Free My Special Forces Boyfriend Trilogy by Tiffany Madison Page B

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    As Alex kissed my neck, I brought my hands to his arms, moving them up toward his shoulders and feeling his massive muscles underneath my fingertips. Each muscle was perfectly toned and rock hard. He was the only person I had ever seen in real life that was in that kind of shape. It was hard to believe that he was the same person I grew up with.
    Alex moved his lips across my chest and kissed the top of my cleavage. Then he brought his hand to the bottom of my shirt and quickly pulled it up over my breasts, exposing them to the air.
    “No bra?” he asked, smiling.
    Then, before I could respond, Alex brought his mouth to one of my nipples, flicking his tongue over it quickly.
    “Fuck yes,” I whispered.
    He lapped at the firm pink flesh and then removed his mouth, my nipple shining bright from his saliva. He then immediately brought his tongue to my other one, giving it equal attention.
    Pleasure washed over me as Alex sucked on my tits, while at the same time grinding the bulge in his crotch against my flower. With each buck of his hips, I began to crave his cock with more intensity, until I knew that there was no turning back. I had to have it and I had to have it right then.
    “Fuck, Alex,” I said. “Fuck me. Fuck me like you were supposed to all those years ago. Right here in your old bed.”
    Alex growled, his mouth still over my breasts. Then he slowly pulled his face away, creating a wet kissing noise. My nipple stood fully erect, pointing directly in the air.
    “I’ve thought about that day a million times,” he said. “How did I ever say “no”?
    As he spoke, he pushed up off of the bed and stood at my feet. He then pulled his shirt over his head. I noticed a few small scars on his stomach that I hadn’t noticed before.
    “What are those from?” I asked.
    “Oh, that?” he asked, nonchalantly pointing at the scars. “Just a flesh wound. Nothing to worry about.”
    Then he tossed his shirt on the dresser behind him. It landed on a stack of old yearbooks that were piled neatly and organized by the year. A smile crossed my face as I pushed myself up further on the bed, grabbing one of his pillows and placing it underneath my head. I relaxed and watched as Alex unbuckled the belt that was holding his jeans up. Then he pulled them to the ground, along with his underwear, releasing his firm dick.
    The instant I saw it, a moist heat presented itself in my crotch and my pussy began to throb.
    Oh, God...he’s so perfect.
    Alex gently stroked his shaft between his thumb and forefinger while he stood at the edge of the bed. I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed him inside of me. So I quickly unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down, kicking them off of my feet. My panties were still on, but when I went to grab the waist strap to pull them off, Alex stopped me.
    “Wait,” he said. “Keep them on.”
    I cocked my head to the side.
    “Really?” I asked.
    Alex nodded his head and then crawled on the bed, spreading my knees apart with both hands. Then he slipped two of his fingers underneath the front of my panties, pulling them to the side and revealing my shining flower.
    “I like them on you,” he said, as he ducked down.
    His face disappeared from view, hidden behind my breasts as I laid on my back. Within a second, Alex dove in, his tongue flicking my clit with the same ferocity that he had pleasured my nipples with.
    “Fuck yes,” I said, as I brought my hands to my breasts, squeezing them softly.
    Alex moaned into my pussy, and then increased his pace, moving his tongue up and down my pink folds and then focusing on my clit for a moment.
    Waves of ecstasy began to course through me and I felt as my pussy pumped its juices out onto his tongue, the wet noise coming from my crotch increasing significantly in volume.
    I lifted my legs and draped them over Alex’s shoulders. Then I started to buck my hips forward, dragging my flower over his mouth, increasing the