Teasing Her Marine Master (3 page)

"You want more?" He smacked her lips with the fat head of his dick.

"Yes, sir." She sounded breathless and excited and wet her lips with her pink tongue. "Show me, sir. Use me."

Her eagerness and the way she begged made his balls ache. There was no going back now.

Mack dropped the handful of hair and cupped her face in his hands. He thrust his cock between her lips and began to fuck her mouth. He was gentle at first and careful not to go too deep. By slow degrees, he hastened his pace and intensity. She made the most delicious noises around his cock. The noise of his dick plunging in and out of her slick, hot mouth filled the bathroom. He pounded her throat, making her gag until tears streamed down her face. Shiny rivulets of saliva coated her chin. She was an absolute mess but seemed to love every minute of it.

Wild now with lust, Mack decided to see just how far he could push Jolie. She'd asked for the full experience. She was sure as hell going to get it. He shoved his cock deep into her throat, not stopping until her nose was pressed into his pubic hair, and ordered, "Stick out your tongue and lick my balls, Jolie."

She hesitated only a second before doing as he asked. She gagged again, her poor abused throat unable to house his thick shaft a moment longer, but fought to follow his order anyway. Heat streaked through his lower belly as her eyes widened with determination. That soft tongue of hers fluttered against his ball sac. He enjoyed the feather-light sensation a few seconds before showing mercy and pulling free from her mouth.

Jolie gasped and inhaled a shuddery breath. He expected those hands to come up and stop him but she shocked him by regaining her composure and opening her mouth again, begging him to fuck her mouth again. It was in that moment that Mack realized he'd finally found the woman he'd been looking for all these long years. What Jolie lacked in experience, she more than made up for in enthusiasm.

He lovingly stroked her cheeks before plunging his cock back into her mouth. The squelching sounds of his cock gliding over her tongue and slamming into her throat made his toes curl. He pinched her nose a few times as he battered her mouth. She hummed hungrily as he thrust fast and hard, seeking his own release now. All that pent-up desire came unleashed as he chased his orgasm.

"Fuck, Jolie!
Fuck
!" He growled and shoved deep in her throat as he came, his cock jerking in her mouth and shooting hot cum. His entire body buzzed as the searing heat of his climax ripped through him. His head pounded and heart raced as he came harder than ever. He pulled back just enough to keep her from choking but kept most of his shaft buried in her sweet mouth. "Suck me dry, Jolie."

She sucked hard on his cock, swallowing his cum, and then used her tongue to lick him clean. As he pulled out, a few drops of cum escaped. He pushed them back inside her mouth and let her lick his thumb clean. He grabbed the hand towel and wiped her shiny chin and tear-stained cheeks.

Sitting back on her heels, Jolie wore the relaxed expression of a young woman who had just been thoroughly debauched. She smiled happily and stared at him as if he were some kind of sex god who had fulfilled her every desire. "Thank you, Mack."

"I wouldn't thank me just yet," he warned. Her features contorted with confusion. He grasped her upper arms and carefully lifted her from the floor. Trapped in his arms, Jolie melted against his chest. He cupped the back of her neck and stabbed his tongue between her lips. He didn't care that he'd just cum in her mouth. If anything, he liked tasting himself on her tongue and lips.

He broke free from the kiss and spun her around to face the counter. Hands on her hips, he situated her just so and placed her palms flat on the cold surface. She stared at his reflection, her face betraying her uncertainty. He placed his hand in the center of her back and pushed her down, pressing her cheek to the countertop. "Do you know what happens to little girls who come into my home unannounced?"

"No, sir." Her voice was shaky.

"They get punished." Mack moved to her side and let his hand drift along the curve of her plump backside. She had a sweet little ass, one he was sure hadn't been spanked in a long, long time—if ever. "You will count and you will thank me, Jolie."

"Y-yes, sir." There was no mistaking her fear. Trepidation filled her voice.

