Page 124 of The Soldier

Rough, fast, crazy, and delicious.

He does.

I am utterly his.

I hold onto his shoulders, bouncing up and down on his thick delicious length. Our groans fill the room, our bodies wet as I barely breathe from his thrusts.

I’m intoxicated by our desire. Nothing exists but this man who has just declared his feelings.

Bucking, I feel him hit my sweet spot and cry out.

“Marsh. Oh Jesus.”

“Come for me baby. Oh shit.” Marshall grinds out. “Let go and scream my name.”

Then he presses his thumb on my clit, and I roll my hips as he bottoms out and then slams into me even faster.

“I can’t hold on.”

“I’m the only man who is ever fucking this pussy again. Are we clear?”

Oh god yes.

“Are we clear, darlin’?”

Slam.

“Yes, yes, oh, god. Yes!” I scream and fall over the edge.

My climax is so abrupt it freezes me, but Marshall forces my body up and over his cock, and then I feel his hot seed shoot into me.

“Trina!” he yells. “Fuckkkkk.”

Our mouths smash together again as we ride out, more slowly, the final waves of our orgasm.

Then I collapse onto his broad, inked chest. I press my fingers into his hard muscle and listen to our hearts pound as one.

“You okay?” Marshall runs a hand over my hair and down my back, settling on my ass.

“So good.” I mumble. Then I turn my head. “I don’t know if I can say it back yet.”

I need to be honest with him. I’m still dealing with what happened to me and this whole new way of trusting.

“I’ll wait forever.” He gently kisses my lips.

“Liar. You think I love you already.” I smile.

His eyes sparkle. “I would never.”

This damn toy soldier.

He might be right.

EPILOGUE

MARSHALL

Four months later

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