Rehabbing the Colonel: Girls on Top

twelve

Manny

When I walked into the bar and saw that private hitting on my girl, I was ready to do battle, but instead I kept my hands to myself. Can’t end up in the brig over every little thing, can I? Besides, I haven’t seen Karcin in so fucking long and she looks amazing. I can’t really be surprised other men want her, but I don’t have to like it.

“You wanna dance or get out of here?” I ask, lowering myself to her ear, ready to do whatever she wants.

“Let’s get out of here,” she says. “We have the rest of our lives to dance, and I really, really don’t want to watch whatever the hell this is,” she says gesturing to her father and the girl sitting at the bar.

“Hey, I’m Manny,” I say introducing myself to Karcin’s friend.

“Lorin, the best friend.”

“Got it. Well you two kids have fun,” I say, chuckling. The look on the General’s face is pretty fucking epic.

“Oh, you too,” Lorin says, winking at us.

“Bye dad, Lorin. Please don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Karcin says.

“So do everything,” Lorin replies slowly.

“I don’t need to hear that. Bye, Karcin,” General Adams says, groaning. After making my own goodbyes, I take Karcin’s hand and lead her out the door.

“Did you drive?” I ask, looking for her car.

“No, I Ubered. I was gonna get drunk, but I like this so much better.”

“I love you,” I say chuckling. She stops walking as do I. Turning, we face each other.

“What?”

“I love you,” I repeat.

“Just like that?” she asks.

“Just like that.”

“I love you too,” she finally says, and I feel like I can breathe again. Leaning down, I wrap my hands in her loose hair and kiss her, our tongues dancing.

“Let’s get out of here,” I say, taking her hand and moving again.

Once we get to my place, since it’s closer, I take her to the bedroom. She can have a tour tomorrow. It’s been an entire week since I’ve been inside her and that just can’t happen again. Stripping as quickly as we can, we climb into bed, kissing.

“I missed you so much, Manny,” she says, laughing as my beard grates against her chest.

“I missed you too, baby. So fucking much, you have no idea.”

“Show me,” she says arching her back, pushing her tits into me. Unable to resist them, I pull one of her nipples into my mouth biting it lightly before moving to the other one. The way she responds to my touch has me flying, like I just got high.

“You’re a bad girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes. Please, I need you,” she says reaching between us and stroking my cock between her hands. Leaning back, I grip my dick and rub it through her wet pussy lips before slamming into her. Over and over, I thrust in and out of her until she screams my name, then and only then do I fill her.

“Marry me,” I say still inside of her.

“Yes,” she moans. “Wait, what?”

“Be my wife.”

“You’re serious?”

“Hell, yeah. I’m not getting any younger here.” She burst out laughing, the motion making my dick instantly hard again.

“Yes, I’ll marry you, Manny Delgado.”

“Damn right,” I say, fucking her again.

“I love you,” she moans as she comes again.

“I love you too, Karcin. Forever.”

Who knew that needing rehab would change my life forever? I certainly didn’t and now I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her including the one thing I never thought I’d do. Retire. Her dad got to me, and I realized he was right as I cleaned up the shattered glass from my entryway. The rest of my life will be dedicated to Karcin, and I can’t fucking wait.

epilogue

Karcin

one year later

“Oh God, Manny, harder. Fuck me harder.” I love the gentle side of my husband, but sometimes I need the possessive man that took me from that bar and fucked me for a weekend straight to come back. I know I sound ungrateful, but I am not. Sex between us is nothing short of amazing every single time, but he has been so soft and careful ever since I have gotten pregnant, and sometimes, mama needs to be banged.

Smack.

“Calm your greedy ass down, Corazon. You take what the fuck I give you.” Jesus. He says it while grinding his balls into my clit; the friction sends pinpricks of electricity to my nipples and brain.

“Shit. Manny.” His hands entangle with mine, and he pins me to bed, unable to move.

“I know, wife. Every fucking time. I just don’t ever want to hurt you or my son, Corazon.” I love him so much.

“I know, babe. He is fine and tucked in. You have been gone for two weeks recruiting. I missed you.” I tell him as a tear slips from my eyes.

“No, no, no, baby. Please. No crying, baby. I know. I missed you so fucking much.” His mouth latches on my sensitive nipples, and I scream, the pain and pleasure of him biting me, too much but never enough. “I missed suckling these while my cock nestles between your legs and reminds you to feel me.” Our mouths dance with one another, tongues teasing and tantalizing.