“We should wait to be sure they’re gone. That they’ve left the building.” His fingers brush along my stomach, inchinglower until they’re dipping beneath the splayed fabric and into my panties. “And I haven’t been alone with you in days.”
I open my mouth to protest, but the only sound from my lips is a garbled moan as his fingers slide between the lips of my pussy. He lightly dusts over my clit, and I can’t stifle my moan.
“You need to be quiet, baby.” He presses the palm of his free hand over my mouth and eases a finger inside me. Thrusting and curling, the pad drags along my G-spot as my hot and heavy breaths blow against him. He works me to the brink quickly, like he’s never forgotten exactly how to please me. A breathy groan rattles from me when he adds another finger. “That’s it. Are you going to be a good girl and come all over my hand?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I whimper the muffled words against the warmth of his hand. He thrusts harder and faster, his fingertips rubbing over my G-spot as the heel of his palm grinds against my clit. My fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, fisting it tightly as the pleasure in my core swells. It explodes, firing through my body as I come.
Reese’s pussy pulses around my fingers as the breathy cries of her pleasure blow hot against my palm. After slowly pulling my digits from her, I slide them up her pussy and rub her slickness over her clit. Bringing it up to my mouth, I draw my fingers into my mouth. She watches intently as I eagerly suck every drop from them. “Fuck… I forgot how fucking good your delicious cunt tastes.”
Abruptly, I spin her around in the tiny space, shoving her face-first into the wall, and cage her body in with mine. My breath blows ragged against her skin as I kiss along the side of her neck. What little control I have unravels by the second. I don’t just want to fuck her again. I want to take her.Claimher. Fill her tight little cunt so full of my cock that there’s no denying who she belongs to.
The thought of making her mine causes my cock to strain against the front of my pants. With my lips and teeth traveling down the length of her long neck, I work to undo my belt and splay the zipper. My cock springs free, throbbing hard and aching to be inside her again.
Gripping the firm fabric of the cargo pants resting at her hips, I forcefully yank them down her thighs. She gasps at my roughness, and the breathy exclamation causes my cock to twitch with excitement. “Try not to scream, baby,” I gravelly whisper against the back of her neck as I pull her hips toward me and align the thick head of my cock with her entrance. “Daddy doesn’t plan to be gentle, and we wouldn’t want to get caught.”
Without warning, I thrust the entirety of my shaft into her. She struggles to take purchase with her forearms against the wall as I pound into her relentlessly. My fingertips dig into her supple hips, aggressively dragging her over me with every drive. Blissful whimpers and grunts spill over her lips uncontrollably as I work her toward the edge.
“Shhhh. Not a sound,” I whisper-grit between thrusts. “Come nice and quiet for Daddy.”
Her short nails claw at the wall, physically grasping for control as I force her to unravel for me. She teeters on the edge, her lower lip quivering as her pussy pulses rhythmically around my cock. A silent, breathy scream blows from her gaping mouth, and her cunt clenches blissfully tight around me when she comes. I slam into her, burying myself deep before stilling.
“Such a good fucking girl,” I breathlessly breathe against her. “Give me one more. I want to feel you coming around me as I fill you so full that there’s no denying who you belong to. Who you’vealwaysbelonged to.”
After dipping my fingers under her shirt, I slide my palms up her stomach until they’re palming both of her tits. Witha firm tug of her bra, her tits fall free. Cupping them both, I pinch her already taut nipples as I roll my hips.
“Fuck,” she exhales, arching her back, pushing her tits into my hands. The stretch grinds her ass against my hips, and an unfettered growl rattles from my lungs before I can stop it. “Harder, Daddy.”
“My good girl always did like it rough,” I whisper against her ear, eager to give her exactly what she wants. With a firm hold on her breasts, I use them for leverage to fuck her just the way she’s asking me to. I slam into her, taking her without abandon. The sound of our skin clapping together fills the small closet as she comes again, and all I can think is how I want more.
