No Man Left Behind: A Veteran Inspired Charity Anthology by Elizabeth Knox (story books for 5 year olds .TXT) 📗

to touch my face; the next, I have her straddling my lap and I’m gripping her ass cheeks like my life depends on them.

Standing up, it’s my turn to startle Duckie but he races to get inside before I kick the door shut.

“Lucy, Lucy, wait.” My breath is ragged as I break off our kiss. “Baby, I want you so fucking bad but this is all I can give you. Today, tomorrow, however fucking many times I get to bury myself in you until I leave. I’m not able to give you anything, promise you anything, because I need to get my shit together before I’ll be any good for anyone.”

“Deal,” she whispers, gently kissing my neck as she moves her lips back up to my face.

“Baby, deal? Really, you can’t let me in here,” I demand, pressing the pad of my finger into her chest above where her heart would be until I can’t withstand the draw of cupping her full breast. “I don’t want to hurt anyone, especially you. No matter how badly I want this, you gotta understand I don’t have it in me to be responsible for another person right now.”

No matter what I’m saying, I’m still walking toward my bedroom; desperate that she wants me as badly as I want her.

“Then fuck me until we both feel a little better,” Lucy says, pressing her lips against mine again. “I’m only going to hold you responsible for making me come. Today, tomorrow, and maybe a few more times until you leave; deal?”

“Deal.” I seal our stupid-ass pact with a rough kiss before I lean over to the nightstand to reach for the condoms I bought the other day.

Lucy leans back and reaches up her sleeve, pulling her bra strap down.

“Oh, no, none of that crap. I want full access to your tits,” I nearly growl and her jaw drops. “Seriously, I’ve been fantasizing about them for weeks now; don’t be shy with me.”

“Owen, I . . .” she starts, and I can tell she’s nervous so I lean forward and pull her back to me for a kiss.

“I’m gonna touch, kiss, and lick every inch of you within the next twelve hours, so pull your shirt off and let me get to it,” I demand.

Lucy’s jaw drops open and I wink at her to get her back on the same page. In a flash her shirt is off and as soon as she slips her shorts down, I bend over her, spreading her thighs to get a good angle on her clit. Flicking that with my tongue gets an immediate groan from her.

Nice to know I’m on the right track.

“Owen!” Lucy squeaks when I slide a finger inside her, still working her little nub with my tongue.

“Busy down here,” I say, turning to grin back at her.

That earns me a smack on my shoulder.

“Fuck. Me. Now.” Lucy bites out each word. “I need you inside of me.”

“Roll over,” I tell her and she does so without question. I shuck my jeans and roll the condom down my tumescent cock as fast as I can, smiling when I turn back to see her supple ass facing me. “I need to fuck you hard. I know I should be gen . . .”

Lucy juts her ass back against me and even through the rubber, the moment the tip of my cock feels the heat coming from her pussy, the most primal part of me takes over.

Slamming my full length into her, Lucy doesn’t call out like I fear; instead, she spreads her legs further apart, moaning for more.

Pumping into her, I keep one hand on her shoulder but slide the other one around to massage her breast. I know I should focus on her needs but I’ve never experienced anything like her pussy; her velvet heat squeezes my dick perfectly and I need more.

As I pull my hand back to smack her ass—solely out of appreciation—I remember that’s she’s already survived abuse at one man’s hands, and I don’t want to ruin our time together. That thought gives me pause and I pull out of her long enough to get her to rollover.

“What’s wrong?” Lucy’s unable to keep the look of disappointment off of her face.

“Nothing, I want you to ride me, babe,” I whisper, kissing her softly even as she sharply inhales.

“No. Nope. Uh-huh.” She shakes her head repeatedly and rather than argue with her, I slide my hands around to grab her ass—pulling her onto my dick. Lucy doesn’t give an inch and we stay on our sides. “Please, Owen?”

Sighing, I lean in her direction, giving in and start to fuck her missionary, at least until she slides her legs up to my shoulders. “That how you want it?”

Deeply kissing her, I slowly move my hands up her legs, ignoring how she rocks herself up and down my cock, obviously getting frustrated. Gripping her ankles, I spread her legs apart and right before I’m about to double check that she’s alright, Lucy gives me a big, saucy wink.

The brutal thrusting I deliver more than does it for her if her response tells me anything. Lying panting on top of her long moments later, I lack the words to tell her how badly I needed her. What she’s given me. Instead, I simply kiss her.

“I never would have imagined you like it rough,” I say, trying to keep from yawning sometime later.

“I always thought I would but never knew how to ask for it,” she replies after a bit. Just when she’s about to say more, Duckie starts whining at the bedroom door and she giggles instead. “I’ll get going.”

“What? No,” I bark out, even though I sit up to grab my shorts and find a shirt for Lucy. “I mean I’d like you to stay.”

I toss her the shirt and pull the door open before covering myself. Duckie rushes past me and jumps into the bed, curling up to Lucy.

“Owen, neither of us are in the