Chapter 9

Chapter Nine

Vale

I had visions of bringing my princess to a hotel. Laying her down in soft sheets and making love to her slowly, but that will have to wait for another night. I’m too goddamn horny. My dick is like a crowbar in my jeans, my loins in a fucking knot. Even walking the two blocks to my car is unacceptable. I need inside of her now. Need under that plaid skirt. Immediately.

As soon as those pictures start circulating on the internet, everyone is going to know I’m the man who has the privilege of riding Lula. The possessive animal inside of me loves that. Craves the title of Lula’s man. The father of her children. Her husband. The one who shares her bed and keeps her tight pussy satisfied. Fuck yes. I can’t wait.

My reputation is going to take a hit and I’m sure the Navy is going to come down on me like a ton of bricks, but they can bring it on. I know what I need to be happy now. To be normal. And it’s this girl beside me, her hand curled trustingly in the front of my shirt.

Maybe I’m not quite earning that trust by dragging her around back of the Coyote, into the dark end of the parking lot, but these are desperate times—and she wants it, too. She wants this dirty hot fuck behind the bar, doesn’t she? Yes. God yes. Our mouths are wet and desperate, tongues engaged in a sensual battle, her fingers fumbling with my belt.

I have to break free of the kiss to groan, the potency of having Lula undo my pants is such a stroke to my heightened senses. “Look how badly you want to get to that cock,” I push through my teeth, tilting my hips up blatantly. “One fuck and you’re a little fiend for it, aren’t you? Aching for Daddy’s ten inches.”

She nods, biting her lip, finally getting my belt unbuckled. Going to work on my button and fly next—and I somehow forgot about her teasing me earlier. About giving me a blow job. But I remember pretty fucking quickly when Lula kneels on the asphalt, her gorgeous tits nearly spilling out of her top, my hard dick in her hand. Mouth glossy and ready. My balls twist up and I almost ejaculate all over her beautiful moonlit face.

“Oh fuck.” I fist the hair on the back of her head, guiding her closer to my lap. “I can’t believe I’m letting you suck me off in a parking lot. I just need that mouth so bad.”

“I want to give it to you so bad,” she whispers, her tongue flicking my engorged head. Rendering me speechless, my lungs pressurized with the breath I’m holding. I let it out in a growling rush when she runs her tongue through my slit and takes me between her lips, half of my thickness sinking into the warm, wet cave of her mouth.

“Jesus Christ,” I pant, my eyes rolling into the back of my head when she starts to bob that pretty head, fucking me with her mouth, the suction and grazing of her teeth straight out of heaven. “Paid real close attention to that lesson from your friends, didn’t you? Goddamn. You were born to suck cock, little girl. That’s it. Deeper. Deeper. That’s my best baby girl.”

Lula moans around me, scooting closer on her knees, as if I’m a water tap and she’s dying of thirst. She cages my length in her fists, dragging them up and down along with her mouth, turning me inside out. It’s the thorough, sloppy, enthusiastic suck job of every man’s dreams.

“Going to fuck you so hard for this. Going to make you come like a horny back-alley girl,” I say on a gravelly exhale, my upper lip starting to perspire, along with my chest. My forehead. The smooth, sexual treatment from my stepsister’s mouth is making my clothes stick to my body, my balls humming with seed between my legs, aching to be empty. I could easily drain my spend into her perfect little mouth right now, but it has to be inside of her. In that hot, young cunt. We made a lot of progress tonight. She’s starting to trust the promises I’m making her. But a soldier always has a back-up plan. If she hesitates to become my wife or gives me any more nonsense about taking time to think, to settle into my new civilian life, I’ll damn well make sure she’s pregnant. Unable to escape me.

Lula is mine.

I’ll spend my life with her by fair means or foul.

Yeah, my release isn’t going anywhere but straight to her womb. Problem is, the girl is enjoying the shit out of my cock. It’s an incredible sight. One that makes me hotter than sin. The way her eyes are squeezed shut, the way she makes a savoring sound every time she sinks down on that fat johnson. Have to stop. I have to stop soon. But my fingers move of their own accord, wrapping themselves in her hair, pumping my dick into her suctioning mouth, precome firing from my tip and landing on the back of her throat, making her choke a little bit, a tear rolling down her cheek from the pressure of my growing length, the way I prod her gag reflex. And even those details seem to make her more eager, her hands jerking me harder, faster, saliva on her chin.

Jesus, she’s perfect, perfect, perfect.

I’m on fire with lust, my climax beginning to peek over the horizon, an ominous tingle wrapping around the lower half of my spine. “Lula. Lula. You suck Daddy so good,” I groan, rocking my hips. “But baby, baby, baby, you have to stop before I nut. Christ.”

Subtly, she shakes her head, taking me even deeper. Nearly collapsing my knees.

My nostrils flare, pleasure spearing me—and I can’t stop myself from tunneling to the back of her throat, holding her face against my lap and grinding once, before using my grip in her hair to tug her off me. She coughs once, whimpers my name and tries to slide me between her lips again. God almighty. If I allow that, it’s game over, so I yank my stepsister to her feet, capturing her incredible mouth with mine, distracting her with a kiss while I gather the material of her panties and rip them clean off.

