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  My face must have been fucking beet red. I rubbed into Stone's coat to camouflage the rage of lust rushing at me. So that when she turned around, her perfect body beginning to fill in all the right places, she didn't notice what a pervy bastard I was being. Looking at her bent over and imagining what it would be like to spread her further and slide my dick into her wet slickness from behind.

  Now, she pops back up, half turned to face me so I get a great angle of her uplifted tits. She makes no attempt to hide her fascinated stare at my cock sticking up like a steel bolt, not even swaying in its rigid stance. Her eyes widen quite a lot as she gawps at it.

  Yeah, I know Babe. It's big but I'll go easy on you.

  Then she takes off squealing and splashing into the water with me right behind her. And I'm still traveling back to the past.

  “Come on, let's cool off.”

  Scherri ran down to the water and Stone bounded off behind her, stopping to look back at me, cajoling me to join them, before chasing Scherri into the water.

  We'd done this a thousand times before. What was different now?

  Maybe because the last time, I'd ducked under the water and swam between her legs. Bobbing my head there and catching her thighs then pushing up so she flew up out of the water before tumbling back in. We always fooled around like that – nothing to it.

  But that time, that one time the sensation of the soft skin at the tops of her thighs. Pressed against my cheeks as she squeezed sent a flare of lust through me. Her pussy rubbing against the back of my neck made an array of electrical flashes run through every cell of my body direct to my dick that was already massive and pummeling for freedom from my briefs.

  Jesus fucking Christ, it was impossible. It was torturous to be around her and not be able to plunge all the way inside her body. She'd been all mine for years and now I needed her again, in that forbidden way. I had to possess her and claim her totally.

  Now we stand and face each other, waist deep in the water, air heaving through our lungs. She looks just like a siren with her hair all wet and her eyes limpid pools of lust. Except there was never a siren with such a look of filthy mixed with innocent. I've never wanted anything as much as I want to reach out a hand and touch her right now.

  I take a step closer and she lets out a gasp. The water level cups the undersides of her tits and her nipples poke out like bullet heads. I tip down and wrap my lips around one, the surge of toying with something taboo almost explodes my brain cells.

  Does she want this?

  I stand back up and catch her eyes, wide, filled with longing and lust and something else. Then she leaps at me, her hands on my stubbled rough jaw to pull my mouth onto hers, her thighs flying around my waist so her pussy rubs against my cock, pinning it to my abs under the water.

  Right there I almost detonate, my balls are in an agony of need and it takes all my effort not to tear her panties to one side and impale her tight hole around my raging dick.

  Chapter NINE

  Scherri

  The aroma of his musky manliness beneath the clear freshness of the water is intoxicating. He's a real man now, no longer the boy I knew. Stick moves closer toward me and I squeeze my legs together, very aware that only my sodden panties, liquid-heavy are between us becoming even closer. Other than that we're skin to skin – nearly. So very nearly. My eyes stretch with questions and trepidation as I look at him.

  Are we going to do this?

  Really?

  My tits are almost leaping up and down I'm breathing so hard.

  He reaches out a hand to lay a thick finger on my lower lip, sliding the pad across it until I open my mouth and tug it voraciously inside, sucking and lapping at him like I'm a half-starved little animal.

  And then Stick's on me. Everywhere at once.

  His mouth crashes down on mine and this is nothing like that first, sweetly tentative kiss, all those years ago. Stick is in charge now and he takes me, claiming me, letting me know that there'll be no refusal. Not that I ever would. His tongue winds and dips around mine with ferocious hunger. Jabbing and swirling, plundering my mouth like he's fucking it. His hands clasp my hips then slide up my rib cage to cup my tits.

  I can't believe the wave of desire that rushes up my legs and through my core. I've never needed a man so desperately. So that I want to tear at my hair and drag my nails through his flesh with need. Maybe I do exactly that, I'm lost in a miasma of need that eradicates all thought.

