A Ranger's Love: A Military Erotic Romance by Kristin Fletcher Read Free Book Online

dart, as we suck and nibble on each other’s lips.
     
    I am so into the kiss that I don’t even feel Mike move his hand…until he inserts a finger into me. He strokes me, tickling the sweet spot inside of me with his finger. The pleasure of his touch explodes in me. I begin to kiss him frantically. My hips buck, as I moan. As I thrash, Mike increases the speed and power of his strokes until I break the kiss with a gasp.
     
    I grab at Mike’s hand, as I twist and lurch. My body curls up, as unimaginable pleasure batters me. It makes me nearly incoherent, as my orgasm consumes me. I am unable to breathe, as I wrestle with Mike. I continue to grip his hand, trying to make him stop until my orgasm release me. “Stop, stop, stop, stop,” I say, gasping; but, Mike continues to torture me with his finger.
     
    I feel Mike’s finger stop its motion. Although the cessation finally allows me to relax, he continues to hold his finger in me. As soon as I can think again, Mike gives me single stroke. His finger touches me just right and I lunge hard. I grunt, as pleasure explodes in me once more. Mike pauses again, as I pant. Then, he gives me another single stroke; yet again, I groan and jerk, as pleasure roars through me. I’m not having an orgasm, but I might as well be. The intensity of Mike’s touch is so extreme.
     
    I feel Mike withdraw his finger. I almost gasp in relief, but my respite is short lived. He takes my breast into his mouth for a thorough going over. At the same time, his fingers find my button at my womanhood.
     
    As he touches and caresses me, I begin to move and writhe again. I feel Mike’s arm pass under my neck. I am so lost in pleasure, I don’t know what he is doing or why. Nor do I care. I feel his fingers begin to tease the nipple on my other breast, gently caressing it to attention. With one stroke to my womanhood, Mike sends me soaring with pleasure. I whimper through two more mind-numbing orgasms, as he licks, strokes, tickles, and kneads.
     
    After my third orgasm, I can’t take it anymore. “Please, Mike! Please! I want you! Please!”
     
    Mike continues to ravage me for a moment longer. Then, he moves. He positions himself between my legs. As I struggle to catch my breath, Mike moves under my legs. He drapes them across his shoulders. As he enters me, he slides impossibly deep. I moan.
     
    “Hard,” I gasp, wrapping my hands behind his head. “Fuck me hard.”
     
    Mike starts out slow, but he rapidly increases the power of his thrusts. He drives into me hard, fast, and deep. Mike starts out braced up on his hands, but as he pounds into me, he lowers his body and bends me almost in half. I begin to push back against him with my legs. The strain of my push increases my pleasure even more.
     
    Mike leans into me with a fierce face. I relax my push and allow him to settle on me and take my lips for a kiss. It is fantastic, but my legs are too far back to be comfortable. I slip them from his shoulders and wrap them around his waist, locking my ankles and clamping down on him with everything I have.
     
    “Oh God!” Mike groans, as he shudders. “I’m going to come.”
     
    His admission excites me. I try to squeeze him harder still. I hold his head into my neck and pull hard with my arms wrapped around his back. My orgasm is close, so close.
     
    “Wait,” I beg, wanting to peak with him. “Please, wait.” I feel Mike slow slightly, as he tries to delay his release. “Please, harder, please,” I gasp.
     
    “I’m going to come,” Mike gasps, but then he begins to drive into me furiously. He gasps and groans, as he does.
     
    The sudden increase in speed and power and Mike’s gasps of pleasure, as he struggles to hold his seed, all conspire to push me over the edge. I feel myself tightening up for another hard orgasm, just as Mike issues an explosive gasp. His thrusts are becoming erratic, as I begin to groan and thrash. My orgasm steals my breath and my voice.
     
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