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“Sammmm,” she screams as I pump her full of my seed. Jets of come fill her tight hole and for the briefest moments, I wonder if I’ve bred her. I’ve never been bare in a woman and I sure as fuck never wanted to fill a cunt until she swells with my child. What the actual fuck is happening to me? I’m fucking pussy whipped. No, I’m Marcy whipped.
“Fuck, my little sunshine, you’re milking my cock so good,” I groan as she continues convulsing around me. My movements slow as we both come down. Setting her leg down, I lean over her to kiss her. I need to feel her lips against mine. My arm holds me above her so I don’t crush her with my weight. My cock stays tucked tightly inside her. I’m still hard ready for round two but I know Marcy needs a break. I don’t want to over do her first time.
I pull my lips back from hers so I can look down at her gorgeous eyes. They are shimmering and overfilled with passion. As I kiss her forehead, I slowly pull out of her.
“Stay here.” Jumping from the bed I head to the bathroom to get a warm cloth to clean her with. My only concern is Marcy and I want to make sure all her needs are taken care of.
As I come back to the bedroom I see Marcy’s eyes have fallen closed but an adorable little smile rests on her lips. I spread her thighs to clean up the mess we made taking special care of her red, puffy lips. She might have been a virgin but she took my cock like it was made for her. Maybe it was. As I slide in behind her, I pull her body against mine loving the feel of her soft curves pressed against me. Marcy snuggles in to me letting a soft sigh fall from her lips.
“Rest up, sunshine, I’m far from done with you.” A tremble runs through her body stirring my cock back to life.
“Yes, Mr. Knight.” She just signed herself over to me. She’s mine.
After years of self-denial, the overwhelming desire to consume her, dominate her, and claim her as my own has become irresistible. Marcy will soon discover that she is forever changed, ruined for any other man. The intensity of this longing consumes me, leaving no room for doubt or hesitation.
Chapter 12
February 17th, 2006
Eighteen years old
Marcy
Rain patters on the windows of the limousine as we drive through the city. The sky is gray and ominous, matching the emotions of the day. I try to hold back the tears threatening to spill down my cheeks, but it’s no use trying to contain them. They cascade down my face just like they have since I heard the news. The news that changed my life forever. How will I live without him?
School is finally over and it’s time for the weekend. Normally I don’t mind my classes but this week something was off with me. I wasn’t in the right mind frame to understand what the professors were teaching us. My thoughts often drifted to Matthew wondering what he was doing. I hadn’t heard from him in a month which was unlike him. We wrote letters and spoke on the phone whenever we could, but it was never enough. I wanted him home. I wanted him safe. Last night I called his forward operating base but they weren’t able to put me through to him. The operator tried several times at my request but the line wouldn’t connect so I gave up. I fell into restless sleep, tossing and turning with every boom of thunder.
Dropping my school bag by the door, I head to the kitchen to get a snack. The pantry is full, but nothing interests me. Feeling dejected, I grab a water bottle from the fridge then make my way up to my room. Before I hit the top floor landing, there’s a knock at the front door. Unease snakes up my spine as I jog back down the stairs. Mom and dad won’t be home for hours so I’m the only one here. Peering through the window, I see a large man dressed in a military uniform. He’s standing perfectly still with no emotions playing across his face. Before I close the blinds, a movement catches my eye. Sam is standing behind the other man donning the same uniform.
Without another thought I swing open the door, thrilled to see Sam as I take a step toward him. Heat courses through me at the sight of him in uniform. I expect him to come barreling into the house but he remains outside, a storm of emotions crashing through his eyes. My heart plummets into my stomach as I take a cautious step back looking at the other man. They both remove their hats placing them under their arms.
“Ma’am, I’m Commanding Officer Sanders. Are your parents home?” he speaks evenly as his eyes pierce through my soul. Unable to reply, I shake my head as tears well in my eyes. I look back to Sam but he remains motionless, so close yet so far away. The officer clears his throat, startling me but getting my attention. Panic rises to the surface as my body trembles in fear, chills coating my skin. My heart hammers in my chest as the officer opens his mouth to speak.
