Chapter 10

10

Walt

Coco makes me feel like I’m back in my twenties.

I’m free of the stress that has been plaguing me almost my entire life.

The tightness in my chest is gone. I’m smiling and can’t seem to stop.

Both of us turn off our phones and I take her out for dinner at some vegan joint about ten miles from the reunion hotel. We go walking on the beach and make out while the surf bubbles around our ankles. I’ve got wood about a mile high by the time we head back toward my car, her fingers linked with mine. Her tits are jiggling around so temptingly inside the neckline of her dress, I’m not sure I’ll make it back to the vehicle without sucking them, getting my fingers inside of her perfect ten of a pussy.

Lord, I am so infatuated by this girl, I can hardly breathe. For damn sure, I can’t stop staring at her, wanting to know every thought in her head, every like and dislike. I want to know her inside and out so I can anticipate her needs down to the fucking second.

She’s my purpose now. She’s my life.

Suddenly I can’t wait to live the rest of it.

Before we can reach my car, we stop at the edge of the water again, as if we can’t stand to let the perfect moment end. I pull her back to my chest and kiss her neck, noticing her brow is furrowed as she looks out at the horizon. “What are you worrying about, Coco?”

“It’s nothing,” she murmurs after a second.

I sink my teeth into her shoulder. Hard enough to make her moan, push that hot tush back into my lap. Already struggling to get a decent lungful of air, I gather the sides of her dress in my hands and yank her back more securely against me. “I thought we established that I’d be making you happy. I can’t do that unless I know what’s on your mind.”

She nods after a second, but doesn’t speak right away.

“Are you worried about how Wanda is going to react to us?”

Coco inclines her head slightly. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t worried about that. I’m really hoping she’ll listen to me and try to understand.” She wets her lips, which are indented with teeth marks. Mine. “Mostly I’m wondering how…h-how we’ll continue to see each other when I live in New York and you’re in DC.”

“Do you want to stay in New York?”

She mulls it over. “Yes. At least until I graduate next year.”

“Then I’ll move to New York.”

Is she holding her breath as she looks up at me with those big, beautiful eyes? “Simple as that?”

“Simple as that. What else are you worried about?”

“Well.” She giggles a little, the color beginning to return to her cheeks. “I worry you will regret tying yourself to a broke student.” The amusement fades and leaves her vulnerable. “I worry you’ll…I worry…”

“That I’ll abandon you like your parents. Like your father.”

“Yes,” she whispers.

My protectiveness of this girl roars in my middle, winding my muscles up like yarn around a fist. “If you think I could let you go, you’re flat out mistaken. You won’t spend a single day without me, Coco.” I turn her around to face me, stroking my palm down her soft, long hair. “Not as long as I live.”

“I guess I have some abandonment issues. I never realized how deep they run. Not until I met someone I…need so badly to feel normal. Someone I…”

I press my thumb into the center of her bottom lip, enjoying the acceleration of her inhales and exhales. “You can say ‘love,’ angel. You can say it.” I trace the inner seam of her lower lip with my tongue, her flavor making my cock throb hungrily in my briefs. “I’m a grown man, not a child. I won’t run. I don’t want to.” I remove my touch from her lips and take hold of her ass, using my grip to pull her closer, up onto her toes where her curves mold to my muscle. “Besides, I come with my own set of issues.”

“Like what?” she asks softly, wrapping one of her legs around my hips.

My throat turns scratchy. “I’ve seen forty years of combat, Coco. It’s all locked up tight in my head. So deep I don’t even know how to access it.”

Her nod is understanding. “Maybe some therapy would help?”

My immediate response is to say I don’t need that shit. But maybe she’s right. If therapy makes me better for this angel, I’ll do it. I’ll become the best version of myself for her. Coco. “Yeah, I’ll start asking around about it.” I mean every word of that statement. “In the meantime…” I bend my knees, lift her other leg around my hips and straighten so she’s fully off the ground, thighs wrapped around me. “This is the happiest I’ve been in a long damn time, Coco. And it’s only day one with you.” I slide my hands into her underwear and massage her bottom, rubbing her up and down on my erection. “Your little wet cunt is going to take away a lot of pain.”

We’re molded so closely that I feel her pussy clench in response to those words. “Maybe I should take away some pain right now,” she whispers.

The beach is growing darker beneath the blanket of evening. Mostly everyone has gone home or into restaurants for dinner. Only a few stragglers are packing up their equipment now, but when she looks at me like a horny college girl from beneath her eyelashes, I find out very quickly that my dick isn’t willing to wait. And the more she strokes her pussy against it, the more likely it is that I’m going to come before I can make proper love to her.