I look her straight in the eye and shove two fingers up into her cunt, making her cry out in pleasure, her arousal dripping into my palm, sliding down my knuckles. “Fuck yes, there’s my wet princess,” I growl against her mouth. “Get up here on this dick.”

Some of the haze clears in her eyes and she glances down between us. “You mean just…” She gestures between our bodies. “How?”

“How what?” I’m too worked up to discern what she’s trying to ask me. I wrap a forearm around Lula’s back and lift her up, shifting my hips, searching for friction. Her friction. The perfection I never knew existed until her. “Get those hot-ass thighs around me. Now, Lula.”

Her eyes widen and they snap up, locking around me and I can’t wait, I can’t wait. I’m about to come from the warm pillowing of her legs perching my hips, those delicious breasts that swell with her every breath right in front of my face. No, I can’t go another second, so I rocket my cock up inside of her and bounce my tight little girl up and down, the wet slaps of our sex loud in the parking lot. “Y-you’re holding me up so easily…” she whimpers, her fingers curling into my shoulder.

“Of course I am, princess,” I grit out, pumping, pumping, reveling in the incredible tightness of my future wife. “I’m a fucking SEAL.”

Lula climaxes with a shaky sob, shocking the hell out of me. Making me roar into her neck with male pride. I’m not sure what I said to give her such a quick orgasm, but I’m grateful as hell. To feel that rippling contraction, the spasming of her spread thighs, the drip of her moisture onto my balls. The innocent face I fell in love with on sight is flushed and rosy, her eyes glazed over, her tits no longer contained inside her shirt, more than halfway out of her bra. They jiggle with every upward fuck of my hips, the sight of her big nipples pushing me to the breaking point.

“Say it. Say you’ll be with me forever,” I groan raggedly, kissing her, our mouths hot and urgent. “Say the words and I’ll give you Daddy’s milk.”

“I want to be with you forever,” she whispers, her eyes sparkling.

My heart goes wild in my chest, making me short of breath. Making my blood swim with pure joy. The tide is rising faster now that I’ve been given the ultimate gift. Now that she’s admitted out loud that I’m her man. I’ve claimed my female. Mine. Mine. Mine.

I try to be gentle, but she’s made me into an animal and I can’t stop myself from slamming her up against the wall of the bar and going for broke, my dick hammering up into her dripping little pussy, her cries filling my ears.

“Daddy,” she whines, clawing my shoulders, my back, her knees digging into my sides—and it’s her enjoyment of my brutal fuck that gets me off. Knew it the second I saw her that she could take it. That she would love my lethal soldier’s nature coming out to play, holding nothing back. And here’s my proof. The fact that my violent thrusts push her into another orgasm at the same time as mine, that tight channel closing up around me like a vise, drawing out my seed like cannon fire.

“Lula.” I rail her against the wall, driving upward several more times, fast and hard, then I hold deep, shoving her knees open and pinning her with my hips. “Look at it. Watch my seed coming up.” She does what I ask, moaning at the sight of my cock’s base flexing, flexing, rippling with the emerging semen. “Going right where it belongs, isn’t it, princess? Right into to that fertile fucking pussy. God yes. Right into the woman I love.”

Lula gasps, her eyes flying to mine.

I didn’t mean to make the confession like this, behind a bar while I’m in the throes of a climax, but it’s the truth that’s written on my soul, so I let her look into my eyes. Let her see how much I mean it. “I love you, Lula.”

“I love you, too,” she breathes unevenly, throwing her arms around my neck.

Did she really just say that?

Oh God. This is real. I’m home. I’m finally home.

Those four words out of her mouth set off another round of spurts and I have to grind her into the wall to set those final drops free, bucking and grunting until we are both fully sated and I’m holding my stepsister as close as possible, breathing her in, the love I have for her threatening to swallow me whole. Maybe it already has.

I’ve pushed our luck taking her behind the bar. The last thing I want is her to be pictured in a compromising position. I’ll protect her at all costs for the rest of my life. The need to do that has my chest in a cage. So I fix her clothing and mine, taking her hand and walking her to the car. I’m barely able to take my eyes off her the whole ride home. As soon as we’re upstairs in the house, I’m going to walk straight through that adjoining bathroom and take her again, slower this time. Going to eat that pussy like a man at his final meal.

My intentions show on my face, too. I assume so, since she can’t stop blushing, making my cock even harder. Even more eager to get upstairs and fuck. We only have a matter of hours before those pictures of us together at the bar start circulating, but honestly, it’s the last thing on my mind. I just want to forget about the outside world and lose myself in this girl every day for the rest of my life. I don’t want to think about anything else.

Tomorrow morning will be soon enough to deal with fallout. We’ll have to speak to our parents and that discussion isn’t going to be easy, but I’ll shield Lula. I’ll protect her from unfounded criticism and outside forces, because that’s my job now and I crave it.

My father is in the living room when we walk inside. He nods at us over the top of his book, his eyes lingering on our proximity. Maybe he already knows there’s something serious between me and my stepsister. Maybe not. But I want another night of making promises to Lula before she has to face their ugliness.

Reluctantly, I kiss her soft mouth and leave her outside of her bedroom door, wanting so badly to walk through it with her, to have no secrets from anyone, let alone our parents. However, I console myself with the fact that she’ll be back in my arms in a matter of minutes.

Where she belongs.

Unfortunately, those outside forces that could keep us apart are much closer than I imagine.