Rehabbing the Colonel: Girls on Top

“End of the hallway,” she answers, before going back to kissing my neck. I drop her on the bed and step out of my shoes, kicking my socks off as well. I open my pants and slowly unbutton my shirt, looking down at her. She’s biting her already swollen bottom lip. She flings her heels across the room, but never takes her eyes off of me.

When I’m stripped down to my boxers, I decide to lose them as well. Her eyes widen and I chuckle. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll fit.” She just nods. “You like this dress?” I ask.

“No.”

“Good,” I say before gripping the thin fabric, ripping it from her body. She moans. Her tits are bare and the tiny triangle of fabric clinging to her pussy lips is soaked. It’s obscene, but I can’t help tugging it so that it goes in between them. “So wet already? We haven’t even started. You’ll be gushing in no time.”

“You seem so sure of yourself,” she says.

“I thought I told I am always sure when I’m right.”

“You did,” she says as the same I rip the panties from her body.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” I tell her, climbing on to the bed.

“So are you,” she says, reaching for me at the same time she parts her thighs for me.

“I think you have that wrong, baby. Men aren’t beautiful.”

“Maybe other men aren’t beautiful, but you look like you were carved out of marble just for me. All these muscles. All these scars. Just for me and it’s beautiful.”

“Damn, baby,” I say leaning down, taking her lips, claiming them.

She moans and wiggles under me, until her little wet cunt is pressed against my dick, wanting it, begging for it.

“Fuck me, Manny. Don’t make me beg for it,” she growls, rubbing herself on my dick.

“I won’t make you beg, Karcin. At least not the first time.”

“Bastard,” she says smiling. I slide my cock into her wet cunt and thrust hard, breaking her cherry. I wasn’t expecting it, but now that I know I’m the first man to claim her, I’ll damn sure be the last. I’ve been so hard for her since the moment I met her, this has been a long time coming, literally. I reach between us, desperate for her to come before I do. Only when she rakes her nails down my back and screams my name, do I fill her with my seed. I never once thought about protection with her, and now all I can think about is breeding her over and over again.

Don’t mind if I do…

nine

Karcin

Wow. I mean, wow. I have no other words. Last night was… holy shit. I can’t stop rubbing my hands over my body. Everything still tingles and is so sensitive from the attention he paid to every inch of me. I have never in my life felt so dainty and like a real woman than when he was moving and lifting and turning me how he wanted me, proving how much bigger and stronger than me he is.

Turning, I take in his gorgeous, sexy face, his five o’clock shadow prominent and adding to his appeal. Right now, he looks so soft and unencumbered, unlike the tense, always in control way he is when he is awake. Well, last night, I saw some of his control slip, and it made me wetter.

I don’t know the protocol right now because I am lying here like a dummy. Do I wait for him to wake up and then leave, or am I supposed to be gone by the time he wakes up? Shoot. Duh. Haven't my friends said this all the time? Never stay. Always leave. The guys don’t want to be obligated to feed you to make sure you get home. Except I already am at home. Why should I leave? I would be a liar if I didn’t admit that the thought of leaving like a secret or a one-night stand makes my stomach hurt but staying and forcing him to deal with our one night would be worse.

I fling my legs over the side of the bed, attempting to slowly leave the bed, so he doesn’t wake up. Before my feet fully touch the ground, I feel an arm wrap around my waist, and I am rolled under him. “Going somewhere, mi Corazon?” His just woke voice sounds like what I would imagine whiskey to sound like. It's smooth yet rough. His eyes stare into mine as he lowers his head.

“I wasn’t sure if…”

“You will never leave our bed in shame and without giving me a morning taste,” he proclaims before his tongues sears my mouth in an intensity made more prevalent by the fact that I am already primed for him. He knees my legs further apart, our mouths not ceasing the devouring of one another. “Jesus. You woke up needing me, huh, baby? This greedy cunt is already soaked and scorching.” His words…damn, this man knows where to hit me.