Page 53 of Saved By the Marines (Soldiers Of Misfortune)

Satisfaction speared through me. I was glad she hadn’t. This was something I could give her. “That’s alright. You will from now on,” I promised her.

Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open but all that came out was a strangled moan as I focused my attack on her clit. I timed the strokes of my finger to match my tongue and every once in a while swiped lower to lap up the wetness that was spilling out of her. She was so wet for me and I loved every minute of this. It was my mission in life to please my partners to the near brink of death.

She was the only woman who mattered anymore and I couldn’t wait to look down at her as she trembled on my bed. I wanted to leave her so satisfied she nearly ached.

Her second orgasm hit almost immediately and I couldn’t contain my smile. I already knew her body better than she did. The overly sensitized state of her clit from her previous climax had shoved her into another one. I planned to keep that going.

“Kip!” she wailed, yanking on my hair, trying to pull my mouth off her sensitive clit.

I didn’t let her. Instead, I latched on harder. Anytime she tried to pull me off I sucked her until she was a sobbing mess and then would go back to the circles that drove her insane.

Her dark hair was spread over the pillow as she tossed her head back and forth. Her third climax pulled a scream from her throat and I added a second finger inside her snug cunt. We were just getting started.

By the time the fifth orgasm rolled over her she had no voice left to scream with. All I got was a hoarse cry. She was nearing the end of her endurance. If she had to take much more she would pass out.

“One more, Beauty,” I insisted.

There was a puddle beneath us, soaking my sheets and though I knew I’d need to wash them afterward, I never wanted to again.

She shook her head, staring up at the ceiling, but didn’t say anything. I wasn’t sure if she could anymore.

Her pussy still contracted over my fingers and she was shuddering in pleasure from her last orgasm.

It was going to take more to get her to come again. Enjoying the taste of her sweet pussy, I started building her back up. Her hands were clenching the blankets rhythmically as she tried to allow her body to accept the mass amounts of pleasure I was bringing her. It was overwhelming and the tears streaking down her face were a testament to that fact.

I’d never hurt her, but this was how I fucked. I wanted her reduced to her base instincts and so spent she couldn’t move. This was about her right now. I didn’t have any plans on following through and fucking her. If I had, I’d have stopped two orgasms ago. I didn’t want her in pain when I slid my cock inside her. This was just to show her—in my way—that she’d made the right decision. To reward her for her choice.

She was at that edge again and about to tumble off into oblivion. Biting back a wicked smile, I scraped my teeth harshly over her clit. That forced her to find her voice. It echoed off my bedroom walls as she shattered below me again.

Removing my fingers, I watched her float as I licked her delicious taste off my hand. Her legs were bent and lying flat on the bed, spreading her sweet pink cunt open for me. It’d be so easy to free my dick from the confines of my sweats and thrust into her.

I refrained. Instead, I bundled her shivering body against mine and held her. Watching her closely, I waited to see what she might need from me. Considering she’d told me she’d never had more than one orgasm at one time, this had probably been a lot for her, but she was soon going to figure out that was exactly what it was going to be like dating us. A lot.

Eventually, she stirred and looked up into my eyes. “That was…” She shook her head, at a loss for words.

I kissed her forehead. “Let’s go get some breakfast.” Getting off the bed, I pulled her to her feet and helped her straighten and button her top. I reached over and grabbed her satin sleep shorts and bent to help her put them on. I wasn’t even sure when I’d pulled them off her.

In the future, I planned on doing this again, only we’d be going to breakfast with her naked. Dessert would be feasting on her body and then bending her over the kitchen table and railing her within an inch of her life. But it was too soon for that. I didn’t want to send her screaming away from us as fast as she could go. The other two would beat the shit out of me and I’d deserve it. Wolfe had already warned me to ease her into it. He wasn’t going to consider this easing.

As soon as we came down the stairs I could smell pancakes, bacon, and whatever else Jas was cooking. My mouth started watering and my stomach let out a happy growl at the prospect of food.

Bailey froze in the doorway to the dining room as Wolfe looked up from the newspaper and Jas glanced over his shoulder at us. Neither was wearing a shirt and I wasn’t sure if it was that, or the fact that they were awake and had absolutely heard what we’d been getting up to, that was causing the blush to creep up her neck.

I loved how easy it was to make her blush. Taking her by the shoulders, I moved her over and sat her next to Wolfe. She sat with a heavy wince and shifted to ease the pain. Wolfe shot me a hard look.

Shrugging, I apologized silently. I’d lost control and now she was a bit tender. Sue me. She was too fucking hot not to touch her, and she was ours. She’d get used to our…stamina.

“How’d you sleep, Brat?”

Now Wolfe and I were both glaring at Jas. We were trying to make this transition as easy on Bailey as we could and he kept riling her up. She was still too dazed to say much.

Jas came over and set a cup of coffee in front of her and another in front of me. “Did you kill her?”

“Fuck off,” I growled at him. “Give her a break today.”

Jas just shrugged his shoulders and went back to the stove. It didn’t take long until he set plates heaping with food in front of us.

Bailey’s eyebrows shot up as she finally started to come out of the fog of pleasure I’d forced on her. “That’s a lot of food.”

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