Alpha Billionaire Taboo Prison Break: A Contemporary Romance (12 page)

“Bad little
girl!” Patton growled.

He flipped
me over and lay me across his lap, then spanked me hard. I screamed when I felt
the slap of his open hand on my bare, reddening ass. He spanked me again. It
hurt so badly, but I wanted more.

“Punish me,
Daddy,” I moaned. “Oh, god, yes. Thank you, Daddy! Thank you!”

My skin
smarted from the welts Daddy’s hand left on my backside. He lifted my ass up to
his face and kissed the red marks, squeezing handfuls.

“God,
you’ve got a hot little ass,” he said. “Hell, everything about you is sexy. I
can’t wait to fuck that tight little pussy of yours.”

Daddy
rolled me onto my back again and spread my legs wide open. He rubbed the
engorged tip of his cock up and down across the lips of my pussy, wetting himself
with my dampness.

“I’ve
wanted this for a long time,” he smirked.

“Me too,” I
said. “Forever.”

He worked
the tip of his cock through my outer folds, pushing, pushing. It didn’t fit.

“Fuck,
you’re tight,” he said.

A panicked
thought suddenly raced through my mind. What if it didn’t fit? What if he tore
me in half with that mighty cock of his?

“Please be
gentle,” I cried. “This is my first time.”

Patton
stopped. He stood up straight, no longer trying to force himself inside me.
“Really?” he asked. “You’re a virgin?”

“Yes, sir,”
I said. “I’ve been saving myself for the right man.”

“Fuck,
Evie
,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “You
should have told me that. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.”

He still
didn’t get it. All this time, and my stepfather still didn’t know that he was
the only man for me. I reached for him with both arms and grabbed his tight
butt, then pulled him on top of me. He landed with all of his weight pressed
against my body, pinning me to his bed. Holding onto my ankles he spread my
legs so wide I thought I was going to split open. I screamed when he shoved
himself inside of me, impaling me on his colossal dick.

The pain
was unbelievable. The bedroom was spinning, and my vision blurred. Oh, god, it
hurt. After the violence of his initial plunge between my legs Patton’s
movements slowed to a gentle rhythm as he pushed deeper and deeper, in and out,
in and out. My pussy had never felt like this. Soon the pain began to diminish.
Then it went away, replaced by the delicious friction of Patton’s thickness
filling me with every inch of his manhood.

I moaned as
Patton pushed deeper inside of me than I ever thought possible. Salty beads of
moisture were gathering on his forehead and dripping onto my tits, mingling
with my own sweat.

He picked
up his pace, thrusting deeper. His cock was a piston ramming me again and
again. I could feel it coming—my third orgasm.

“Harder,
Daddy, harder,” I begged.
 
“Please
don’t stop.”

Then a
deliciously wicked thought crossed my mind. I wasn’t using birth control.
Patton was fucking my brains out, and I was totally unprotected. What if my own
dad got me pregnant? What if he put a little baby in my belly? The brave
soldier was leaving soon to go back to war, anyway. The least he could do was
make a mommy out of me—to give me proof of our love for each other.

“Oh,
Daddy,” I purred. “Oh, Daddy, I want you to come inside me.”

“What?” he
growled, his rhythm
slowing.

“Come
inside me,” I said.

“That’s
crazy,” he huffed. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“Yes, I do.
Please, give this to me. If you have to go away, leave some of yourself inside
of me.”

Fierceness
gleamed in Daddy’s eyes. He thrust harder and deeper, unbearably deeper,
faster, his rock-hard cock stretching me beyond belief. My pussy was pulsing
and contracting, massaging Daddy’s thickness. He growled and thrust again, and
then he exploded. Hot, sticky cum painted the walls of my pussy. Daddy thrust
once more, and I felt more of his seed spraying my insides as we climaxed
together.

Daddy let
his cock linger inside of me, his heavy body resting on mine. Then he pulled
out and I felt the sticky warmth of his
jism
running
down my thigh. I hoped some of that cum had found its home deeper inside me,
achieving what nature intended for a man and woman.

Rolling
onto his side, Daddy wrapped his arms around me, his naked body spooning mine.
I was exhausted but happy, too, as I felt his heart beat against my back.

“I never
knew how badly I needed that,” he said. “You are incredible. You know that,
right?”

“It’s
true,” I grinned.

Daddy
playfully smacked my butt.

“Bad
Daddy!” I scolded. “You don’t mind that, do you? That I keep calling you
Daddy?”

He thought
for a second. “It felt weird at first, but honestly I get really turned on
every time I hear you say it,” he said. To my surprise, I felt his manhood
hardening again. What had it been? Like two minutes? I thought men needed more
time to recharge.

I shifted
my butt, and he entered me from behind. We made love again,
me
and my Daddy,
this time more sweetly than before. He was slow and
gentle, his movements flowing in a smooth and steady rhythm that swept me up
and didn’t let me go. I closed my eyes and sighed with contentment. I had never
experienced this level of intimacy with anyone in my life. Daddy might have
fucked me before, but now? This had to be the reason people call it “making
love.”

VIII.

“I can’t
believe you’re leaving already. How could you do this to me? To us?”

Patton was
standing across from me in the kitchen. My body was shaking uncontrollably. I
felt like throwing something, or breaking something, maybe even hurting myself.
Patton and I had professed our love for each other, and we had spent the next
week reaffirming that love, several times a day, as a matter of fact. But in the
end, it meant nothing to him. He was going back to that stupid war, to that
stupid mission. Despite his assurances, he really couldn’t promise whether I
would ever see him again.

Patton
would probably end up as one more casualty in the so-called fight for freedom.
His body would be shipped home in a flag-draped casket, and some preacher would
ramble mindlessly about sacrifice and supporting the troops. When it was over
and everyone had gone back to
their
own families, I’d
still be an orphan.
An orphan and a widow of our secret love.

Patton
grabbed my shoulders. His fingers dug into my skin. He was practically shaking
me. “You can’t think like that,” he pleaded. “I need you to be strong for me.”

“I’m just
so scared,” I sobbed. “Please don’t go.”

“I told you,
this is something I have to do. Someday I hope you understand.” I searched his
blue eyes, trying to understand. “This is bigger than you or me,
Evie
. I love you, but this mission is not up for debate. It
just isn’t.”

I slumped
into Patton’s arms, giving myself over to fear and grief. He held me for a long
time, not saying a word.

Then he was
gone.

We
Skyped
the day he landed in Iraq. A few days after that, he
sent me a short message letting me know he would be incommunicado until further
notice. He told me not to worry. But that was impossible. I quit my job at the
library and stayed home watching the news and reading unreliable news on the
Internet, hoping for any sign that Patton was safe.

The days
turned into weeks. I was so preoccupied, I didn’t even notice at first.

I was late.

To find out
what happens next to
Evie
and Patton, continue
reading
My Forbidden Military Man
at
www.amazon.com/dp/B00YQCQH46

Copyright 2015, Veronica Vaughn. All rights
reserved.

This is a work of fiction. All characters are 18
or older. No characters are related by blood. Any resemblance to real people or
events is entirely coincidental.

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