Page 51 of Under Fire

The more she writhed underneath his mouth, the harder he strapped her body flat on the cot, sending a clear message. He was going to do what he wanted to her. That gave her a sense of security she couldn’t buy.

“Aren’t you going to tell me to stop?” he growled as she moaned underneath his mouth, grazing down her tummy toward her hairless mound.

“Please stop,” she uttered so damn unconvincingly.

“Don’t fucking move, you little slut.”

With his wet, heavy tongue, he traced down the wet slit, exposing her throbbing clit.

“Oh, God.” Alisa turned as she squirmed, the intensity too much. She needed to orgasm more than she ever had in her life.

Gripping her hips hard, bruising her sensitive skin, he angrily pushed her bucking hips down and feasted on her pussy. Licking up and down her clit, swirling his tongue all around it, he groaned with her moaning. The rhythm he found was intoxicating, making her delirious with desire.

“Warren,please,” she pleaded, nearly crying due to how badly she needed it. “Don’t do this.”

Her attempt at fighting him off was laughable. He sure found it amusing. She wasn’t fooling anyone. He tightened his grip on one side of her hip, shooting pain up her side, and used his other hand to find the opening of her pussy, driving several fingers inside her. It seemed he was going to make her pay for her bad acting.

“You’remyslut now,” he growled as he drove her closer to the edge. Her abs tightened as she gripped his gorgeous auburn hair.

“I’ll only ever be a slut for you—” she gasped as he found a particularly sweet spot.

Fingering her faster, hammering that spot that she loved, he flicked her clit relentlessly with his tongue, giving her no break and demanding her orgasm to flow. She was so goddamn close it hurt, and his insistent touch only drove her closer to where she wanted to be. The pain and pleasure he made her feel were too damn good, and that’s when the epiphany hit her. He made it okay for her to feel. He made it okay to surrender. Because he was going to keep her safe. As that realization planted in her brain, she felt herself crying out his name again and again, begging him for something…anything.

Begging for more.

She intertwined her fingers in his hair and pulled him closer into her. While he was still pumping his fingers inside her with her nearly over the edge, he turned his head and bit the inside of her thigh, at first playfully, then harder—until she screamed. God, she loved it when he made her hurt. His intensity drove her well over the edge, feeling everything in her body shake violently as some crazy orgasm crested, unlike anything she’d felt before, releasing her juice all over his fingers. He wasted no time, growling in hunger, as he grabbed her body to rip her off the cot. Switching them, he dropped his body down, lying on his back and hauling her smaller frame to straddle him. Still unsteady from her insane climax, she locked eyes with him. He kept his fingers on her clit as he worked her down to his big cock.

“Ride me,” he grunted, holding her body to keep her upright.

He slid her body down his cock, feeling every inch opening her pussy more and more. It was so goddamn intense that she buckled forward, her tits swaying in his face.

They’d stopped being civilized and became animals, fucking each other into a goddamn raw state. Never in her life had she experienced something so fresh, so passionate. Her lust for the man was through the roof—or, through the peak of his military tent.

He sucked and bit at her breasts once again as he fiercely rocked her hips back and forth over him, his heavy cock buried deep within her pussy. She opened her mouth to find breath, but she was simply breathless, the feeling of being so full completely foreign to her.

“Harder,” he ordered.

Unrelenting, he moved her hips faster, taking his cock deeper and deeper. She groaned loudly, hearing the antennae at the front of the HMMWV bouncing as he fucked her relentlessly. The truck’s suspension was tested as he growled, his cock throbbing and pulsing inside her. He was just as close as she was—her second orgasm growing closer to the surface. Multiple orgasms had never been a thing for her, but he was making it one.

She’d never had a man so perceptively hear her body, understand her deepest desires.

Falling forward, her hair forming a private tent over his face, she kissed him in a way she’d never kissed before, tasting herself on his mouth. Losing herself in the moment, she whispered everything onto his lips as they rapidly played and danced with each other’s tongues.

“I’ve never met anyone like you,” she said.

“Me neither.”

“I’m so into you.”

He growled loud and long, punctuating it with profanity as his muscles tensed, his body flexed, and his cock pulsed harder than ever before. He was hitting the apex.

“Me, too,fuck—” he yelled as he came inside her.

Heaving for breath, she let herself fall on top of his chest, wrapping his arms around her. He held her tight, close, like he was never going to let her go. It was a promise. Their inhalation became synchronized, and she closed her eyes, trying to enjoy the temporary slice of paradise that she’d been given.

And she knew that she’d never forget him.

Never.

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