“Of course I am, princess,” I grit out, pumping, pumping, reveling in the incredible tightness of my future wife. “I’m a fucking SEAL.”
Lula climaxes with a shaky sob, shocking the hell out of me. Making me roar into her neck with male pride. I’m not sure what I said to give her such a quick orgasm, but I’m grateful as hell. To feel that rippling contraction, the spasming of her spread thighs, the drip of her moisture onto my balls. The innocent face I fell in love with on sight is flushed and rosy, her eyes glazed over, her tits no longer contained inside her shirt, more than halfway out of her bra. They jiggle with every upward fuck of my hips, the sight of her big nipples pushing me to the breaking point.
“Say it. Say you’ll be with me forever,” I groan raggedly, kissing her, our mouths hot and urgent. “Say the words and I’ll give you Daddy’s milk.”
“I want to be with you forever,” she whispers, her eyes sparkling.
My heart goes wild in my chest, making me short of breath. Making my blood swim with pure joy. The tide is rising faster now that I’ve been given the ultimate gift. Now that she’s admitted out loud that I’m her man. I’ve claimed my female. Mine. Mine. Mine.
I try to be gentle, but she’s made me into an animal and I can’t stop myself from slamming her up against the wall of the bar and going for broke, my dick hammering up into her dripping little pussy, her cries filling my ears.
“Daddy,” she whines, clawing my shoulders, my back, her knees digging into my sides—and it’s her enjoyment of my brutal fuck that gets me off. Knew it the second I saw her that she could take it. That she would love my lethal soldier’s nature coming out to play, holding nothing back. And here’s my proof. The fact that my violent thrusts push her into another orgasm at the same time as mine, that tight channel closing up around me like a vise, drawing out my seed like cannon fire.
“Lula.” I rail her against the wall, driving upward several more times, fast and hard, then I hold deep, shoving her knees open and pinning her with my hips. “Look at it. Watch my seed coming up.” She does what I ask, moaning at the sight of my cock’s base flexing, flexing, rippling with the emerging semen. “Going right where it belongs, isn’t it, princess? Right into to that fertile fucking pussy. God yes. Right into the woman I love.”
Lula gasps, her eyes flying to mine.
I didn’t mean to make the confession like this, behind a bar while I’m in the throes of a climax, but it’s the truth that’s written on my soul, so I let her look into my eyes. Let her see how much I mean it. “I love you, Lula.”
“I love you, too,” she breathes unevenly, throwing her arms around my neck.
Did she really just say that?
Oh God. This is real. I’m home. I’m finally home.
Those four words out of her mouth set off another round of spurts and I have to grind her into the wall to set those final drops free, bucking and grunting until we are both fully sated and I’m holding my stepsister as close as possible, breathing her in, the love I have for her threatening to swallow me whole. Maybe it already has.
I’ve pushed our luck taking her behind the bar. The last thing I want is her to be pictured in a compromising position. I’ll protect her at all costs for the rest of my life. The need to do that has my chest in a cage. So I fix her clothing and mine, taking her hand and walking her to the car. I’m barely able to take my eyes off her the whole ride home. As soon as we’re upstairs in the house, I’m going to walk straight through that adjoining bathroom and take her again, slower this time. Going to eat that pussy like a man at his final meal.
My intentions show on my face, too. I assume so, since she can’t stop blushing, making my cock even harder. Even more eager to get upstairs and fuck. We only have a matter of hours before those pictures of us together at the bar start circulating, but honestly, it’s the last thing on my mind. I just want to forget about the outside world and lose myself in this girl every day for the rest of my life. I don’t want to think about anything else.
Tomorrow morning will be soon enough to deal with fallout. We’ll have to speak to our parents and that discussion isn’t going to be easy, but I’ll shield Lula. I’ll protect her from unfounded criticism and outside forces, because that’s my job now and I crave it.