Bound & SEAL'D: A Bad Boy Navy SEAL Romance by Kara Hart

her hair back and her jaw goes upright as I kiss her deeply. Her hands reach behind her body and move toward my belt buckle and my zipper. Both come off and I find myself firm against her. She moans as I rub against the fabric of her panties.
    Slowly but surely, those come off too. She lets them hang around her ankles. “Dirty girl,” I moan, kissing her neck.
    “Fuck me, sir.” She spreads those gorgeous cheeks of hers and I don’t even need to spit down. She’s so wet that she’s practically dripping. Her thighs are even moist. I kiss her back and thrust inside her.
    “Jesus, you’re so tight,” I say, but she’s perfect. The way she wraps around my cock is more than anything I could’ve dreamed of. It doesn’t take long before she’s gyrating against me, pleasuring herself with my thick cock. I tell her “It’s yours to use, baby doll.” And she knows it. She’s taking control, pounding her pussy around my girth.
    That’s when the books start falling all around us. They fall and hit the floor, falling as open as she is. Her hand goes from holding the bookshelf to falling on my abs. It trails down to my pelvic bone, down to my prosthetic leg. I look down, still thrusting hard, and I feel her grow wetter around my rigid flesh. That’s when I know she’s open to me. She’s not like the rest of them.
    We fall to the floor, on our side, pressing up against each other. Her legs are closed together and, like a flower, I’m forcing open each petal and exploring new territory. We become one like this, between the strained rhythms of our lust and the tight flesh of our bodies. I put a damp finger against her clit and move it around and around, until her mouth falls wide open. My cock moves with pneumatic speed, thrusting inside her and sliding against her g-spot.
    She moans “I’m cumming, Colt.” The tone of her voice is erratic, like she just witnessed the return of Jesus Christ or something much bigger. The way she says my name brings goose bumps to my body and I realize I’m about to cum too. “Cum inside me. I’m on the pill,” she says, and I practically lose it.
    I feel her tremble and her pussy wraps solid around my cock, tightening and closing, begging for my cum. I feel that click between my legs and the pulse of my orgasm sends waves throughout my body. She’s screaming wildly, mouth open and round, juices spilling around my balls. I pump and I pump, and I pump, until my seed is spilling inside her. I thrust one more time, as deep as I can go and bite at her shoulders. Then we both fall back and lay in our sweat and cum.
    I kiss her stomach and groan. “Who are you, Lena Skye? What factory were you made in?”
    She laughs and rolls over, placing her hands and head on my chest. “Just another girl, made in heaven,” she says, completely out of breath.
    The sun through the window is fading and the birds are chirping wildly. There’s not much time left, that much I know. Soon she’ll be going back home to her sister and I, well, I would be falling asleep alone. Fuck it. At least I get to experience this. I can now die a happy man.
    As we lay there, the day turning to dusk, I ask her “You don’t think I’m some maniac anymore?”
    “I never thought you were a maniac. I just thought you were kind of a jock,” she laughs despite my frown.
    “I’ve never played sports in my life. Well, I’ve never been in a league anyway,” I let her know. A jock? Where did people get all these expectations from?
    “Really? Never? I was in softball when I was a little girl. My dad signed me up, right before he skipped town. He never saw a game.” The words are out and suddenly I get why she’s still here. She doesn’t know how much of a diamond she really is. She ought to be royalty, like a queen or a princess. Instead, she got some shit end of the stick and never left this small town.
    “Nah. I basically didn’t have parents growing up. I mean, they were there, but they didn’t exactly raise