  His fingers go to my nipple and twirl the hard little point between the pads. The rolling only making my hunger more voracious, so that I moan out a long pleading sigh.

  I thrust my hips onto the enormous rock hard bulge – the first word that comes to my head is Stick – it's so solid and upright and thick. I've fooled around with guys before and no one has even come close to the size of Stick. It's so beautiful I want to stroke the cashmere skin, rock hard and burning hot in my palm. I want to suck all of him into me, consume him.

  But I'm also beyond nervous that the first time is going to be agony. Talk about biting off more than you can chew. Those thoughts pile through my head in a flash before my body takes over. My lusty desire for this man eradicating all trepidation. All I can think of is finally having him inside me.

  “Scherri -” Stick groans into the side of my neck.

  My head is tossed back and all I can do is release another needy mewl. His hand leaves my breast to slip back down over my body and between my spread thighs. He tugs my underwear across to the side and his fingers work on my swollen clit, that's ready to burst so as to release the ache gathering there. He pinches the agonized hard little triangle between finger and thumb, while another digit rubs circles around my stretched opening.

  I moan again – a feral little sound – and buck my hips against his fingers, desperate for him to force inside me. Make it quick, thrust inside and get that part over with. So I can savor the next. When he does, the pain shoots through me and I dig my fingers into his solidly resistant shoulders. He corkscrews further in and great pulsations tingle through me.

  “That's so good,” I groan.

  “Christ, you're so fucking tight, Scher,” Stick grits out, as though in surprise.

  Yeah, I guess it is unusual for a woman in her twenties to still be innocent but what can I say? I'm picky.

  “It's uncharted territory,” I pant, furiously grinding on the finger I'm impaled on, yearning for more.

  Stick freezes the voracious probing, his breath hitching, his cock throbbing in my ass crack.

  “Baby, you're a virgin?” he half moans.

  “Yeah, wanna make something of it?” I joke, bouncing on him to get him to move. To inspire another thrust of those powerful fingers. I need so much more of him.

  “Actually I do,” he says in all seriousness, still not shoving deeper into me like I crave. “I'm not gonna fuck you here in the middle of our lake. It should be special. And delicious slow. I want you to feel good.”

  “Stick, you big doofus, this is as special as it gets – our lake. And I don't want it slow. I want you to fuck me so hard I'll stagger around like a drunk for a week.”

  His finger flexing inside my pussy sets off a slew of twitches that make me shudder. I need him to devour me with the same initial force. I don't want to be taken sweet and slow, I want his huge cock powering into me until I'm so sore I can't move. I want to be sprawled out, arms and legs limp with the pleasure I feel mounting.

  “I am so ready for this. For you,” I moan. “Please!”

  I'm clutched around his concrete body, that's holding us both up in the water like a beacon. My legs are around his waist, my hands gouging into his shoulders. I climb up his body until my pussy mouth finds his rounded softer head. White light shoots through my tunnel and we let out a simultaneous groan of intense connection.

  He cups my ass, supporting my weight like it's nothing as I slide down the length of him. A sharp intake of breath sears my lungs as I'm filled all the way to my throat. That's ho
w far inside me he feels.

  “Okay, baby?” he asks, his eyes scouring across my face, searching for the emotion.

  I nod and bite down on my lip as I realize he's not even halfway inside me. The pain of yearning for all of him outweighs any physical discomfort I'm feeling. I clasp around his rigid neck and thrust down on him hard before he can prevent me. The pain is sharp but he still hasn't busted through. I throw back my head and wail at the sun, frustrated, howling for his cock inside.

  “Relax,” Stick tells me and cups my ass in one huge palm, the other behind my neck.

  He jerks his pelvis so I feel a pop and a tear and then the most delicious sensation known in the universe. Ohmigod this is heaven. Stick is filling my pussy, forcing back the walls, stretching for the very edge of me. I'm so ecstatic I can't breathe. How can my body possibly be so full of man? The edge of my vision turns sharp white then blurs.

