Joke's on You (SWAT Generation 2.0 6)

She would’ve gone down had I not caught her.

My back hit the cool glass of the shower, but even that didn’t stop me from pulling her close, my hand going to her ass so that it could help press my cock even harder against her.

Things went a little desperate after that.

Before I could so much as think straight, her clothes were flying, and I had her on the edge of the sink with my mouth still on hers.

I desperately reached into the medicine cabinet and snagged a condom, praying inwardly that even though they were expired, they’d be good enough.

There was no telling how old they were.

Years, at least. Many, many years.

Being a father when you were home and deployed when you weren’t, really didn’t leave me much time to do things like sex. And, when the woman that you really wanted wasn’t available to you, one tended to steer away from sex.

So yeah, needless to say, the condoms were old.

I was going to blow in three pumps.

And my brain was too filled with all things Dillan to care.

Her hand went to the towel as she clawed it away from my body—how it was still in place after all of that was astounding.

I finally got the condom out of the medicine cabinet just about the time that her tiny, warm and exceptionally soft hand found my cock and wrapped her fist around it.

I couldn’t help throwing my head back and groaning at the feeling.

“Fuck, baby.” I growled. “You feel so good with your hand wrapped around me.”

I looked down to watch as her small hand played over my hard, pulsing cock.

It looked funny.

I’d honestly never thought that my cock was tan before, but with her milky white skin pressed right up against the olive skin of my cock? The differences were there.

But goddamn did it turn me on.

A drop of pre-cum pearled at the tip, and she swiped her thumb over the head and gathered the liquid.

Then she let my cock go, resting it against her mound, and brought her thumb up to her mouth.

I watched, enraptured, as she poked her little tongue out and licked the drop from the pad of her finger.

It was the single hottest thing that I’d ever seen.

Then her eyes flared as she got the first taste of me.

“You taste good,” she whispered. “I was expecting bitter, but it’s sweet.”

My cock jerked in response, and we both looked down to see it resting against her mound.

There was another drop of pre-cum waiting there just for her to taste, and she didn’t disappoint.

She swiped that drop with her finger, brought it to her lips, and sucked her finger into her mouth.

Her eyes closed, and I couldn’t take it anymore.

I had to have her.

This first time? Hard and fast.

The one after that? Slow and steady.

I ripped the condom open with my teeth, slicked the condom over my cock as far as it would go, and lined it up to her entrance.

Her eyes opened when she felt me there, and she scooted farther to the edge of the sink and leaned back.

That’s when I allowed myself to take in the rest of her.

God, her skin was like porcelain. All smooth, and soft and sweet.

Her hair was down around her shoulders, half falling from the ponytail that she had it in.

Then there were her breasts.

They were tipped with dusky pink nipples that looked like ripe little berries.

Her breasts weren’t huge, but they weren’t small either. A perfect little handful just for me.

“God, I want to touch you everywhere all at once,” I told her, running my hand down the length of her side, skimming my fingers over the swell of her left breast before curving it down the rest of her body.

My hands felt like sandpaper compared to her soft skin.

I almost took them away, feeling the calluses and scrapes as they ran along her skin, but just as I was about to pull away, she tilted her head back and said, “God, I love the way your hands feel on me.”

My cock jerked at her entrance, and I was unable to help myself.

I had to put my cock inside of her.

I had to sheathe it in her pussy, feel the way she clenched around me tight.

I went slow, pushing in so gently at first since I was scared that I would hurt her.

And she was tight, yes. But she was also wet. Very, very wet.

Meaning, I didn’t go anywhere near as slow as I probably should have, because I could feel her warm tightness starting to surround me, and it was making me momentarily lose my fucking mind.

“Sweet baby Jesus,” she panted as she lifted her hips. “Fuck me.”

The move pushed me just a little bit farther inside of her, and my control snapped.

My brain warred with my instincts.