Sadist that he was, Mack got off on her anxiety. He wasn't going to hurt her, not really, but she didn't know that. He drew back his arm and brought his hand down against her soft ass. She yelped with surprise as his hand cracked her bottom. The sound of her shuddery inhale made him smile.

"One, sir. Thank you, sir."

Well done, he thought, and then smacked her ass again and again and again. She cried out with each whack but managed to keep track of the blows and to thank him. With each successive spank, her voice grew more wobbly. Soon, she sobbed openly. "E-eleven, sir, and thank you."

He delivered another blow, this one hard to enough to make his palm sting. She lifted up on her toes and cried. "Please, sir. Please, no more."

"Did I hear twelve and a thank you, Jolie?" Before she could answer, he whacked her red bottom three more times in quick succession.
Smack. Smack. Smack.

"Oh! Ow! Ah! Oh!" She squirmed and squeezed her ass cheeks together. "Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sir." She sucked in a long, shaky breath. "Thank you, sir."

He considered giving her another ten but then decided she'd had enough. She was new to this, after all. Mack wondered if her first taste would be the last.

To show her that pain often accompanied pleasure, Mack slipped an arm around her waist and lifted her into a standing position. Her splotchy face and red eyes displayed such vulnerability. He peppered kisses along the side of her neck and cheek. With his chest to her back, he curved his hand around her breast and let the other hand drift between her thighs. Even after that unexpected ass whooping, her pussy dripped. His fingers glided through her slippery folds and penetrated her.

Gazes locked in the mirror, he finger-fucked her wet cunt until she panted and moaned. His hand abandoned her breast for her clit. With two hands working her tight pussy, she stood no chance. She came hard and fast, her pussy juice flooding his fingers as he thrust in and out of that snug channel and flicked her clit.

When she'd finally quieted, he turned her around to face him. He kissed her gently and pressed their foreheads together. In a stern voice, he said, "Don't ever come into my house without knocking and getting permission again, Jolie."

She looked duly chastised. "Yes, Mack."

When she wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned her cheek to his chest, Mack was overwhelmed by the urge to carry her to his bed and hold her close during an afternoon nap. He battled the impossible desire and instead forced his hands to do the opposite. He gently shoved her away from his body and stared down into her bright eyes. "You need to get dressed and get back to your parents' cabin before they worry."

Jolie's lips parted but she closed them quickly. He was surprised that she hadn't argued with him. Instead she nodded and gathered up her clothing. She tidied up with the hand towel and slipped back into her bikini. Unable to help himself, Mack reached out and brushed away her hands. He tied the ends of string together for her.

She smiled up at him, that coquettish glint back in her eyes. Rising on tiptoes, she pressed a playful kiss to his lips. She backed away slowly and lingered in the doorway. She blew him a kiss before winking mischievously and flouncing from the bathroom. As she disappeared from view, she called out, "I'll see you later."

Of that, he had no doubt.

Chapter Two

Mack couldn't stop thinking about Jolie. One taste of that forbidden fruit and he was hooked. Visions of their illicit tryst flashed through his mind. His cock ached and lower belly burned as desire streaked through him. God, how badly he wanted her again!

He tried to remember if there had ever been another romp that could compare with what he'd shared with Jolie in his bathroom. He'd racked his brain but nothing came close. That made the knowledge that it could never happen again even worse. He felt like a junkie in need of a fix. There was only one drug that would satisfy him now and she was sleeping in a cabin just fifty yards away from him.

All sorts of wild scenarios crossed his mind. He'd spent sixteen years in spec-ops. Now he trained former soldiers and even some civilian recruits for high-risk overseas assignments in protecting government and other civilian officials, often oil workers, in dangerous areas. Sneaking into Jolie's room through a window would be a piece of cake. He could grab her, haul her out of the window and back to his bedroom in five minutes or less.

Oh, god, what he could do to her then! His cock throbbed as he imagined all the things he wanted to do with Jolie. The way she'd reacted earlier had shown him that she was a true submissive. What she needed now was a good Dom to gently lead her through an exploration of her sexuality. He wanted to be that Dom.

