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subconscious, a smile formed. Like a part of me wanted to know if I could take them all. Even for my first time.
    That was my dirty, little secret. As much shit as I talked. As much as I swayed my curvy ass to help win better assignments. I was a virgin. No guy had stuck around long enough to change that.
    Their loss.
    I wanted to burn that fucking bridge right this second. I wanted to scream and demand Straker shove his stiff cock inside me. I wanted it my way. But I knew nothing good would come of demanding it.
    Straker stepped into view.
    “You have a filthy mouth, Private Smith,” he said. “If you dirty our ears with it again, I’ll stuff it full.”
    “Fuck you!”
    It came out before I could stop it. I didn’t like him thinking he owned me. No matter how hot he was. Nobody owned me. Not even Uncle Sam.
    “You've made your choice,” Straker said. He turned to me. A burning light in his deep blue eyes. He reached down and unbuckled his belt.
    Oh God! Was he going to beat me? Whip me black and blue? All for a few angry words? That was fucked up!
    WHAP .
    I flinched as he slapped the belt in his hand.
    “As much as you might deserve a proper beating," Straker said, "I can't deal with the avalanche of paperwork from an ER visit. Hard spanking with an open hand will do."
    What?
    I turned to him and he raised questioning eyes at me. Daring me to have a problem with it.
    “I’d love to terminate this punishment and help you pack your bags, Private Smith.”
    I bit my tongue.
    Fuck.
    The Army owned my ass.

CHAPTER FOUR

    Dr. Straker dropped his belt to the floor. It curled up like a snake ready to strike. He leaned down, lightning fast, and swatted my inner thigh.
    “OWWW!” I yelped. “What the fuck was that for?” I jerked my leg and it went no where.
    He shook his head like I’d failed the APFT. He swore everyday that if any of us failed the physical at the end of basic training, he’d personally kick our ass all the way back to Shitburg. It was a surprise that every single one of us apparently grew up there.
    “Filthy mouth,” he said under his breath. He unzipped his pants and yanked them down. Of course, he had camo underwear on.  
    Really?
    Was it like he was going to end up nearly naked in a battle zone somewhere? And the reason for his survival was because his cock looked like a tree trunk?
    Did it?
    Look like a tree trunk?
    He tugged his underwear and pants to his knees. His cock hung thick and heavy between his legs. He yanked his shirt off and threw it to the ground.  
    Holy Jesus of Nazareth!
    His abs were chiseled granite. You could wash clothes on them. I wanted to climb them. His broad, hard chest hinted at the power he wielded. His biceps bulged as he lifted his cock and stroked it.
    The building agony in my pussy flared. A hot pulse of need hit me. I wanted that cock inside me. Taking my virginity. Making me a woman.
    He stepped to my head and then swung a leg over my face, his ass in my face. He held his cock down between his legs and bumped it into my lips. His enormous balls filled my view. The crack of his ass inches above.
    This was his idea of shutting me up!
    I should've have kept my damn mouth shut. Now, I had no choice but to open it wide. Still, I wouldn’t surrender without a fight. I clenched my teeth closed. I'd bite that thing off if he pushed me.
    His cock bumped my lips.
    He pinched my nose.
    There was no way I was going to let him feed that thick rope down my throat. Not if I didn’t ask for it.
    I couldn’t breathe! My lungs ached. My chest burned.
    Air!
    My mouth popped open and I sucked in a huge breath of air, alongside Straker’s cock.
    One hand gripping the base of his shaft, he fed me his full length with one thrust.  
    I gagged and hacked. Not ready for it filling my throat. His balls swatted my nose. His ass grazed my eyelashes. I flinched back, trying to dig my head into the mattress, but there wasn't much give. Not much meaning zero.
    He clutched my breasts