She smiled and leaned into me. Her soft giggles warmed my heart. “What am I?”
Inspired by Freddie Jackson, I softly sang in her ear. “You are my lady. You’re everything I need and more.”
She pulled away from me with bucked eyes. “Vic, you can sing! Like you can really sing.”
“I can.” I kissed her lips. “Do you want to know something else that I can really do?”
“Mm, right there, Vic. Please don’t stop,” Min demanded between her moans.
Her leg was bent in the cuff of my arm while my dick stroked her middle at a steady pace. My tongue teased her nipple. Her pussy was made just for me, and she fucked up letting me up in this raw. I was going to show her just how effective forty-two-year-old sperm was.
I passionately kissed her. She sucked on my tongue. Her ass knew I loved that shit. “You feel so fuckin’ good. You’re the reason I’m not fuckin’ married. I was waiting for your gorgeous ass. I needed you.”
Her pussy clamped down on my dick, then the flood happened. She wet my dick up in the most disrespectful way for the third or fourth time tonight. The first time was when she sat on my face to taste my dick.
“Tell me how you want it now, Min. How you want me to give you your dick.” She could have whatever she wanted.
When she told me she wanted it from the back, I had to ask if she wanted that long or short stroke.There is a difference.My baby said she wanted them long and deep. She asked, so she would receive.
“Min, I’m not going to show you any mercy. Dip that back low and keep it there.” My hand smacked her ass. The ripple was sexy as fuck.
I spread her ass cheeks apart.Pretty damn asshole.I leaned down to give it some love with my tongue. Her body shivered. My dick slid in right as she released. It drove her crazy.
When the deep, long dicking started, her body started to scoot up.Smack!“Where are you going, love? You’re the one who said you wanted deep, long dick. Oh, by the way, if you don’t want a baby, tell me to pull out now.”
It was time for me to wet her walls with some sperm protein. The more intense and faster that my stroke got, the more Mingripped the sheets as if they would save her from these strokes. Yeah, that was an improbability. Her vice grip walls closed in on my dick.
“Fuck, I’m about to nut.” I kept my senses open to hear if she told me to pull out. She did not, so I blessed her with every drop.
When Min fell flat, I fell on her back. I was still inside of her, and I stayed there for a second longer. I wanted to make sure my boys got the head start they needed down the baby tunnel.
I rolled off of her. She was face down, and I was on my back. Both of our breathing was shallow. “You know I’m gonna make you a mama, right?”
She turned her head to face me. “You know I’m gonna make you a daddy, right?”
All I had was a nod. That was it. That was all.
Some Time Later
Far Away From Here . . .
Location: Sangin District, Afghanistan
Mission: Night Clearance Operation (Routine Clearance plus Weapons Cache Interdiction)
If you asked me somewhere in the world that I hated, I would have a definite answer . . . the Sangin District in the Helmand Province of Afghanistan. With the intricate ambushes, continual firefights, and heavy IED activities, it was one of the most violent areas in Afghanistan. These fuckas got live with little reason needed.
There was a known Taliban resupply corridor along the Helmand River, and on the compound, a suspected weapons staging would happen before dawn. Our goal was to disruptand clear it early this morning. My role as the platoon sergeant was important to me.
At 0237, the moon served useless in the darkness of the morning. I was in the center of my platoon formation as we moved through the narrow irrigation canal outside Sangin. There were fucking hidden pressure plates and command wires all throughout these grounds that were uneven as hell. The areas are generally swept, but this area hadn’t been, which put us all at risk and a disadvantage.
Based on the intel we received, RPGs and homemade explosives were stored in the compound ahead. The tricky thing about intel was that it was often right but incomplete. That posed problems.
I whispered into the comms. “Watch the canal edge. Slow your interval.”
The point froze, but it was too late. The blast didn’t come from where they expected. It came from behind the second squad. An IED hidden inside a wall detonated. Men were knocked off their feet by the shockwave. This couldn’t have been life, but it was.
Shots came from the compound before I could think. This shit was a damn trap that we walked right into. “Compound roof. Contact left.”
