Page 45 of SEAL Mates

“Hiding in this town away from everyone and anyone that tried to get close. We’re local heroes. Pathetic when I really think about it.”

“Why do you feel so low about yourself? I mean, everyone has choices, you’re not hurting anyone, so why do you think of yourself as this bad guy.”

I shrugged, because Alec had told me many times to stop being so hard on myself.

“No. I don’t think of myself as the bad guy. But the person who is in a room and no one notices. Like Alec and I will walk in and everyone would greet Alec and then be like, oh Blake you’re here.”

She put her fists under her head and her elbows on the table, as she took a break from eating.

I didn’t as I ate, and talked.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m not jealous of Alec or anything. It’s just the way it is. You don’t have that effect with others?”

“Yeah. My best friend, Steph. She’s the one with the perfect husband, kid and fantastic job. I’ve always been there for her and vice-versa, but I’ve never had to be. Not like she’s had to be with me.”

She turned around as if she heard a sound and wondered if the guys had just left for lunch or for the day. I tried to rake my brain to think about what they said before they left.

“I don’t know what’s got into the guys. If they said they had to leave to get some parts or what?”

We were both standing next to each other and the tension between us was making a drop of sweat pour down my forehead.

She tugged at my belt, talking me by surprise, our eyes locked as my length started to rise to the occasion. Then she bent down on the ground, it was clear what she was going to do as she tugged down my boxers.

She was bold as I kept watching her as if in a trance, ready for her to say something to me, but she said nothing as she took me in her hand. Then, she doesn’t give me a chance to react as she pumps my hand up and down. She leans forward and places the tip in her mouth. I started to groan, as I held on to the table behind me, supporting me as I started to lose control.

Every time I moaned she took me in even further, it was as if it was our signal for devouring me. I used one hand to tug at her bun as I was trying to find a balance between the pleasure and sensation that was giving me. But, it wasn’t enough. I had to find control, so I yanked her hair back, not wanting to come in her mouth.

“I need you inside of me. I want to fuck you!”

Everything that was on my table, was thrown on the floor as I moved in one swift motion, making my intentions clear. Then, I picked her up and under her arms I threw her over the table, I did it in one swift movement not giving her a chance to protest. The crazy part is that if she was younger I would be worrying about protection, but with her, I didn’t have to think about such things not when it came to pregnancy, but I should have done for STD’s, but practicality wasn’t on my mind as I prowled on top of her and pulled down her panties.

“You like it like that, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she pleaded.

“You’re such a dirty girl. You didn’t come here for a fucking interview, you came to be fucked.”

“Shit, you have such a dirty mouth.”

“I have a big fat dirty cock to match.”

I wanted to fill her up, and my cock to touch every damn part of her fucking sweaty pussy. Her juicy butt was bare, and I couldn’t help but spank it as I pulled her panties down enjoying the sexy sight in front of me.

I grabbed her legs, just squeezing them enough for her to know I was devouring every piece of ass in front of me.

“You 're so fucking sexy!”

It was the last thing I said before I thrust inside of her. I did a quick sudden movement and she screamed as if she was surprised or enjoying the moment.

I adjusted my cock, slowly and then again I thrust inside of her. While holding her butt perfectly and moving her head up, so I can fuck her not only with my cock, but her mouth with my tongue too.

I kissed her frantically while plunging my tongue into her mouth. Soft purrs are leaving them, telling me that the pleasure isn’t just mine as the slickness of her wetness makes my cock enter and leave without any pain.

It makes me pump harder as her breathing becomes frantic letting me know that she’s coming close to the edge.

“Don’t stop,” she pleads, letting me know she is close to her orgasm, but wants more.

So, I hold her harder and firmer, swiveling my hips and picking up the pace. My heart was beating out of control as my release started to take over. I started to move erratically, hating the idea of it coming to an end.

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