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  Table of Contents

  Chapter One: About this book

  Chapter Two: Captain Benjamin Ryder (Retired)Mosul, Iraq

  Chapter Three: Lolita “Lolita” CarterArlington, Virginia

  Chapter Four: Ryder

  Chapter Five: Lolita

  Chapter Six: Ryder

  Chapter Seven: Lolita

  Chapter Eight: Ryder

  Chapter Nine: Ryder

  Chapter Ten: Lolita

  Chapter Eleven: Ryder

  Chapter Twelve: Lolita

  Chapter Thirteen: Ryder

  Chapter Fourteen: Lolita

  Chapter Fifteen: Ryder

  Chapter Sixteen: Lolita

  Chapter Seventeen: Ryder

  Chapter Eighteen: Lolita

  Chapter Nineteen: Ryder

  Chapter Twenty: Ryder

  Chapter Twenty One: Lolita

  Chapter Twenty-Two: Ryder

  Chapter Twenty-Three: Lolita

  Chapter Twenty-Four: Ryder

  Chapter Twenty-Five: Ryder

  Chapter Twenty-Six: Lolita

  Table of Contents

  Filthy SEAL

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  Chapter One: About this book

  Chapter Two: Captain Benjamin Ryder (Retired) Mosul, Iraq

  Chapter Three: Lolita “Lolita” Carter Arlington, Virginia

  Chapter Four: Ryder

  Chapter Five: Lolita

  Chapter Six: Ryder

  Chapter Seven: Lolita

  Chapter Eight: Ryder

  Chapter Nine: Ryder

  Chapter Ten: Lolita

  Chapter Eleven: Ryder

  Chapter Twelve: Lolita

  Chapter Thirteen: Ryder

  Chapter Fourteen: Lolita

  Chapter Fifteen: Ryder

  Chapter Sixteen: Lolita

  Chapter Seventeen: Ryder

  Chapter Eighteen: Lolita

  Chapter Nineteen: Ryder

  Chapter Twenty: Ryder

  Chapter Twenty One: Lolita

  Chapter Twenty-Two: Ryder

  Chapter Twenty-Three: Lolita

  Chapter Twenty-Four: Ryder

  Chapter Twenty-Five: Ryder

  Chapter Twenty-Six: Lolita

  Epilog: Lolita

  BONUS EXTENDED EPILOG: FILTHY SEAL

  HOT DELETED KINKY SCENE: FILTHY SEAL

  COVER REVEAL: The SEAL’s Dirty Secret

  Bad Boy Secret Baby Romance Collection

  Older Man Younger Woman Romance

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  Filthy Doctor (Sneak Peek)

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  FILTHY SEAL

  by

  Amy Brent

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  This is a work of fiction. While, as in all fiction, the literary perceptions and insights are based on life experiences and conclusions drawn from research, all names, characters, places and specific instances are products of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously. No actual reference to any real person, living or dead, is intended or inferred.

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  Chapter One: About this book

  Thank you

  To my amazing group of ARC readers whose words lift me up every single day and whose messages inspire me to write stories that you love.

  To all my readers because of whom I am able to live my dream!

  My mission is to always exceed your expectations.

  For all feedback, feel free to write to me at [email protected]

  P.S. I have included an EXCLUSIVE KINKY ROMANCE titled The SEAL’s Dirty Secret, which can be accessed from the Table of Contents.

  This has never been published before and is available only with this book.

  I have also included Four Exclusive Navy SEAL Bonus Romances. These are available with this edition for a limited time only.

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  My wife died carrying another man’s baby. What a homecoming!

  And now I have no f*ckin’ idea how I am going to raise my little boy all on my own.

  And then, I meet Lolita, the hot nineteen-year-old s*x kitten next door. She’s alone in her backyard pool, floating nak*d on a raft with her fingers busy between her legs. She knows I’m watching her, my hand in rhythm with hers.

