Page 35 of Secret Twins for My Ex's SEAL Best Friend

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Robert

Delia looked down at my hand with an intensity that made my heart thump. I hated that she’d ever been hurt, and I hated even more that some of that hurt was by me. Looking at her beautiful, big brown eyes and the strand of strawberry blonde hair that fell perfectly over them, I wanted to hold her and protect her from all the evil in the world.

She had almost been killed tonight. I didn’t know that for a fact, but seeing that man’s hands reach out for her had sent shivers down my spine. I felt healed in a small way that life had led me to saving her. I couldn’t save my wife, but life had led me to Delia in that exact moment, when she was all alone and helpless.

I reached across the counter and pushed the strand of hair out of her eyes and behind her ear.

She visibly shivered, and I hid a smirk by looking down. Her lips parted slightly, and I could see her breathing deepening, herchest rising and falling. I kept my hand on the side of her face and slightly stroked her cheek with my thumb.

Delia’s eyes searched mine, looking back and forth between them, and I moved closer to her, inching to make sure that she wanted it.

And then she inched closer to me, too, and before I could even think about it, about all the regrets that I had had after our first kiss, I was doing it again.

I slipped my tongue into her mouth, and she moaned quietly, her hands flying to my face to cup my jaw. Her hands felt so small on my face, her fingers so thin. I reached up and held her hands against me, wrapping them in mine, fitting my fingers between hers.

I broke the kiss for just a moment so that I could come around the counter, and her eyes were so big as she stood up to meet me.

I wrapped my arms around her back and crushed her against me, feeling her breasts flatten against my chest. Her hard nipples pressed into my chest, and my mouth watered, thinking of sucking on them as my lips explored hers. I nuzzled her face to open her mouth wider and sucked on her bottom lip.

Delia’s breaths were quickening, and I could feel the flush of her body. My hands moved down her curves and grabbed her ass to squeeze her cheeks. The fabric of her work shorts was so thin, and I already wanted to pull them to the side and feel her pussy, feel the lips that I knew were already wet.

Her kisses grew in intensity, and her moans grew louder. As I moved one of my hands up to clamp over her mouth, she looked up at me, and I whispered into her ear, “You have to be quiet. My daughter is sleeping. Do you understand?”

She nodded against my palm, and I let her go to kiss her again, my hands back on her ass.

I slid my finger across her slit from outside of her shorts. She was already soaking wet through them, and I pushed my digit further into her, listening to her hold back her moans against my mouth as I fed the fabric into her pussy.

“Robert, I don’t know how quiet I can be,” she whispered into my neck, and my cock twitched when she said that, knowing how turned on she was and how badly she wanted to cry out.

I pulled her shorts to the side and slid my finger into her. She was so sloppy wet that it easily moved inside her, and she groaned quietly. I fucked her little hole with the digit of my finger for a few more minutes until her mouth fell open, and she could no longer kiss me back.

I watched that perfect, beautiful, innocent face turn red as I pummeled at her pussy with my finger, pressing my hand all the way to her crack as I did.

She squelched noisily, and her juices dripped down to my wrist. Her eyes and neck rolled back, her face now turned toward the ceiling. At that moment, I grabbed her hair at the base of her neck, murmuring in her ear, “Look at me.”

Her eyes snapped open, and her mouth stayed frozen open, her eyes wide, as she tried to keep eye contact while I fingered her. She was so warm and wet, exactly how I’d imagined her, and her slick pussy lips overlapped against my hand as I continued to jackhammer at her delicate insides, feeling the pliable muscles contract with pleasure.

She murmured, “Please,” while she looked straight at me, and my cock pressed uncomfortably against the zipper of my slacks. Having Delia beg for me made me want to explode.

I pulled her against my body and said, against her ear, “Please, what?”

“I want you,” she whined, and I smirked against her face.

I slid my finger out, feeling the trail of juices that came with it, and she gasped at the sudden exit. I knew she felt empty, and she started to grind against me as she mewed uncomfortably, kissing my neck desperately.

I picked her up and set her down on the chair she had been sitting on. Her eyes closed bashfully, her hands resting on my shoulders as I pulled those little shorts down, finally getting what I wanted.

As much as I had tried to push this feeling aside, I had been wanting this all along. I had been wanting to feel her from the inside and to see what she looked like naked. I had imagined it so many times. She had infiltrated my dreams.

It almost made it feel like this was a dream.

I pulled her shirt up over her breasts, revealing that she hadn’t been wearing a bra under her shirt. Her beautiful, perky breasts fell out of the bottom of her skintight shirt, and I groaned, looking at her as I sank to my knees on the floor in front of her.

I looked up at her as I separated her thighs, and she sighed, closing her eyes and leaning back as I fit my face between her legs. I kissed her freckled thighs until I got to the crease that separated her leg from her pelvis. She giggled slightly, pushing on my shoulders, and I smiled up at her as I kissed her again.

I nuzzled my nose between her pussy lips, inhaling her musky scent. She gasped at my touch and squeezed her thighs tight on either side of my face. I slapped her thighs aggressively, digging my fingers into her flesh, and looked up at her from between her thighs. “Keep your legs open,” I growled, pushing her legs apart.

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