Cry Baby

 

He lost whatever thoughts he’d had about taking Tiffany to bed, for just this moment, and moving on with his life. Tiffany Cannon, SIS Agent, and the sexiest woman he’d met in his existence, just hooked a SEAL, and he wouldn’t let her go. Her smooth skin slid across his and he swore he’d never touched anything so soft. His cock thickened and his head was fuzzy, but he had enough presence of mind to kick off his pants.

Aye, Dios mio y la Virgen María, he thought, as his bare cock met her hot pussy. Suit up, Sailor, he cautioned himself and reach passed their groping bodies to this nightstand drawer. She bit his lip and raked her nails down is sides as he searched for a condom and cursed every star in the sky before his fingers closed around a foil packet.

“Get inside me, James. Fuck me.”

“Feisty little thing,” his whispered against her lips.

“I know what I want,” she said and gripped his cock. “And this is it.”

He chuckled, low in his throat, and slipped the condom on his aching length. “No playing nice?”

Her eyes widened as he gripped the insides of her knees and forced her legs up and out. She shook her head instead of answering. Just as well, he wanted to hear her scream. He angled his hips, and sucked in air at the first wet touch of her cunt around him, then all bets were off. He slammed into her, with one sure thrust, and claimed every inch. She gripped him tight, her walls rippling around his girth.

“Let me in, all the way,” he crooned.

When he circled his hips, she whimpered. “Big. Dammit, you’re big.”

“But you like it, don’t you? You like all that cock inside of you.”

He shacked her throat and squeezed his fingers just enough to put pressure on her airways. Her pussy clenched further and he groaned. Cry Baby was a SEAL, he’d lived a virile life, where women threw themselves at him. A man in the military meant security and structure, and a SEAL? Well in California that was bragging rights and a chance at an exotic lifestyle. They didn’t understand the stress, the way of life, or the fact that he might be gone most of the time. They couldn’t understand the nightmares or the darkness rolling through him.

And an added issue for Cry Baby? They didn’t understand why he cried, where his name even came from. But Tiffany, bucking beneath him, eyes half-mast, whispering naughty things she wanted him to do, right then, harder, and more, blew all that away. They’d met on the battlefield in the Balkans, returned to the States and had their own skirmish here. Some people may not understand, hell, he barely did, but for him, he figured he’d be just as screwed as Heim was the moment he saw Katya.

Whether he wanted it or now, Tiffany claimed his undivided attention.

“Harder, James. Make it hurt.”

So be it.

He hooked her legs over the insides of his elbows and curled around her. Nearly folded in half, her pussy was wide open and direct line down under him. She’d have to take everything he could give, and she wouldn’t be able to run away. He braced himself on the bed on his palms and slid onto his knees for more leverage. And then he let lose. He pummeled into her, not holding back, and she swallowed everything. Their bodies slapped together, wet sounds filling the room with each thrust.

“Yes!” she screamed, and it urged him on. Her wetness spilled out of her and down his thighs and filled the air with sex.

“Grip the cover above you head, and don’t let go,” he ordered.

She flung her head from side to side, but did as he asked. The movement stretched and forced her back to arch so that her breasts were lifted towards his mouth. They were perfect. The dark nipples stood out stiff and he licked over them both in one swipe. With each thrust they jiggled and he tasted what he could reach. The underside of her breasts tempted him, the velvet texture of her areola teased him, and her nipples the signals with which he realized her pleasure. She turned his body into a live wire, and each shaft of pleasure raced through him and vibrated with intensity.

He needed to get closer.

He wrapped his arms around her and jerked her to him as he buried his face between her breasts. Once she was secured, he sat up and let her straddle his hips.

“Feet flat on the bed,” he told her.

“Bossy man, aren’t you?” she asked. Laughter danced in her pleasure filled gaze as she tossed back his earlier words.

He could join her game. “I know what I want,” he told her. “And this is it.”

He gripped her hips to stabilize her and jerked his hips up. The motion forced his cock in deep, and she squeaked.

“Didn’t you want me deep? To do it harder? Your wish is my command.”

He slammed up to her again and her head lolled back. “What are you doing?”

“Right there? Am I hitting that spot?”

“Yes. Oh my god. Oh my god. Please. Please.”

A gush of wetness covered his groin and he looked down to where their bodies connected. Her cunt tightened on him and, as he pushed into her again, liquid sluiced from her core.

“My girl’s a squirter,” he said, in amazement.

His entire world shrank to producing the phenomena again. He watched her pussy swallow his cock as he slid in and out of her. She dug her nails into his shoulders and moaned incoherently, but all of that was just background noise compared to what he wanted to give her.

“Wet me up, baby. Show me how much you like it.”

The blare of his phone ringing made him curse a blue streak.

“Ignore it, don’t stop. Make me come again,” she begged.

And he did, he fucked her and ignored the incessant ringing. He touched her everywhere and felt his balls tighten up with pleasure. Every stroke was a fire to his gut, and he’d never seen anything as beautiful as her coming all over him.

Then his fucking phone rang, again, and this time he recognized the tone.

“Dammit,” he roared.

Tiffany wrapped her legs around his waist like a vice grip and held him inside of her. “Don’t you dare stop.”

“I have to take this,” he told her.

“You stop and I’ll slit your throat.”

“It’s Command,” he told her.

She gave him a sultry smile. “I didn’t say don’t answer your phone. I said don’t stop.”

Cry Baby groaned as he got up from the bed, carrying her with him, and fished out his phone from his fatigue pockets. The crazy woman bucked on his cock the whole time, biting her lips to stifle her moaning.

“Cry Baby here, verifying on a secure line.”

“Nestor Ivanov was found dead in his cell before transport. Your team is requested to come in for briefing and questioning.”

“Questioning?”

“Report, SEAL.”

He tried to make sense of the call, over what he was being told, but Tiffany moved again, and hit a spot that sent him to his knees. He disconnected he call, already calculating how much time he had to get to Command, when she swerved her hips and took him to fucking Wonderland.

As he came, his toes curling and a rough yell filling the room, his mind sparked with the dim knowledge that he might just have lost his shit taking this woman to his bed.