A glance over my shoulder shows me there is an outcropping of rocks that will hide us from everyone’s sight and I practically stumble toward it, salivating with the need to get my dick in the tight cradle of her body. She’s already moaning and popping open the button of my shorts. By the time I sit down on a knee-high rock, her short skirt is already up around her hips, her short gasps of air turning me on like a son of a bitch.

My hand circles my arousal, preparing to press it up into her soaked opening, but a pair of male voices grow louder down by the shoreline, so I yank her skirt down to cover her precious ass, growling into her ear for her to wait. Anyone sees this pussy but me, I’ll go ballistic. But Coco doesn’t seem to care. Or be aware that we have a potential audience.

No, she’s already panting away, pulling the front of her dress down to her waist and guiding my hands to her beautiful tits. And God help me, I want to mold them in my palms, milk them with my mouth, but the thought of other men getting a glimpse of her nakedness is enough to drive me stark raving mad, so I somehow resist, ordering her once again to wait. “Stay still, Coco,” I mutter hoarsely, gritting my teeth when she starts tiding back and forth on my throbbing cock. “You remember the punishment we spoke about?” She nods, a mischievous look in her eyes as she licks through my forest of black and gray chest hair. “Oh, I see, you think it would be fun. Is that right?”

She bites her lip and nods, palms her supple titties.

I’m screwed.

I can no more stop myself than fly us on a rocket ship to the moon.

The fly of my shorts is loosened and my hard shaft is in my hand before I know I’ve taken it out. “Sit on it and don’t move a fucking muscle.”

Her body begins to tremble with excitement, her chest rising and falling quickly. Quickly. She holds my left shoulder for balance and reaches down to fist my cock with her right. Pressing her forehead to mine, she tries to fit me into her hole, but Jesus, she’s off by about an inch and growing frustrated, little mewling noises escaping her throat. She’s so inexperienced, she doesn’t know where I belong. And when she whines, “Help me,” I take over, gripping my dick, now slippery with her moisture, her need, and I slide it lower to her entrance, get it a few inches inside of her tight tunnel, then I slam my hips upward, clapping a hand over her mouth a split second before she screams.

A guttural groan grinds in my chest and it doesn’t stop.

I mold her ass cheeks in both hands, lust demanding I yank her forward and back, witness her on top for the first time, this angel that was sent to bring me back to life. I promised a punishment and a general never goes back on his word, but Christ, I’m willing to bet I’m the only retired general who has had a gorgeous twenty-one-year-old starved for his cock. Whimpering and wiggling all over it and begging me with her eyes to fuck her.

Damn. Damn.

“I think…” I grind out through my teeth, balls turning to rocks. “I think I underestimated my ability to resist you…again.”

Exhilaration flashes in her eyes. “Do I tempt you?”

“More than anything or anyone on this earth,” I rasp against her lips. “Oh God, you’re so fucking wet, angel baby. A miracle. That pussy has been waiting for an authority figure, hasn’t it?” I raise my hand and bring it down with a sharp crack against her ass cheek. “Well, here I am, goddammit. Ride it hard.”

She moans, her gaze losing focus. But she doesn’t move. That mischief returns to her eyes and she pushes down, no longer wiggling, just brushing her lips side to side against mine, my cock trapped in her snugness, suffering more and more the longer she sits still.

“You’re going to kill me, little girl,” I growl, winding her hair around my fist.

Looking me right in the eye, she slowly wraps her legs more securely around my waist.

Then she milks me with her pussy, squeezing, releasing, squeezing.

I hear a moaning sound and for a second, I think our audience is back and they’re reacting to the sight of Coco working her hips—hell, that would make anyone moan—but I realize it’s me. I’m moaning and panting, diving in to suck her stiff nipples, two of my fingers rubbing her bratty asshole. And she still hasn’t moved anything but the tiny muscles between her thighs. They continue to contract and relax around me. “I said, ride it.”

“I’m accepting my punishment like a good girl,” she purrs against my mouth.

“Punishment is over,” I pant. “This is a punishment for me, not you.”

“Hmmm.” She leans sideways, teasing the side of my neck with long, hot drags of the tip of her tongue. “You don’t think I want to bounce on it?”

The word bounce turns my grip on her butt bruising. “All right, cock tease. You’ve made your point. Have mercy now.” I surge forward, pressing her lips apart with my own, drawing her into a heated kiss that turns her cunt even more damp. “Daddy is in pain.”