  “Okay, baby?” he asks again, cupping my head tenderly while his face takes on a half-lidded animalistic kind of lust.

  “Oh, you feel so good.”

  I impale myself down into his cock so I feel his head brushing at the entrance to my womb. Bucking and rotating on his amazing pole while Stick's thumb strums across my engorged clit has me quivering. Tremors rise over my skin and I feel a shuddering inside me that makes me feel I'm going to lose all of me. Just shatter into a thousand pieces.

  And then I do. My pussy grips so tight around Stick's cock he cages me into his arms and clasps my head in his palms as I come undone right there in the water.

  I want him again so much I can taste it. Once was nowhere near enough. A thousand times wouldn't be enough with Stick. I need his cock inside me over and over, filling me, making me his only with that special connection.

  Did I mention love before? I've never loved him more than that moment. That was until this one came along.

  Chapter TEN

  Stick

  I wade through the water with Scherri impaled on my cock. With every step, my balls pull up tighter. With her tits bouncing, her pussy clenching and pounding down on the head of my dick it's enough to make me blow my load before I've even finished with her. She thinks it's over but it's only just started. I'm nowhere near done with her.

  She's brushing her lips into the side of my neck, moaning into my rope tendon. Her fingers threaded through my hair, gripping and tugging as she huffs.

  “Please, don't stop. I need this. I need this so bad.”

  “I need you too baby,” I gruff out. I have zero intention of stopping. Maybe ever. “I've wanted this for longer than either of us can imagine.”

  Every word is a massive exertion, my breath ragged as I stride up the shore and head for the widest tree trunk I can find. I ram her up into it, sticking out both palms to cushion the collision so she doesn't get so much as a scratch. My forearms cage her between my chest and the trunk and I jerk my dick deeper into her so she mewls out a gasp.

  “Harder,” she breathes.

  I don't wanna hurt her but there's no holding back. I slam into Scherri's tight hole over and over while she entwines her arms back behind her, circling the trunk as she arches her back.

  “Babe, I'm not wearing a rubber,” I grit.

  Talk about being caught unawares. I can't keep my hands off her soft skin, cupping the curve of her waist while I tweak and twist her big nipple points.

  “S'okay,” she moans.

  She's thrashing her head side to side, matching every thrust by shoving her pelvis down onto me. My soft head is butting at her cervix and still she wants me further into her.

  “So good,” she moans over and over.

  Her sweet lips are all swollen and tender looking. Much as I'm fit to explode I'm determined to make this first time all about Scher.

  “What do you need, Baby?” I growl, the sound of a feral animal.

  “You,” she mewls, struggling for air. “Just you. Always you.”

  She's close now and the tugs inside her pussy as she comes close to the edge, send me half deranged. I pound into her, kissing her, squeezing her, smoothing her. I cover her tits in my massive hands, crushing her flesh until it overspills. She's so irresistibly delicious, being buried balls deep inside her makes me come alive in every cell.

  I look down and see her engorged pink pussy lips folding around the root of my dick and white light sears at my brain. Her swollen clit is pushing out from her folds, all glistening and the instant I stroke my thumb pad across it, she comes completely undone.

  Her hands fly to my shoulders and grip me as she convulses on my dick. I maintain her crescendo with my fingers, pulling out another set of shudders, then another. When I'm certain her fireworks have all exploded and she's about to flop into bliss, only then do I let myself go, erupting into her pussy with all the lust I've held back for so long.

  When I've filled her so full, her hole is leaking, I lift her in my arms. My thighs are trembling from the draining climax but still holding her impaled on my dick, I carry her to where we left a pile of clothes and sink to the ground.

  She makes a happy, satisfied little mewl as her weight settles on my head. She rotates herself onto me, her eyes closed with a blissy smile as she milks the last bit of pleasure out of me.

  “Greedy little girl,” I growl, daggering into her hair to tug her head to one side and suck on her neck.

  “Call me ravenous,” she whispers. “That was just so – incredible.”

  “You aren't sore?”