  Her beautiful tanned skin, her gorgeous face, her long blonde hair, her long legs, her large globes, her dark n*pples, the blonde curls between her legs…

  F*ck, I think I am gonna die if I don’t get her in my bed soon.

  She’s proving to be a pleasant distraction at a time when I need it the most.

  It’s hard to be sad when Lolita wraps her long, lovely legs around my waist.

  The missile between my legs salutes her the moment she opens her innocent mouth for that oh-so-dirty talk.

  I feel like the luckiest man alive until I learn the truth about my wife’s death….

  And then I know I have to fight another battle – I am falling for this nineteen years old, and I am falling HARD!

  She calls me her Filthy SEAL, but now I want to ask her something.

  Lolita, will you be my…..DIRTY GIRL?

  Chapter Two: Captain Benjamin Ryder (Retired)

  Mosul, Iraq

  I dug my fingers into Bonita’s narrow hips and lifted my ass off the bed so my cock would go even deeper into her tight cunt. She gasped, then sucked in several quick breaths, but didn’t slow down. She exhaled slowly as a dreamy smile washed over her face, her dark skin glistening with sweat. She had her eyes closed, riding me like Deborah Winger rode that mechanical bull in that old movie Urban Cowboy. Her fingertips were tangled in my thick chest hair as if she were holding onto the reins as her hips slid back and forth over the length of my cock in a slow and steady rhythm.

  Her breathing was heavy and slow, like the warm breeze coming off the ocean on a hot summer day. She sucked in air each time she slid forward and the head of my cock hit her cervix, then moaned out the breath as she slid her hips back, letting her swollen clit slide over the nine inches of my veiny shaft.

  “Fuck… Cap… I’m sure gonna miss you when you’re gone…” she sighed without opening her eyes or altering the movement of her hips rolling back and forth, back and forth. Nostrils flaring, her wide mouth curled into a smile. Her teeth were perfect, pearly white. The tip of her tongue pushed through her lips and stayed there for a moment.

  I often wondered what a girl like her was doing in a fucking shithole like Mosul, on her third tour with the SEALs. She could have been a thousand other places doing a thousand other things that didn’t threaten her young life on a daily basis. Regardless of the reason, I was glad she was here, right now, with me, in this shitty little hotel room in the armpit of the world. At that moment, I considered myself to be the luckiest man alive.

  “That feel good, baby?” I asked as the
hot lava in my balls started to flow throughout my body. I was covered in sweat. I blinked it from my eyes and licked it from my top lip. It was fucking hot as hell in the room, but the sweat was being pushed from my pores by the heat of the woman atop me. I could feel Bonita’s presence in every pore, follicle, and cell of my body. My cock was just the receptacle through which her energy flowed.

  “Mmmm… You are the only motherfucker in Mosul that knows how to fuck me like I like it, Cap,” she said, her lips still smiling, her hips still sliding, her pussy still sucking me into its delicious vacuum. “I like it nice and slow… nice and slow…”

  “Slow and steady is my specialty,” I said with a smile as I peered down between us to watch my cock slowly sliding inside her, then slowly sliding out, her purple pussy lips suctioned to the shaft like an old-timey milking machine. I swallowed hard and held my breath as I watched her, grateful that out of all the assholes in Mosul, Bonita had chosen me to be her fuck buddy while I was in-country.

  “The rest of these motherfuckers… are like teenagers on… prom night,” she said, the words coming in bursts of air across her lips. “They’re done before my pussy even gets wet... I like you old school motherfuckers… That know how to please a woman...”

  “I’m gonna take that… as a compliment,” I said with a smile, watching the lean muscles beneath her dark skin ripple as she braced her palms on my chest and rocked her ass back and forth. “There are other old school motherfuckers… out there that would love to take my place after I’m gone... You just might have to… lower your standards some, that’s all.”

  “Shit, Cap… you were about as low… as I ever planned to go.”

