Three Soldier Salute (Curvy Menage Military Romance)

THREE SOLDIER SALUTE

(BBW STEAMY MENAGE MILITARY ROMANCE)

BY TALIA DAY

COPYRIGHT 2015 TALIA DAY

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

WHAT’S INSIDE THIS STEAMY MILITARY ROMANCE?

Curvy Tiffany Richards is a naughty girl with a chip on her shoulder. Too much to handle, her father sends her away to live with his old military buddy, Conner, hoping he can drill some discipline into her.

But from the moment she moves in, the chemistry between them sizzles! She is blown away by the muscular, tattooed older man, and he is equally seduced by the younger woman’s flagrant, cock-teasing ways.

So when she is sent to her room one evening because of her lascivious behavior and leaves her dirty diary behind, her mischievous ways are exposed, leaving Conner no other choice than to punish her.

What is a military man to do? Break her spirit in the only way he knows how: with the help of his drill sergeant buddies, hard fast and without protection!

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THREE SOLDIER SALUTE

Conner shifted uncomfortably, his dick pressing hard against his zipper.  He took another sip of his beer, trying not to notice the nineteen-year-old vixen that was splayed out in front of him. 

Conner wondered what his friend, Bryce, was thinking sending his daughter to live with him?  Just because Conner was a marine, didn’t mean he had any parenting skills.  He was just as clueless as Bryce about what made Tiffany tick, but ever since her mother died Bryce hadn’t known what to about her increasingly disruptive and childish behavior. Finally reaching a breaking point, Bryce called up his marine brother and begged for his help.

Fortunately for Conner, other than the fact that Tiffany paraded around in shorts that showed off her round ass, he wasn’t entirely sure what Bryce was so worried about.  She was fairly well behaved, and spent most of her time writing in her journal. And she was up front and honest with him about where she was going and when she’d be home.  After a couple of weeks Conner began assuming that Bryce was like most fathers: overly protective and worried that his baby girl was going be knocked up by some young punk, which, truth be told, was pretty much the story of her father and mother. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

Just then, the doorbell rang, bringing Conner’s attention to something other than Tiffany’s ass.

“I’ll get it,” she chirped, crawling to her knees seductively before standing up; she gave him a little wink before bouncing out of the room. 

Tiffany was playing with fire, and she knew it; she knew she had him wrapped around her little finger.  

What Conner
needed
to do was give her a strict dress code that spelled out
in no uncertain terms
that she was to dress properly like a grown up woman. The problem, however, was that Conner was a man, and if she continued to keep up her cock-teasing ways she was going find out sooner rather than later what happens to a slutty girl when she provokes the wrong man. 

“Hey, Connor!” Matthew canted his head and lifted a brow towards Tiffany’s ass as she disappeared into the next room.  “Let Bryce know that I’ll straighten her out if you won’t.”

Eric walked in behind him, jerking his hand as if he was stroking his cock.  “She’s nice,” he grinned.

“She’s also only nineteen, you horny bastards,” Conner scolded.

“Nineteen’s legal—I’ll straighten her out,” Matthew growled.

At that moment Tiffany came back into the room with a couple of beers for Matthew and Eric.  She let her eyes rake over each of them tantalizingly as she handed them their drinks.  They weren’t boys like she was used to…no, these were men: big, muscular, tattooed, sexy beasts. 

She smiled inwardly to herself. She realized her father attempted to discipline her and keep her away from the young boys in the neighborhood by sending her to Conner’s house to live; but little did her father know, that all he succeeded in doing was take her out of the petting zoo and threw her straight into the lions’ den.  She had practically forgotten about the scrawny boys she’d once found attractive; their memories were now replaced by the hard-bodied marines that came in and out of Conner’s bachelor pad daily.  Tiffany blushed and licked her lips at the naughty fantasy of being picked up and fucked hard, fast and without protection by the older men.

“Let us talk alone,” Conner waived Tiffany away. “And put some damn clothes on.”

She threw him an irritated glance as she stalked towards her room.  It wasn’t the first time he’d embarrassed her like this—sending her away like some sort of a child.  She swung her hips even more than usual, knowing that Conner hated it when his friends ogled her.

She looked back just as she rounded the corner into the other room and flashed a wicked little smile to Matthew and Eric.  As she suspected, they were both staring at her ass, and damn if it didn’t make her wonder what it would be like to fuck guys like that.  She closed the door to her bedroom, fell back on her bed, and spread her legs wide. 

“Don’t you wonder what it would be like to fuck my tight little pussy?”  Tiffany pouted quietly as she fantasized being fucked by super-ripped, tattooed marines. She traced her fingers down her stomach and under her short cut-off jeans. 

She thought about the naughty videos she’d found in Conner’s closet…and thought about what it would be like to to reenact them with him.  It was a mad desire she’d been having ever since she found them.  He was downright sexy—tall, with broad, strong shoulders and one hell of a body; there wasn’t a day that passed that he didn’t go for a run and lift weights, and it showed.

Her panties were soaking wet by the time she slipped her fingers underneath them, slowly tracing her slit before dipping them up to the first knuckle.  The feeling of being filled made her nipples tighten into little knots.  She slid her other hand up her shirt and tugged and twisted them. 

If it were up to her, it would be Conner doing the work that her hands were now busily performing.  But he was her father’s closest friend, and by the way he looked at her, she doubted he saw her as anything but a child.  It was like she didn’t even exist in his world—despite the fact that every other guy she came across noticed her. 

Running her fingers over her full breasts she felt her ego deflate.  Maybe he was one of those guys who liked stick-thin women who looked like they lived on bread and water.  She wasn’t like that, never had been.  Honestly, she could hardly understand why anyone would be attracted to a woman that didn’t even have hips to grab on to.  She had every curve a guy could want, and more. 

She bucked her hips harder, sinking her slender fingers further into her canal; a little whimper escaped her lips as her body began to shake. 

“Make me cum,” she breathed, “Make me come, Conner!”  She was so close, just another second and her body would release…

“Goddamn it, Tiffany!  Get the hell out here right now,” Conner’s voice exploded from the other room just before she was about to cum.

She pulled her fingers out in a guilty start; whatever she had done, Conner was mad…
real mad
.

“Yes, sir?” she said weakly as she stood before him.  

By the look on Conner’s face, she knew well enough that this was one of those times when she needed to truly straighten up her act and show respect. 

Matthew and Eric sat at the other end of the room as Conner lambasted her. 

“What the hell is this?!” he demanded, holding up her red diary; she must have forgotten it in the living room when he sent her to her room.

Her stomach sank.  If he had read her diary, then he knew that she had been out the night before partying and drinking.  His eyes were boring holes right through her.   

“I…um.” She looked down at her painted red toenails, unsure of what to say.  She promised him last week that she wasn’t going to screw up again. 

“I’m sorry,” she pouted her lower lip in a last ditch effort to pacify his fury. Conner was strict with her, but he’d given in before, and she knew exactly how to play him.  She mustered her biggest alligator tears and said,  “Really, I’m sorry. I promise it won’t happen again.” 

“Honestly, Tiffany, if your dad had any idea the sort of shit you’ve been pulling…  Screw it! I’m calling him!  If I was your father I’d want to know if my wayward daughter was out gallivanting and getting drunk at nineteen.”

“Please don’t tell him,” she begged instantly. 

But he was serious this time. Conner picked up the phone, despite her tears and protests.  She tore the telephone from his hand and begged him once more.  “Please, Conner.”