I want her in my arms, with my cock buried deep inside her, making up for all the years I stupidly missed. Nothing would make me happier than providing Reese with a lifetime of pleasure—a meager apology for how badly I hurt her. A lifetime filled with the love I never stopped harboring for her.
Driving deep, I pin her to the wall with my body, and my hips tremble against her ass. I spill into her, thrusting until I have nothing left. “You’re mine, baby.” My lips brush against her ear as I slip my cum-coated cock from her. After quickly tucking my cock back into my pants, I turn her gently as I drop to my knees. She’s breathless, with flushed cheeks and glassy eyes.She’s fucking gorgeous.
My hands trace over the curve of her hip and down the back of her thighs. I grab her tiny cotton panties—whicharefar too cute for a war zone—and pull them up her thighs, positioning the thin straps over her hips. The fabricdarkens, and I run the back of my finger over it, feeling the warmth of my cum slowly falling from her. “Do you feel that?” I run my hand over it again, ensuring she feels the damp cotton. Still out of breath, she gives me a timid nod. “You’re going to feel me all night, baby. Dripping from your perfect little pussy, reminding you that it, and you, belong to Daddy.”
I shimmy her pants up and fasten them before stepping close. Her breath trembles against my hand as I lift her chin, the pad of my thumb tracing the corner of her mouth. I lean in, and the space between us dissolves as our lips meet. It is slow—almost hesitant—as I kiss her with all the tenderness I didn’t just claim her body with. Her mouth is warm and familiar, but I take my time exploring her like I’ve never had the opportunity before.
My hand drifts lower, wrapping lightly along her slender throat, and her heartbeat races beneath my fingers. It pulses against my fingers as rapidly as my own. Drawing her closer, I swallow the small gasp of surprise that blows from her mouth. The kiss deepens for a moment longer before I pull back, finding her eyes half-lidded as her labored breaths mingle with mine. Cupping her face, I run my thumb along her ruddied cheeks before placing one last chaste kiss on her lips.
I lead Reese out of the closet, grabbing the files she found as we make our way to the door. After listening for a moment, I ease it open and peer into the now-empty hallway. “Come on.” I reach for her hand, which slips into mine, our fingers lacing together as she follows me from the building.
Gravel crunches softly beneath our boots as we move in silence, keeping close to the shadows that edge the pathtoward the barracks. Reese walks just behind me, her fingers still laced with mine. Neither of us speaks.We don’t have to.The silence between us isn’t empty. It’s full of everything that’s been said without words, of trust rebuilding one touch at a time.
I glance at her, catching the faint light in her eyes. She meets my eyes, a faint smile spreading on her face when I lightly squeeze her hand. In that moment, there’s a quiet understanding. We’re finding our way back to each other.
And this time, I’m not letting go.
The clear sky is illuminated by stars as we make our way back to the barracks. At this hour, the base is relatively quiet, less the faint hum of generators providing power to our little tent city. The shadows outside our tent are only broken by the muted glow of a lantern swinging from the pole at its entrance in the light breeze.
Three sets of eyes snap to us the second we walk into the tent. “Successful trip?” Gunnar asks, before returning to cleaning his rifle. My cheeks are still warm from the hours before—heat that has nothing to do with the desert air—and when Gunnar’s sharp eyes flick from me to Chris and back again, my stomach flips.
“Yeah,” Chris states simply, setting down his pack and unstrapping the sidearm from his thigh. His voice gives nothing away, but I see the faint twitch in his jaw, the muscle there working not to tell what’s written all over us.
Stretched out across his bunk, with one arm behind his head, Jagger grins at the two of us like a Cheshire cat. “I’dask for a full debrief,” he teases, rolling to the side and propping himself up on an elbow, “but it looks like that already happened.” My face burns at his implication—even though it’s true—and I turn away from him, pretending to busy myself with my camera bag.
“Jagger,” Chris snarls the warning.
“What?” Jagger chuckles, palms up. “I’m just saying, you both look like you had a good time on your little recon mission.
