was on top of her, his enormous frame pushing down into her frail body. They were kissing hard, eager to feel every part of one another's body.
"I can't stop myself. I gotta have you." He grabbed hold of her breasts and sucked on her nipples.
"I want you so much," Brandy opened her legs wide to reveal the moistness between her legs.
He pushed himself inside her roughly and listened to her scream. Pressing his hand over her mouth, he spoke gruffly.
"We can't let the baby hear us," he grunted, as he pushed into her over and over again.
She bit into his hand, but he relished the pain as a welcomed distraction from ejaculating too soon. But, it wasn't long until he couldn't hold it much longer.
"I'm coming," he whispered. "Oh fuck!"
And, his legs began to shake as he reached climax, every muscle in his body convulsed with the ecstasy of orgasm.
After he was spent, he lay by her side and kissed her cheek. Holding her close, he looked into her eyes.
“You're so beautiful. I'm sorry for everything.”
“I'm sorry too,” she kissed him. "But, I've got to ask you something?"
"Anything," he smiled.
"Can we do it again?”
The End
Gage
*****
Gage
I was so drunk that I didn't even know his last hit had been a good one until I tasted the blood in my mouth. I grinned at him and spat the coppery liquid onto the parking lot pavement, squaring up for another round.
"You just don't quit," he snarled.
I just kept grinning, which must have really thrown him off because his next hit was sloppy as heck. I ducked it easily, slamming a fist into his gut with a force that I'm sure he didn't expect from the guy who had been drunk enough to hit on his girl.
Little did he know that I didn't have to be intoxicated at all to seduce another man's woman. If she was hot, she was fair game. Plus, she was free to make up her own mind about the damn thing; equality, and all that.
I was disappointed when my opponent keeled over and put a hand up in surrender; so was the crowd.
I spat again, and then pulled up my t-shirt to wipe my face on it. A girl in the crowd whistled, and I looked up at her; blonde, perky, and legs for days. It looked like that fight hadn't been a disappointment after all.
*****
"Matthews," Sergeant Buchanan said lowly. "That's the third fight you've gotten in this week."
"That's a new record," I remarked smugly.
After pulling me into his office at an unholy time in the morning, I suspected Buchanan was ready to blow a fuse. Having never seen him actually lose it, I was curious to see how that played out.
"Dang it, Matthews!"
Oh, I was very, very close.
Much to my dismay, he took a moment to compose himself. He put his face in his hands, and then ran his fingers through his close-cropped gray hair.
"Gage," he said.
Oh no — his tone was almost gentle now.
"I know that you've been through a lot recently."
"This isn't about that," I protested.
Buchanan looked up and fixed me with a grim smile. "Sure it isn't."
I rolled my eyes and leaned back in my chair. Better let the old man say what he pulled me in here to say.
"I want you to take some time off," he said.
That hadn't been what I was expecting.
"Time off?" I looked at him like he'd just told me that the force was taking up knitting as a training exercise. "I don't need any time off. I don't want any time off."
Buchanan sighed. "That's the problem, Gage. Most guys, after —" I shot him a glare before he could say the words. "Uh... going through what you went through, they take a little time. You hopped right back in with both feet."
"Because I'm a good soldier."
"Because you're too good a soldier."
"That doesn't make any sense."
"You're so good a soldier that you brought the fight with you all the way back to the U.S. of A, Gage," he said. "I need you to take some time and get some perspective. Maybe... talk to someone about what happened."
I bristled and straightened in my chair.
"I'm fine," I growled. "I just
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