Jerry stood up from the bed, making sure Gypsy was looking at him fully. He saw the look in her eyes when it finally clicked that he still had his sleep pants on. “You still have clothes on,” Gypsy said confused.

“Yeah, I’m still learning how to be comfortable without them again.”

“But why? You’re fucking hot. Any woman would spread their legs for a guy like you,” Gypsy said with a slight tinge of jealousy over that thought.

“Before my last mission went FUBAR, yes, women would beg to be on the end of a Navy SEAL dick. But now, they look at me in horror and disgust,” Jerry said with a little disgust in his voice.

“Bullshit, stop lying,” Gypsy fired back at Jerry.

Jerry looked at her and pulled his sleep pants down, letting them fall to the bedroom floor. Jerry heard Gypsy gasp when it finally sunk in what he had been talking about. Jerry knew exactly what she was seeing. Although he was tall, muscular, had a six-pack stomach, and tattoos, that was all the world saw if he was naked from the waste up. It’s when they got a look at him from the waist down that things changed. It didn’t matter anymore that he was well endowed and thick - women loved that about his dick - it was beyond the dick these days. The last girl he tried to have sex with three years ago cringed when he came near her after he had shed his jeans.

Jerry bent down to pull up his sleep pants when he felt Gypsy’s hands stop him.

“Stop,” she said softly as she pulled on his hands to bring him over to the bed, making him walk awkward. Jerry sat down next to her, jumping when she moved to straddle his hips.

“Gypsy, what are you doing?”

“Who the fuck cares about your leg, Jerry Davidson. You seriously thought that my gasp or my holy shit was because of your injury?” Gypsy demanded with anger in her voice.

“You wouldn’t be the first person.” Jerry tried to move her off his lap, which wasn’t a good idea. Her movement put her pussy right on his hard as fuck dick. “Fuck Gypsy, don’t torture me.”

Jerry felt Gypsy move her hips slightly, teasing him and driving him crazy. He growled as he gripped her hips to stop her movement. “Don’t start something you won’t finish.”

* * *

Gypsy looked into his eyes and saw his pain and fear of rejection that he was trying so hard to hide. When Jerry had dropped his sleep pants, she had been shocked at the size of his cock. She’d never in her life been with someone that large. All the johns were average to tiny. The other sex slaves she was held captive with used to mutter that the men had small dick issues as the reason why the men would pay Aleski to fuck little girls. How else could they feel like “big boys”?

It wasn’t until Jerry moved to pull up his sleep pants that she saw the reason for his response. Jerry had scars and mangled skin on his left thigh and leg going down to his knee. At his knee, she noticed a cloth like glove covering the knee cap, then realized looking lower that Jerry had a prosthetic leg. Looking back, she never knew he had one. She had noticed a slight limp, but it wasn’t profound. She just assumed he was still trying to break in his boots. Prosthetic leg or not, she didn’t care; she just wanted Jerry.

Gypsy moved her hands from his arms to his shoulder on toward his neck then entangled her fingers into his close-cut hair. Gripping his hair, she leaned in to mold her lips onto his, teasing and nipping, trying to build his fire to an inferno like he created in her.

Gypsy felt his hands tighten up on her hips as their kiss became hotter and more passionate. Gypsy started moving her hips back and forth, seeking his heat into hers, begging without words for him to take her.

Unable to stand it anymore, she broke the kiss looking into his eyes as she reached between them. Gypsy wrapped her hand around his hard as steel cock, giving him two strokes, seeing the fire ignite in his eyes, she pushed up onto her knees against his hands and guided him to her pussy lips.

Keeping her eyes on his as best as she could, she lowered herself ever so slowly, adjusting to his girth. Once she had all of him inside of her, as deep as she could take him, she slowly started to move her hips, up, down, in circles, and grinding herself down on his hard cock.

“What the fuck are you doing to me, Gypsy?” Jerry croaked around the pleasure he was feeling.

“I should be asking you that. Fuck Jerry, you feel so good inside me,” Gypsy said breathlessly.

Jerry gripped her hips tighter, rocking up into her as she came down. “I’m trying to take this slow for your sake, Gypsy, but fuck, you’re making it hard not to roll you onto your back and pound your pussy right now.”

Gypsy sped up her movements as she leaned her forehead on to his, breathing hard. She leaned back after placing a quick kiss on his lips, bracing her hands behind her on his thighs, feeling even more stuffed. Gypsy groaned from the full feeling, holding his gaze. Jerry removed one hand from her hips to try and move her hand off the knee connected to his prosthetic when she gripped his hand refusing to move her hand from his bad leg.

“No Jerry, you won’t let me hide, I’m not letting you do it, either. I want you, all of you - good and bad, holy fucking hot, and scarred you. All of you,” Gypsy half growled.

Jerry gripped her hips with both hands again setting a punishing pace, thrusting up as she came down. He tried to let her have control, yet fought with his inner Alpha to take control and claim her. Neither Jerry nor Gypsy broke eye contact, even when their combined orgasm crashed into them full force.

Gypsy leaned her forehead on Jerry’s shoulder, still shivering from the aftermath of her first-ever orgasm. She was so zoned out that she didn’t feel Jerry shift to lay her on the bed until he pulled away. “Oh shit, I’m sorry, I forgot that I was in your room. I’ll leave now so that you can rest,” Gypsy said getting up from the bed.

“Lie down, Gypsy. I’m not leaving you or moving to have you leave. I was just fixing the bed for us to lie down in,” Jerry ordered her.

