Page 125 of Sir, Yes Sir

It did what I’d hoped, making her lick and nibble her lips as she dragged her eyes all down me again with unabashed desire.

“Now, drop and give me fifty, Private,” I growled, pulling the hair in my fist just enough to turn her and shove her forward.

She caught herself on the arm of the couch, which had been strategically placed right in front of her because I had every intention of getting her ass up in about three seconds. My fingers found that hidden zipper in the side of her skirt and I yanked until it was open and the skirt flared wide at her waist. One more pull had it dropping to her high heeled feet and I focused on the admittedly adorable donut printed panties she had on.

“And you think this is code?” I barked, smacking her ass with the flat of my palm.

“I’m sorry Sergeant,” she cried, shoving that ass back into my hand as I rubbed the sting of my slap away. “You’d better check the rest, to make sure it’s to code.”

My naughty girl.

Her and I both knew she had on a sexy little lace bra because I’d unbuttoned her blouse earlier today to motorboat her before work. The panties had been a pleasant surprise, though.

“One penalty at a time,” I ground out, gripping the sides of her panties and pulling them down until they fell with her skirt to the floor.

She was swollen and already wet, so I did what any CO would do to a rebellious recruit. I slapped that pussy so hard, she reared forward with a fantastic moan of pleasure.

“Holy shit,” she breathed, looking at me over her shoulder.

“Ready to be obedient?” I asked her, sliding my fingers through her wetness.

“You’d better kiss it better,” she breathed, eyes rolling into the back of her head as those fingers sank into her, curling between her plush lips.

“Eventually. Once you’ve learned your lesson.”

Pulling out another tool in my— Who was I kidding? I wasn’t her CO and she wasn’t my recruit. She was the fucking love of my life, and I wanted her so bad I fucking burned for her.

Dropping the zipper of my jeans, I undid the button and palmed my cock. The damn thing was weeping and way too fucking overeager to get inside of her.

“Sergeant?” she whined from the arm of the couch, wiggling that ass at me to tempt me.

Oh, I was tempted.

With one swift move, I gripped her hips to lift her up a little so I could shove my dick right into that warm little space between her slicked thighs. We both moaned; me in pleasure, her in frustration.

“Sergeant!” she demanded, voice catching as I retreated and thrust again between her legs, catching her clit this time.

Her command was so cute, I decided to give her what she was begging for. Thank God for those heels, she was just barely tall enough for me to slip right in.

Our joining was violent and delicious and Goddamn loud. So much for avoiding sound complaints.

I’d never have pegged her for a screamer. Color me pleasantly surprised.

Bending a little, I managed to reach around her hip to pinch her clit between my fingers, dragging out a maddening orgasm that made her legs shake and quiver to the point that I was fucking holding us both up.

“I can’t, I can’t,” Freya panted from beneath me, clinging to my arms and the couch equally.

“Good girl,” I crooned into her ear, slowly letting her take her own weight again as I pulled out of her.

“What are you doing?” she cried back, watching me as I sank down to give a lascivious stroke of my tongue to her engorged labia. “Oh fuck!”

She tasted so good, like the nectar of honeysuckle, lingering on my tongue.

The alarm on Freya’s phone giving us a half hour to get ready to go to her parent’s house went off, and that was my cue to speed this shit up.

Moving away from her sweet cunt, I got back to my feet and grabbed the tail of her shirt, making her stand back up.

“Why’d you stop?” she pouted, looking all sorts of sex ruffled.

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