Second Chance SEAL(138)

He smirked up at me. “I fucking love hearing you moan, Tara,” he said. “But I love the way this cunt tastes even more.” He went back to work, his tongue pressing deep inside me, rolling back out and around my clit.

I was losing my mind. I’d never been touched this way before, never with so much skill. He worked me, and I was completely his. In that moment we both knew that he could have me however he wanted.

And finally, as I drew nearer and nearer to coming on his filthy, incredible mouth, he drew back. I watched as he opened the nightstand and pulled out a condom. He tore it open and rolled it down along his thick cock, smirking at me.

“Beg again,” he said.

“Please,” I said. He pulled me toward him, spreading my legs wide. “Please,” I begged again.

He pressed himself deep inside me, and fire rocketed through my mind.

Pleasure and pain bit through me, and I grabbed his back, digging my nails into his skin as he began to fuck me slow and deep, rocking his hips against mine.

My mind was completely overwhelmed by him, by his smell and taste, as he worked inside me, fucking me deep and rough. I took his thick cock, moaning in his ear, saying his name over and over.

Harder and deeper, he fucked me longer, our bodies sweating together. I didn’t know how long he took me. All I knew was that my hips were rocking along with his, desperate to take his cock, to feel him slide inside my soaking pussy.

He fucked me deeper and deeper, rougher, grunting his pleasure, whispering in my ear. “You’re so fucking tight, girl,” he said. “God you’re so fucking delicious. This pussy is mine tonight.”

“Emory,” I gasped. “I’m yours tonight.”

“You light my veins on fire, girl,” he said. “This fucking tight cunt drives me fucking crazy.”

Our bodies worked together, harder and deeper, harder and faster.

Emory’s handsome face grinned down at me, my body dripping with sweat.

He worked me that way, harder and faster. I never expected the orgasm to roll through my skin, but it did, nearly making me pass out.

I gripped the sheets hard as my whole body tensed, his cock working me deep, his lips against my ear, fucking me hard and harder. I came on his thick cock, taking every inch of him. He fucked me harder then, savagely, needing it. I couldn’t hold myself back. I moaned with wild abandon, taking his thick cock.

When he came deep inside me, I thought we were safe. I thought condoms never broke, or at least they rarely broke.

I didn’t realize how unlucky I was. Not that night at least. That night I slept next to him, our sweating bodies intertwined. That night he got me off a second time, an hour later, his mouth pressed against my pussy.

That night I really was in paradise. The next morning, I woke up to an empty room and a handwritten note that said, You’re incredible. Maybe we’ll see each other again one day. Emory.

I never thought I would relive paradise, but I was wrong in so many ways.





Chapter 1





Tara





My backpack felt heavy as hell as I tossed it into the backseat of my car. I groaned as I climbed behind the wheel, feeling exhausted.

I sat there at the wheel for a minute, staring into the distance. I was in the student parking lot of Purdue University after my first day of my senior year, or at least my second attempt at my senior year.

I was beyond tired. I knew it was going to be difficult, but I never guessed exactly how difficult. Nobody told you that raising a baby while trying to go to school full time, even with the help of your amazing parents, was pretty impossible.

But I had to do it. I knew that if I didn’t get my own education and further myself, I’d be doing Mason a disservice. I needed to be able to get a good job to support him. He was all I had, and I was all he had. Being a single mother wasn’t easy, especially a single mother in your early twenties.

I never imagined this would happen to me. I always saw those reality shows about pregnant teenagers, and I always assumed that they were just really dumb. They weren’t using protection, or maybe they weren’t taking their birth control properly, or something along those lines.

But there I was, a virgin, and the first time I had sex I got pregnant. We used a condom—I distinctly remember him putting one on—but a few months later I wasn’t feeling good, hadn’t gotten my period, and sure enough I was pregnant.

I finished as much of that semester as I could, but eventually my parents made me stop going to classes and focus on having my child. They were amazing, my parents. Roger and Celine Bright were supportive, kind, patient, and basically I would be totally lost without them.

I started the engine and headed home. Fortunately my hometown of Dayton wasn’t too far from campus, and so I could commute to school every day while my mom watched Mason back home. I hated leaving Mason alone with my mom, but she understood and encouraged me to get back to classes to finish my degree.