“It is with my deep regret and my greatest condolences to inform you that Specialist Hillary was killed in action. He was a true hero to his country that died serving his brothers in arms. He was a good man...” Officer Sanders voice trails off as my world begins spinning out of control. My mind feels like it’s been disassociated from my body. Nothing feels real. My legs begin trembling then give out completely. I feel my body falling, falling into a dark abyss. The ground doesn’t come for me, instead I feel familiar arms carrying my body as if I’m levitating through the air. There’s wetness on my face but I can’t move my hands to wipe it away. Sam’s beautiful face appears before blackness overcomes me and I’m swept away in a wave of shock.
The limousine pulls into the gated cemetery where most of the guests have already arrived. The driver parks while I stare out of the window at the bleak landscape. Matthew shouldn’t be here. He needs to be somewhere sunny and full of life, not in this cemetery that looks like it might be haunted.
Our driver opens the door for my parents then hands them a black umbrella. As I slide out of my seat, Sam appears holding an umbrella out for me. I should be drooling over the fact that he wore his military uniform but all it does is remind me that my brother isn’t here. Sam was the last to see him alive and although I don’t want to be, I’m jealous. Instead of handing the umbrella off to me, Sam holds it for the both of us as we make our way to the tents that have been set up.
“Marcy,” he rasps. He stops walking, then holds me steady so I don’t fall from the sudden halt. My eyes slowly trail up to his, not wanting to hear another apology or condolence. I won’t be able to take it, especially not from him. No one knows what I’m going through so I don’t want to hear how they’re all sorry for me. Sam’s eyes shine with unshed tears and something breaks inside me.
“Listen, I know you keep hearing this but I want you to know that I’m here for you. Always. If you need me, I’ll be there.” He wipes the tears from my face with the back of his hand. The gesture is something I’ve always dreamed of, but in this moment my stomach isn’t buzzing with butterflies. Instead a lump forms in my throat keeping me from responding. I see the understanding in his eyes and I’m thankful that he doesn’t expect a response from me. Sam nods his head, loops his arm back through mine then we continue walking toward the tented area where all my relatives along with all the people that Matthew's death touched are awaiting the service
I take my seat in the front next to my parents but Samuel goes to stand with the other soldiers that are in attendance for Matthew’s funeral. We are asked to stand as the funeral begins.
A team of soldiers carries the casket and secures it in place before us. A beautiful American flag is carefully placed over the casket, then the team salutes Matthew before they step away. An Army Chaplain steps forward and begins his prepared speech. His voice trails off into the wind. I don’t hear the generic platitudes. My mind wanders to Matthew. Was he scared? Did he feel the pain? I don’t know all the details mostly because I didn’t think I could handle hearing them. They would haunt me in the darkest of nights.
Once the chaplain is finished, several officers go to the podium to give their speeches of how brave and gallant Matthew was, but we already knew this, didn’t we? He wanted to fight for his country after everything that happened on September 11, 2001. He knew the risks and he signed his name on the dotted line anyways. My chest aches when I think I’ll never see his goofy smile or feel his heavy arm draped across my shoulders. I stare down at my hands in my lap as the words from the officers’ drift away. I don’t want to be here. Seeing my brother lowered into the ground isn’t something I ever imagined I would witness, and yet here I am. I rise from my seat about to make a run for it through the rain when I lock eyes with Sam. He just approached the podium and his eyes tell me what I need to do. I slowly lower myself back in my chair as he gives me a slight nod that only I would catch. With rapt attention I listen to his eulogy of his best friend.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I stand here today to pay tribute to a true American hero, Specialist Hillary, who dedicated his life to serve our great nation. It is an honor and a privilege to stand before you to share some words that attempt to encapsulate the immense impact Matthew Hillary has had on all of us and the profound legacy he leaves behind.
Matthew Hillary and I met when we were in grade school. He and I grew up together, becoming more than friends, brothers. He may not have been blood but our bond was one to withstand any storm.” Sam pauses for a moment as he wipes tears from his eyes.
“Matthew died doing what he loved, caring for others. He was the most selfless person I’ve ever come to know. He would give you the shirt off his back if it meant that you would be taken care of. That was the kind of man he was. Always giving, he paid the ultimate price as he gave his life for us.
The day before we left for basic training, Matthew, Marcy and I took to the river to celebrate this new chapter in our lives and mourn the one we were leaving behind. We sailed along, cherishing the time we had together. That day will always hold a special place in my heart.
Marcy Hillary was her brother’s favorite person. He often called her his ‘sunshine’ because of the way she brightened his life.” I choke on a sob in my throat as Sam continues. “He was thinking of her to the very end.” I gasp as I let his words sink in. Did he say something to Sam?
