Almost caught a fish, actually.”

Jonathan laughed. “I meant the boat, but I’m glad she had fun, too.”

“The boat was good. She’s a beauty. I could ride her all around the harbor all day long.”

He nodded thoughtfully. “So could I.”

I wasn’t going to tell him that I wasn’t talking about the boat. Instead, I was thinking about putting his daughter’s face down in the sand while I slammed by fat cock deep into her pussy over and over again. Apparently, the run hadn’t done a damn thing for my desire to fuck Claire’s virgin cunt one bit.