But it was impossible. He reminded himself of all the reasons why. Jolie was his best friend's only child. There were lines and that was one he should never have crossed. As it was, Mack had a bad feeling he was going to either have the shit knocked out of him or catch a bullet for messing with Derek's baby girl. Of course, he'd picked the one girl whose daddy had a goddamned arsenal on the walls of his cabin's living room.

Mack's cell phone chirped, drawing his attention away from his conflicted thoughts. He lifted out of his recliner and reached toward the side table where his phone sat. His finger glided over the touch-screen and brought up the text message. He didn't recognize the number but it was similar to Derek's private cell. Even before he tapped the text message icon, he had a sneaking suspicion about the sender's identity.

His cock throbbed to life at the wicked sight that assaulted him. Jolie's bare ass filled his screen. He could just make out the pale bruising on her plump cheeks. His palm tingled with the memory of swatting that fine ass.

His phone chirped again as another message was delivered to his inbox.

Red Rover, Red Rover, can Jolie come over?

He knew it was wrong but he couldn't stop himself. The strong-willed, disciplined man who'd survived the hell of multiple tours in the sandbox couldn't say no to a tempting, wild young woman. It made him feel weak and that wasn't a feeling he liked.

Yet that didn't stop his thumb from punching in a simple three letter answer.
Yes.

Mouth dry, he rose from his chair and dropped his phone onto the coffee table. His stomach lurched with a mix of excitement and trepidation. What had happened this afternoon in the bathroom could have easily been excused as a mistake. What was about to happen now was a choice and one he'd no doubt have to defend.

The timid knock at his back door seemed to echo through the house. He crossed the living room and kitchen and hooked a left into the pantry. Jolie's shadowy outline filled the square window in the door. He opened the door, reached out to grab her wrist and pulled her into his cabin.

The door shut firmly behind her, Mack trapped her smaller body between his chest and the unyielding wood. He placed his hands on either side of her head and stared down at her, lowering his face until their noses almost touched. He could barely make out her eyes in the darkness of the hallway. Just the palest splash of moonlight spilled through the door and highlighted her tanned skin. Her short, excited breaths buffeted his face.

When her hands touched his chest, the electric arc zinged through the thin cotton of his shirt and scorched his skin. In that moment, the switch flipped. His cock overruled his head. He wanted Jolie and there was no stopping him.

Their lips crashed together in a frantic kiss. He gripped the back of her neck and kissed her roughly, deepening the kiss as his tongue stabbed between her lips. She whimpered and clutched at him. Her breasts pressed against his chest. He let his hand glide along her soft curves. He cupped her breast and gave it a squeeze. She moaned and clawed at him, her hot body seemingly overcome with desire.

In one swift move, Mack lifted her from the ground and threw her over his shoulder. He clamped one hand on her ass as he carried her through his cabin. She giggled, the sound so rich and joyful that it made him shiver. He couldn't help but smile. Her happiness was just so damned infectious.

He flicked on the light in his bedroom as he crossed the threshold and then dropped her onto the bed. She squealed with surprise as she bounced on the mattress. He wasted no time climbing on top of her. Her eyes widened as he pinned her under him. He grabbed her wrists in one hand and held them over her head. His mouth touched hers, just teasing across her lips, before he kissed his way down her neck to the swell of cleavage peeking out through the scoop neck of her cotton dress.

He took his time as he licked and nibbled her exposed skin. She lifted her hips and shoulders as he peeled off her dress and panties and tossed them aside. Her flip-flops had fallen off somewhere between the back door and his bedroom. Completely naked, she sprawled in the center of his bed like some bronzed goddess just waiting to be ravished.

"Jolie, Jolie, Jolie," he whispered as his fingertip drew a wandering line down her body. "What am I going to do with you?"

She grinned up at him, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "Whatever it is, I hope it's really fucking kinky."