The kiss turns more and more passionate until her hips start jerking up and back. Until they’re in a full gallop on my lap, her tits bouncing playfully. It’s in the middle of this kiss that I realize I love Coco. I’ve loved her since the moment I saw her. The way our bodies are connected is fucking incredible. Ages be damned, we have the kind of physical chemistry that people dream about but never find in their lifetime. But it’s the kiss. It’s bonding with her on an emotional level, interpreting the strokes of her tongue into feelings, sharing a heartbeat as well as oxygen…that’s what pushes me the final steps into a goddamn obsession.

And when we break apart for oxygen, I can see that obsession is returned.

She’s heavy lidded and pink cheeked, looking up at me like I’m some kind of god.

I am one with this goddess moaning on my cock.

“I have naughty thoughts about you,” she whispers haltingly, her tongue becoming more and more adventurous. Brave. Licking across my shoulders and rasping over my midday stubble. “About us.”

“What kind of sick thoughts?” She pulses violently around my dick, her wetness so abundant, I can hear it dripping into the sand. “If they make your pussy this slick, I want to hear all about them, angel baby.”

Vulnerability sparks in her expression. “I…never mind. I should wait—”

I capture her chin and tilt her face up to mine. “Don’t hold back anything from me.”

Her eyes flutter closed and she wets her lips. “I want you to take me out, to restaurants and shopping and treat me, speak to me like I’m your little girl. Your real one.”

The more she reveals this fantasy to me, the more my dick strains inside of her, ready to pop. As she speaks, she throbs around me, rides me with sharper and sharper snaps of her hips, as if she’s living through it mentally. Picturing us playing them out.

“And then?” I grunt, lifting my lower body roughly to meet every sexy pump of her hips. “Keep going, Coco,” I demand. “Don’t leave anything out.”

Her breaths turn shallow. Almost agitated. “Then I want you to take me home and keep pretending. Make me try on the clothes I bought and…get turned on even though you shouldn’t. I want you to be my real Daddy. And my boyfriend.”

“No,” I say abruptly, my gut rebelling.

For a moment, she’s stricken. At least until I say, “Your Daddy. And your husband, baby.”

Her cunt seizes up around me in climax, her sobs echoing inside the rock formation. She whines my name into my shoulder, her flesh rippling and sluicing wetness down my meat, her teeth sinking into my muscle. The sound of her juicy pussy taking me over and over and over has my teeth on edge, my shaft swelling up into a pillar of pain, sweat coating my chest.

“I want to come dirty. I want to come in you like a goddamn animal.”

Without another word, I spin her around in my lap and pounce forward, banging her on all fours with her knees buried in the sand. Out of the corner of my eye, I see our audience returning from the other side of the beach. I need to hide her away. I need to get her out of public sight, but my nut is so close and it’s going to be so unbelievably good that I can’t stop. I can’t. I can’t. So I wrap a hand around the front of her throat and fuck harder, reveling in the cries I can feel against my palm, she sheer tightness of her young pussy.

Through the glaze of lust, I watch the men stop and do an incredulous double take.

How this must look. Probably like I paid for it. Men my age don’t get tail this good—that’s what they’re thinking and hell, it’s the truth.

Only…I do. I have Coco. She’s mine. My everything.

I picture the scenario she described. In an apartment of our own in the city, her twirling around in the dresses I bought her. Pretending to do something illicit. That daydream alone is enough to pop me off, but then she starts to shudder again, another orgasm cresting and she screams “Daddy” through her teeth, pushing up her tight ass and burying her cheek in the sand.

And I lose it. I become the alpha, the conqueror.

I look those young bucks right in the eyes and witness the envy. I slap my little girl’s ass and plunge deep, growling as I come. Renewing my grip in her hair, I draw her head back so our audience can see her enraptured face. “Tell them your Daddy fills you up right. Tell them they don’t have a fucking chance.”

Her teeth are chattering as she repeats after me, gasping and working her hips back into my lap. When she gets to the part about them not having a chance, my semen blasts into her like cannon fire and I muffle my beastly grunts with her hair. It quickly becomes obvious that I have more than the average amount of spend to give and I knee her thighs further apart, grinding into her hot hole like a bastard. Spitting down between her ass cheeks just to get as much of my fluids on her, inside of her, that I can.

Finally, I finish. Pulling out and buttoning my cock back into my shorts. But I don’t get my task done, because she turns and climbs into my lap, head lolling drowsily, thawing that final layer of frost on my heart.

“I’ve got you, angel. I’ll care for you.”

Walking across the beach with my sleeping girl in my arms, I feel taller and more powerful than I have after any battle. But the feeling is undercut by the worry of what awaits us back at the hotel…