Compromising Love (The American Soldier Collection 10)

His tongue plunged into her mouth in exploration and possession. She gripped his shoulders, pulled at his polo shirt as her mind try to decipher what the hell was happening here. She was confused, yet completely aroused and affected by his touch, his actions, and his dominance. But then came the reality of this. He didn’t care for her in that way. He was teaching her a lesson. But what lesson was it? The old traditional belief that men overpowered women? Perhaps the misconception that women could be ultimately controlled by a man’s dick? No, no fucking way. Not her. Not like this. She was in love with him, with them goddamn it!

She pulled from his mouth. The sound of his heavy breathing matched her own. His eyes looked wild and his face was red, tight, the muscles and veins standing out more so by his temples and neck as he strained to keep control.

“What the hell are you doing? Is this how you welcome your new female employees? You fuck them?” She spat her words at him.

She felt the palms of his hands glide under her skirt, lifting it and gripping her ass, squeezing as he simultaneously lifted her by her ass cheeks and pressed her hard against the wall a mere foot behind her.

She gasped and grabbed his shoulders as the feel of his belt and the material from his pants chaffed against her inner thighs.

“No. I don’t fuck my female employees. The only woman I want to fuck is the one I’ve wanted to fuck for at least the last five years.” He covered her mouth and kissed her again as his words sunk in. He wanted her? He desired her in that way? Was it just the macho, male mobster who wanted to claim a piece of ass and she was one woman he never could have because of her past, his loyalty to her brother, or simply because he was sexually attracted to her? Did she even care?

She realized very quickly as the sound of her panties tearing, and the feel of his tongue plunging into her mouth took away any ability to talk.

She gasped as thick, hard fingers pressed against her very unusually wet pussy before they plunged up into her.

“Oh God!” she cried out, pulling from his lips. Zin suckled against her neck, rocked his hips in sync to his fingers as he thrust them into her. She felt his tongue, his lips and teeth against her sensitive skin and she moaned. She never felt anything like this before. Never.

“Open for me, Aspen. I know you want it. I know you feel exactly the way I do. I want you. I want to be inside of you. Tell me you feel it, too. Tell me you want it, damn you.” He grunted and thrust his fingers, and she felt her body tighten. She felt something foreign, strange overpower all other feelings in her body and she feared letting go.

“Give it to him. Let go, Aspen, and give it to him now.” Storm’s strong voice surrounded her. She looked at him. She saw the arousal on his face, on Zin’s face as Zin continued to pump his fingers up into her cunt.

Then the others were there. Winter, Weston, York, and they all looked hungry. They all wanted her and the desire, the need overwhelmed her completely and she let go.

“Oh!” She screamed her release, shaking, rocking her pussy against Zin’s thick, hard fingers as she screamed through the most amazing orgasm ever.

“That’s it baby. Goddamn, Aspen, you look so fucking gorgeous when you come,” Zin told her.

“She looks incredible, like an angel when she comes,” York said, and she felt embarrassed. Suddenly like a fool for letting go like this. She tightened her thighs.

Zin pulled his fingers from her cunt and brought them to his mouth. He sucked the glistening cream off each finger. “Fucking delicious.”

She felt her lips part and she stared at him in awe. Never in her life did she imagine feeling like this. The desire, the depth of emotion, the bond that was instantly there when she was around these men.

“Unbutton that blouse and show me what’s mine,” he ordered.

She didn’t dare move. Her mind was trying to gain control of her body and what it wanted. Which was for him to fuck her right here against the wall and fill her with cock so deep she couldn’t speak or scream, only come like she just did over and over again.

“Do it now,” he demanded as he reached under them, using the wall behind her to press her against as he undid his pants.

“Zin.”

“No. No fucking words of denial. No lies, no fucking games. I want you, you want me, just like the others. Now show me what belongs to me. To all of us.”

“We want you. Always have.” Storm admitted and she looked at each of the men as she reached for the buttons of her blouse with shaking fingers.

She opened her mouth to speak as she parted the blouse, and Winter helped to remove it from her body. She lifted her hips and felt the tip of Zin’s cock at her the entrance to her pussy.

“I’m clean. I know you’re on the pill. Tell me that you fucking want me right now, right here, baby,” Zin said to her.

“How do you know I’m on the pill?” she found herself asking, stalling in an attempt to act nonchalant about this entire wild and crazy situation. But her voice shook and her body betrayed her as she pressed her wet pussy downward to get another feel of the tip of Zin’s thick, hard cock.

Zin leaned forward and kissed the corner of her mouth on both sides and then trailed kisses along her neck.

“I know you’ve been on the pill since you were sixteen due to a doctor’s recommendation. I know you prefer black thong panties over every other color because your lingerie drawer is filled with them. You’re a size thirty-six double D, and I admit I’ve snuck into your bedroom and sniffed your pillow, ran my hands over your panties, and imagined cupping these breasts and fucking you while you screamed my name,” he told her as he cupped her breast and pressed his cock slowly into her. She was so slick, so wet and ready for him she moaned and allowed his control.

“That’s it. God, baby, I’ve waited for-fucking-ever to make you mine.”

She felt how hard and thick he was and gasped as he pushed his cock deeper into her cunt.