A panicked thought suddenly raced through my mind. What if it didn't fit? What if he tore me in half with that mighty cock of his?
"Please be gentle," I cried. "This is my first time."
Patton stopped. He stood up straight, no longer trying to force himself inside me. "Really?" he asked. "You're a virgin?"
"Yes, sir," I said. "I've been saving myself for the right man."
"Fuck, Evie," he said, running a hand through his hair. "You should have told me that. I won't do anything you don't want me to."
He still didn't get it. All this time, and my stepfather still didn't know that he was the only man for me. I reached for him with both arms and grabbed his tight butt, then pulled him on top of me. He landed with all of his weight pressed against my body, pinning me to his bed. Holding onto my ankles he spread my legs so wide I thought I was going to split open. I screamed when he shoved himself inside of me, impaling me on his colossal dick.
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The pain was unbelievable. The bedroom was spinning, and my vision blurred. Oh, god, it hurt. After the violence of his initial plunge between my legs Patton's movements slowed to a gentle rhythm as he pushed deeper and deeper, in and out, in and out. My pussy had never felt like this. Soon the pain began to diminish. Then it went away, replaced by the delicious friction of Patton's thickness filling me with every inch of his manhood.
I moaned as Patton pushed deeper inside of me than I ever thought possible. Salty beads of moisture were gathering on his forehead and dripping onto my tits, mingling with my own sweat.
He picked up his pace, thrusting deeper. His cock was a piston ramming me again and again. I could feel it coming-my third orgasm.
"Harder, Daddy, harder," I begged. "Please don't stop."
Then a deliciously wicked thought crossed my mind. I wasn't using birth control. Patton was fucking my brains out, and I was totally unprotected. What if my own dad got me pregnant? What if he put a little baby in my belly? The brave soldier was leaving soon to go back to war, anyway. The least he could do was make a mommy out of me-to give me proof of our love for each other.
"Oh, Daddy," I purred. "Oh, Daddy, I want you to come inside me."
"What?" he growled, his rhythm slowing.
"Come inside me," I said.
"That's crazy," he huffed. "You don't know what you're saying."
"Yes, I do. Please, give this to me. If you have to go away, leave some of yourself inside of me."
Fierceness gleamed in Daddy's eyes. He thrust harder and deeper, unbearably deeper, faster, his rock-hard cock stretching me beyond belief. My pussy was pulsing and contracting, massaging Daddy's thickness. He growled and thrust again, and then he exploded. Hot, sticky cum painted the walls of my pussy. Daddy thrust once more, and I felt more of his seed spraying my insides as we climaxed together.
Daddy let his cock linger inside of me, his heavy body resting on mine. Then he pulled out and I felt the sticky warmth of his jism running down my thigh. I hoped some of that cum had found its home deeper inside me, achieving what nature intended for a man and woman.
Rolling onto his side, Daddy wrapped his arms around me, his naked body spooning mine. I was exhausted but happy, too, as I felt his heart beat against my back.
"I never knew how badly I needed that," he said. "You are incredible. You know that, right?"
"It's true," I grinned.
Daddy playfully smacked my butt.
"Bad Daddy!" I scolded. "You don't mind that, do you? That I keep calling you Daddy?"
He thought for a second. "It felt weird at first, but honestly I get really turned on every time I hear you say it," he said. To my surprise, I felt his manhood hardening again. What had it been? Like two minutes? I thought men needed more time to recharge.
I shifted my butt, and he entered me from behind. We made love again, me and my Daddy, this time more sweetly than before. He was slow and gentle, his movements flowing in a smooth and steady rhythm that swept me up and didn't let me go. I closed my eyes and sighed with contentment. I had never experienced this level of intimacy with anyone in my life. Daddy might have fucked me before, but now? This had to be the reason people call it "making love."
VIII.
"I can't believe you're leaving already. How could you do this to me? To us?"
Patton was standing across from me in the kitchen. My body was shaking uncontrollably. I felt like throwing something, or breaking something, maybe even hurting myself. Patton and I had professed our love for each other, and we had spent the next week reaffirming that love, several times a day, as a matter of fact. But in the end, it meant nothing to him. He was going back to that stupid war, to that stupid mission. Despite his assurances, he really couldn't promise whether I would ever see him again.
Patton would probably end up as one more casualty in the so-called fight for freedom. His body would be shipped home in a flag-draped casket, and some preacher would ramble mindlessly about sacrifice and supporting the troops. When it was over and everyone had gone back to their own families, I'd still be an orphan. An orphan and a widow of our secret love.
Patton grabbed my shoulders. His fingers dug into my skin. He was practically shaking me. "You can't think like that," he pleaded. "I need you to be strong for me."
"I'm just so scared," I sobbed. "Please don't go."
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"I told you, this is something I have to do. Someday I hope you understand." I searched his blue eyes, trying to understand. "This is bigger than you or me, Evie. I love you, but this mission is not up for debate. It just isn't."
I slumped into Patton's arms, giving myself over to fear and grief. He held me for a long time, not saying a word.
Then he was gone.
We Skyped the day he landed in Iraq. A few days after that, he sent me a short message letting me know he would be incommunicado until further notice. He told me not to worry. But that was impossible. I quit my job at the library and stayed home watching the news and reading unreliable news on the Internet, hoping for any sign that Patton was safe.
The days turned into weeks. I was so preoccupied, I didn't even notice at first.
I was late.
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To read the shocking and heartwarming conclusion to Evie and Patton's story, please see My Forbidden Military Man by Veronica Vaughn at www.amazon.com/dp/B00YQCQH46
Whether It Fits …
Lily is a good girl at heart. Really, she is-deep down. But Lily is eighteen now, and she has been naughty. Now it's time for the man of the house to teach her a lesson she won't soon forget! What Lily needs is her man's discipline, hard and deep, whether she wants it or not.
I.
Clarissa was crashing like a tornado through Lord & Barron's department store. She kept snatching up dresses and throwing them in a pile over her shoulder. I chased after her, trying desperately to keep up. We were shopping for my birthday dress, but you never would have known that, the way Clarissa had taken charge of the whole affair.
She rolled her eyes. "This is a complete travesty," she said. "You are so fucking hot, Lily. You know it's true. What is wrong with the boys in this town?"
"Nothing's wrong with them," I protested. "I've just been saving myself for the right time."
"Oh, yeah?" Clarissa sniffed. "Then what was prom for? And graduation night? You have to give up the V-card sometime."
I shrugged my shoulders. Clarissa was flipping through dresses so fast I didn't know how she could even see them. She pulled out a perfectly fine cocktail dress, glared at it, and tossed it aside.
"Not slutty enough?" I guessed.
"Nowhere close," she replied cheerily, buzzing over to another rack.
When she had more than she could carry, she handed the pile of dresses to me, grabbed me by the hand, and pulled me into the dressing room. There was barely enough room for both of us. Clarissa ripped the dresses out of my hands and dropped them on a chair. The next thing I knew she had halfway pulled my T-shirt over my head.
"Hey, what the hell are you doing?" I yelped.
"There's no time for modesty, girl. We're on a mission here," Clarissa exclaimed, pulling my shirt all the way off.
I wrapped my arms around my chest, covering my boobs. I was self-conscious about them. We couldn't all be blessed with huge racks like Clarissa's. When she reached for the button of my shorts I had enough. I slapped her fingers away.