  “Glad to know that I set the bar,” I said.

  She smiled, still with her eyes closed as if she were locked in her own little world. Her nipples plumped up like little purple thimbles. I leaned up so I could slather them with my tongue. She picked up the pace, sliding her pussy over my cock faster and clenching her glorious ass when I slid all in to tighten her core muscles. I could literally feel the walls of her pussy squeezing my cock as she clenched. Her mouth hung open and she started panting like a dog. I’d been fucking her just about every day for two months now. I knew every move of her body and every sound she made when she was getting ready to cum. Thank God, because I was about to explode.

  “You like that, baby?” I asked, sucking in air as every muscle in my body tensed. “You like Cap’s big cock in your tight pussy?”

  “Fuck… yeah… Cap… that’s it… fuck yeah… that’s what Bonita likes… fuck me… I’m getting close, baby… I’m getting close…”

  I dug my fingers a little deeper into her hips and help her set the pace. I could feel the fire in my belly and the cum rising from my balls, but I could hold on until she was ready to pop. That’s one of the reasons Bonita liked to fuck me. I was older than most of the SEALs on her team, but I could hold my cum until the cows came home if that’s what it took to get her rocks off. It was just something I’d always been able to do. And God forbid I cum without making her pop like a balloon first. I’d never fucking hear the end of it and neither would her team, at least until I left Mosul. There were two things Bonita was good at other than taking the heads off assholes with a sniper rifle at a hundred yards: busting my balls and fucking them dry. Sometimes I thought she got just as much pleasure from one as the other.

  Sergeant Bonita Jean Anderson—codename “Sniper Girl”—was one of the best snipers in the military bar none; Army, Navy and the Marines. She had a keen eye and a steady hand and didn’t hesitate when it came to punching the clock of some Taliban or ISIS motherfucker who had the misfortune of ending up in her sights. She was one of only two female snipers in the corps, and I’d have put her up against most male snipers I knew any day of the week.

  Bonita was African American, tall, nearly six feet, with skin the color of dark chocolate and brown eyes that could either suck you in or shoot you down. There was no fat on her frame, only muscle. When we fucked, I loved having her on top so I could watch the sweat coat her dark skin and the muscles ripple as she moved.

  She was the only black woman I had ever fucked and I was telling her the truth when I said that I was going to miss her when I went home in a few weeks. In fact, knowing she would be stationed in Mosul another four months made me think about coming back. Maybe. I’d have to see how things worked out at home. At the moment, I was not expecting a happy homecoming. To the contrary, I doubted anyone would be at the airport to greet me when I hit the ground in Arlington.

  One of the things I loved most about Bonita, aside from the fact that she could milk every last drop of cum from my body and beg for more, was that she was so different from Bethany, my wife. Check that—Bethany, my soon to be ex-wife. I was an asshole, but I wasn’t a cheater. If Bethany hadn’t told me that she was going to divorce me while I was in Mosul, my cock would have never left my pants. But she did tell me that, so…

  She gave me the old “it’s not you, it’s me” routine, then proceeded to say that she just couldn’t live with me anymore and was taking our son and everything we owned and I could just get fucked if I didn’t like it. She gave me the name of some lawyer she had already talked to and that was that. It’s been nice, Ben. Get fucked. And so that’s what I did. I got fucked. I started sniffing for pussy the second my feet hit the tarmac at Mosul International. I had been a SEAL for ten years and my last four tours were served right here, so I knew most of the people I’d be working with, as well as a few local girls I wouldn’t mind dipping my stick into if I could talk them into it.

  I was free to do whatever the fuck I wanted because my wife was divorcing me and after nearly a decade of service, I wasn’t a SEAL anymore, and ironically that was because Bethany wanted me to retire and stay home with her and our son.

  Can you say, “Please make up your mind, bitch?”