  “Hmmm?” She screws up her nose adorably as she considers the question “A little. Okay a lot, but it's lovely. It's like proof of love – or something,” she quickly adds, realizing the L-word just escaped her lips.

  I laugh and stroke her hair, my dick still semi hard inside her, relishing the clutch of her tunnel and pushing back against her pulsations. This is everything I need. Have ever needed.

  She takes my stubbled cheeks in her two small hands to turn my face up to her.

  “Do you want to talk about it?”

  I know what she means immediately, without her spelling it out. I know she overheard my father's kinda blatant remark. I know she wants to find out everything I've been up to since I went AWOL on her. I give an automatic shake of the head, almost imperceptible except she feels it in her palms and her eyes dig into me, seeking out what I want.

  I stop to consider whether I can do this. This is Scherri. If I could talk about it to anyone in the world it would be her. She's waiting so patiently and I know whatever I decide will be okay with her. She won't ever push too hard. She'll always be waiting for me, whenever I'm ready.

  “It ain't pretty,” I husk.

  “Lots of things in life aren't,” she says, so softly, letting me know she's strong enough to take it. For my sake.

  “The things I've seen.”

  She waits. And squeezes my hand gently, letting me know she's here while I work through it. Somehow being deep inside her pussy makes the confession easier to deal with. The connection is that powerful.

  “We were on an ambush that blew up in our faces. Three of us were cut off from the unit. Soames and Jacket – and me.”

  Like always the horror comes barreling at me, out of the pitch black tunnel in my head. I feel every cell clench, ready for impact and yet this time the overwhelm isn't as devastating. Scherri's small palms on both my cheeks hold me there. With her. I don't disappear into the whirling mire of the past.

  I force myself to relax my taut muscle. Clamping down every limb and breathing in response to the calm she's imparting.

  “Soames was my best bud – the only one I had.”

  Was.

  “Jacket and I, we always had a snark rolling between us from the beginning. I dunno why? Too many alpha males in the room if I'm honest.”

  She squeezes my hand lightly again and this time holds the pressure.

  “We were cut off from the vehicles. Soames and Jacket were both down. Jacket was more badly wounded so I picked him up and carried him out, we b
oth took more hits, skin wounds, but we made it. Then I turned to go back for Soames but it was too late. The insurgents were swarming in, cutting him off from the Humvee and me. Jacket pulled me inside the truck, then the other guys helped him. I fought them off. I had to go back for my buddy. But-”

  “Oh god, how terrible for you, my Baby. But you had no choice.”

  Thank fuck she doesn't say 'I'm sorry'. Always so redundant when people struggle to say something that eases their discomfort.

  “I left my best bud to die. Alone. While that bastard survived.”

  “You were still hostile with each other? After all that?”

  “Fucking worse. Every time he looked at me, he gave me some cocky douchebag smirk. And it was like he was taunting me for leaving Soamesy behind.”

  “Baby, it was not your fault.”

  I crush her tight into my chest and hold her there until I can breathe again.

  Chapter ELEVEN

  Scherri

  I'm grateful and not to mention tingling when Stick carries me, riding on his dick buried up to the root inside me. I'm so weak from the endless climaxes he pulled from my body, I know my knees would buckle and fold if he put me down. He sinks to his knees on our discarded clothes and I remain straddled on him with his perfect cock still inside me.

  And this is the moment. We'll never be closer than this – my first time, our first time. Sharing everything now would bond us even more firmly.

  Tentatively I ask him, not wanting to ruin this moment I'll never forget. Not for him either. I don't want our first time to be lodged in his memory along with a panic attack. So I'm relieved, a surge of warmth running up me, as I realize Stick isn't going to shut me out. Like he did to his father at the breakfast bar over coffee. Not intentionally though, I'm sure he isn't purposely building a wall around himself. It's just safer that way for Stick. If he doesn't talk about it, he doesn't have to feel it. Except now that we're older I think we both know it doesn't work that way.