“Oh okay,” Gypsy said with a smile. She noticed he was getting into bed with his prosthetic still on. “Do you always sleep with it on?”

“No,” Jerry said softly.

“Then why are you now? Is it because I’m here?” When Jerry didn’t answer, Gypsy got up and looked into Jerry’s eyes with heated anger. “Damn it, Jerry take it off. Stop hiding who you are. Just because part of your leg is missing, doesn’t mean shit to me. You’re fucking hot to me. Now take the damn thing off so it doesn’t cause you issues while we are sleeping. Jesus Christ on a chopstick. Dumbass men, I swear,” Gypsy started mumbling as she crossed her arms, refusing to budge.

Jerry smirked as he went through his routine of removing his prosthetic leg and brace. She saw Jerry pick up a bottle of coconut and shea butter lotion and took it from him. She smirked at the look of surprise on his face when she put some lotion on her hand and started to massage his leg where his brace and prosthetic had been. When she felt she’d massaged his leg well enough several minutes later, she laid down and curled into him, loving the feel of his arms around her as she laid her head on his chest, loving the sound of his heart beating.

“What happened to cause your injury? Are you allowed to talk about it?” Gypsy whispered.

“I can’t tell you what or where we were since it is classified. But we were in this village looking for our target. One minute everything was quiet and the next all hell broke loose.” Jerry shifted under the weight of the memories rushing back.

Gypsy could hear the change in his heart rate when he was talking about what happened to him. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable and bring up bad memories.

Jerry kissed her head and started running his hand up and down her back. “I’m good, Gyps.” Jerry took a deep breath before continuing his story. “What we didn’t know at the time was that there was a leak in our intel. One of the natives was working for a terrorist group to get inside information. The target knew we were coming and we walked right into an ambush. Thank God for our training, otherwise we’d all be dead. We managed to make a call out on our com phones when we realized how fucked we truly were. We lost a team member and another team member besides myself was seriously injured. They had a rocket launcher and fired it into the building we had managed to take refuge in until helped arrived. I lost my leg while the other SEAL lost an arm and an eye from the explosion.” Jerry sighed deeply.

“I’m sorry. I know it may not mean much, but I’m glad you’re here and that you’re the one protecting me.” Gypsy smiled into Jerry’s chest as she placed a small kiss over his heart.

“You still want me protecting you even now that you know I have half a leg missing?” Jerry asked quietly.

“You and only you. No one else is better. At the risk of hating myself, why did you think it would matter if I knew about or saw your leg?”

“Gyps –” Jerry started.

“Spill it, Ernie,” Gypsy demanded.

Jerry sighed. “After several long months in and out of the hospital and rehab, I fell into a funk. A SEAL friend of mine came to the apartment one night and dragged me out to a local bar we always went to together. These frog hoppers, as they are normally called, came over to our table and started flirting with us as per usual. One thing led to another, I wound up going to her place to have sex. Things had gotten hot and heavy...” Jerry trailed off, getting quiet.

“As much as I hate to hear that you had sex with another woman, tell me the rest,” Gypsy said softly kissing Jerry’s chest again, over his heart. It was fast becoming her favorite spot.

“Hell Bert, if I had been a virgin, I highly doubt I could have rocked your world like I did a few minutes ago,” Jerry said with a chuckle as he lightly smacked her on her ass.

“Smartass. Finish your story. You got hot and heavy with the slut…”

“Well, it got hot and heavy until I dropped trou.” Jerry stiffened a little at the memory until Gypsy leaned up and kissed his neck and started rubbing her hand on his chest in a soothing motion. “She looked at me in disgust and accused me of false advertisement and literally gagged.”

“Wait, this bitch said false advertisement? How in the ever living fuck is this body false advertisement? Seriously Jerry, did you still have your chonies on? Cuz that bitch would have literally drooled at the site of how fucking huge your dick is,” Gypsy said in anger for Jerry’s hurt. “I’d love to hunt that twatscicle down and beat her ass for that shit.”

Jerry let out a full belly laugh at Gypsy’s comments then rolled her to her back. Gypsy looked up into his eyes and smiled. “God, you’re good for my ego, Gyps.” He leaned in and kissed Gypsy on her lips. “After that night, I just didn’t try again. Porn and my hand became by best friend. I didn’t even need to try because word spread fast among the women that I was a hideous monster below the waist. So the majority of the women in the bars stayed away from our table if I went out with the guys. Eventually, if one of the guys wanted to get laid, I wasn’t asked to join for beers. One of the guys who didn’t give a shit about what the ladies did if I was there reached out to Hank. He flew out and met up with us and pushed me into seeing the head shrink and to finish rehab, making sure I got a better prosthetic - the one I have now - and gave me a reason to go on. So here I am.” Jerry sighed deeply at the end.

“This may sound wrong, but I’m glad they fucked up so you could be here,” Gypsy said softly.

Jerry leaned down and kissed Gypsy passionately. “God help me, I want you again already. What the hell are you doing to me?”

Gypsy pulled Jerry’s head back down to kiss him as she slid her leg up to his waist, using her foot to rub against his bad side. “Then take me, Ernie. Don’t hold back,” she whispered in his ear.

For the rest of the night, into the early morning, Jerry and Gypsy made mad passionate love. Gypsy learned what it was like to have a man worship her body and her mind. They both had intended to leave their hearts out of it, but fate was going to have the last laugh.