  My retirement was short-lived because all we did was fight when I was home fulltime and money was tight. So, when my friend, Quinn Blackstone, made me an offer to come work for him, I fucking jumped at the chance. Quinn had been my best friend since the Naval Academy and a former SEAL. Now he was the president and CEO of Blackstone Security Systems, or BSS, a multimillion dollar security firm with big contracts with the U.S. and Iraqi governments, just to name a few.

  So, I returned to Iraq as a private security contractor working for BSS on a three-month assignment. You can call me a mercenary or a technical advisor or whatever the fuck you want. I make four times the money and don’t have to worry about getting my ass shot off in a night raid on some raghead cocksucker’s compound or blown to shit in a Humvee on the side of the road or cremated by some asshole on the street wearing a suicide vest. Plus, I don’t have to worry about getting shit from officers about fucking the enlisted personnel like Bonita, who I had gotten shit-faced drunk with the last time I was in-country and almost ended up fucking, but stopped at the last minute because I was a married man. I saw her in the hotel bar the night I checked in two months ago. We got drunk, things got friendly under the table, and I took her back to my room and that’s all she wrote. We’ve been fucking like horny rabbits ever since.

  Fuck you, Bethany, you fucking cunt.

  Look who I’m fucking now.

  She’s ten times the fucking woman you ever were, you bitch…

  Shit, I didn’t mean that…

  I opened my eyes to see Bonita smiling down at me with a wild look in her eyes. Her nostrils flared like a bull about to charge. Her pink tongue darted across her lips. Her hips were going like a jackhammer now, slamming her pussy up and down on my stiff cock like a derrick pumping for oil. She dug her fingernails into my chest and raised her head like a wolf about to howl.

  “You ready to cum with Bonita, baby?” she asked, her voice a hoarse whisper. “Cum with me… Cap… shoot me full of your hot seed… I’m cumming… god Ryder… I’m cumming…”

  “Cum for me, baby,” I growled, sliding my hands around to her round
ass and squeezing hard enough to make her moan. “Gush that hot pussy juice all over my cock and balls… cum on… cum…”

  I pointed my toes and felt every muscle in my body swell as I blew my load deep inside her. She squealed and came with me, gushing hot juices from her cunt over my cock and balls like lava from the mouth of a volcano. It felt like she was pouring hot oil all over my groin. I could feel the burn. I could smell the pungent sent. I could almost taste her juices on the tip of my tongue. It just made me cum even harder.

  “Yes… fuck… baby… that’s it… fill Bonita’s pussy up with your milky jizz…” Bonita moaned and sat up straight with her eyes toward the ceiling. She had small tits and big purple nipples. She ran her hands over her tits and squeezed her nipples between her fingers as the orgasm shuddered through her body.

  “You’re fucking beautiful when you cum,” I said, arching my back, pushing my cock into her as far as it would go. Her hips slowed but her pussy was still milking my cock as if it were acting on its own. Bonita was only twenty-three and had the tightest pussy I’d ever had the pleasure to cum in. Bethany was a virgin when we met and her pussy was tight, but nothing like Bonita’s. I accused her of exercising the thing because her pussy could literally latch on to my cock and milk it like a machine, her inner walls rippling and down the shaft like a thousand magic fingers. It was the most amazing feeling. I envied the next guy who found his way into Bonita’s bed. Like I said, I’d sure miss her when I was gone.

  “You okay, baby?” she asked, leaning down to press her lips to mine. She had a wide mouth and wonderfully full lips and a long tongue that was nothing short of magical. She rubbed the tip of her nose to mine and stared deeply into my eyes.

  She asked, “What’s worrying you, Cap?”

  “Nothing is worrying me,” I said, holding out my arms so she could lay down beside me and rest her head on my chest. Like most things in Mosul, the air conditioning in my room barely worked, so we were both covered in a film of oily sweat, which mixed with the scent of our juices, filling the little hotel room with a strong, pungent aroma that hung in the hot air like dense fog.