Page 34 of Praise Me: Soldier

Dampness steals down the cheeks of my bottom, my stomach hollowed in and squeezing in anticipation, the shake of my thighs intensifying when he sinks his tongue deeper among my flesh, licking me with rumbling enjoyment, pressing in tight so my thighs rest on his broad shoulders and bathing my clit repeatedly, my upper body resting back on my elbows, thighs spread. How many times have I been humored in this room? Ignored?

Not now, huh?

“Theo,” I sob, my hips beginning to jerk, my walls constricting. “I’m going to come.”

He growls with obvious excitement, his tongue moving faster. My skin heats another degree. Another. My heels dig into breadth of his back. My whines get louder, more desperate, as the climax starts to sink in, taking my hormones hostage and whipping them into a frenzy.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” I chant, my hands flying to his hair, hips tilting, a scream catching in my throat when his tongue starts to move at the speed of a propeller, the orgasm ripping up my middle and blasting me like sensual buckshot. My back arches off the table, torso twisting, his tongue lapping up every drop of what he did. “MyDaddy,” I bite off, shuddering through to the other side of those perfect, hot ripples.

And then he’s towering over me, eyes glittering with want as he unfastens his jeans. Button, zipper, his distended cock fisted in an iron grip, stumbling forward with a grated sound, as if he’s waited for a millennium to have me. Looking me right in the eye, he drives himself deep, his face slackening from the bliss he encounters inside me, his hands fumbling for the table to gain purchase, sweat beading on his upper lip from one thrust.

“Didn’t even have to remind you to call me Daddy, did I?” He holds himself deep, his teeth rasping up the side of my neck. “You just knew. You know why?” Pound. Pound, pound, pound. The fading of my scream. “Because you’re a good girl who knows to open her legs nice and wide when Daddy gets that look in his eye.”

“Yes. Yes, I am.”

His hands are almost violent on my bottom, bruising it in his grip, holding me still for the long, long sinks of his shaft, those breathless grinds. “This is the third time I’ve banged you without a condom, baby.” His gaze is rife with possession. “You’re going to be calling me Daddy for another reason real soon.”

“Good,” I surprise him—and myself—by saying. But I mean it. “I want a baby with you. I want everything with you.” I lean up and lick his jaw, nipping at it. “Bang me until it takes.”

He surges forward to snarl against my mouth, his sex stretching, thickening, forcing me to accommodate yet more girth. “I’ll be banging you the rest of my life.”

“Good.” I unbutton my blouse and push it open, revealing a lacy pink demicup. “Make it hurt, Daddy.”

I have no words for how hard he fucks me.

Okay, maybe a few.

It’s obscene and wonderful and filthy.

My butt squeaks relentlessly on the table while Theo thrusts into me with a force that jars my bones and makes my molars clack together. His stomach rakes over mine like warm coals, his balls smacking me the way he smacked my ass earlier. With a snap of sexual frustration. As if he’s incensed over being put into a state so lusty and base. Wanting to see my lover and I from another angle, I glance toward the wall of windows that look over the sea of cubicles. Instead of seeing my own reflection, though…

I see Dierdre and Vikander on the other side of the glass.

Holding a coffee that is presumably for me.

Their jaws have dropped.

They watch Theo fuck me like a frenzied animal, my thighs open wide for his raw treatment, my mouth open on a throaty moan of his name. I should tell Theo to stop and attempt to explain that we just got carried away. But I don’t, because I’m locked in a state of desire so deep, they wouldn’t understand it.No onewould understand it unless they could feel the hot length of Theo filling them, raking over erogenous zones and rubbing on my clit like a machine built specifically for me. My body burns him alive, turns him into a beast that can only mate to save his sanity. And after he’s done brutalizing me, he’s going to treat me like his sweet little princess. How can I explain the euphoria, the utter gratification of that to anyone? It’s mine and mine alone.

“Going to start giving you daily spankings,” he growls through his teeth. “We’re going to start the morning with one. I’m taking out too much aggression on this cunt.”

“I like your aggression,” I gasp, my ass cheeks squeaking faster. Faster. “I want it.”

I’m jerked off the table and whirled around, two eager hands yanking my hips high, positioning me for more fucking, Daddy giving me his inches a second later, my sex suctioning him deep and rippling in welcome, my hips pushing back to meet his increasingly frantic pumps.

“How is my pussy from the back, Daddy?”

“Small.FUCK.” His right fist bashes down on the table, his breath shallow and shaky. “Oh Jesus, baby, my fucking balls.Don’t say another word.”

I blink back at him over my shoulder, hips tilting temptingly. “Otherwise, you’ll put a big load inside me?”

Am I being extra sassy because I want to show off for these women? To show them how desperate my boyfriend is for me? How good he thinks I feel? Do I want them to be jealous, instead of acting like I’m some helpless rookie all the time?

Maybe a little.

“Yes, oh God yes, oh God!” he groans, pressing my upper body down flat to the table and slapping a hand over my mouth, his steel arousal shoving into my hole like he hates me, but I know it’s just the opposite, which is why I smile and separate my ankles a few more inches , reaching back on instinct to rub the pad of my middle finger against the pucker of my rear entrance.

“I’ll be such a good girl if you promise to put it here next time.”

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