She pulled her dreads over one shoulder so that she could watch him from the corner of her eye as he got behind her. She was definitely looking forward to him taking control. It brought to mind the memory of her one of the last days with her old squad. They'd been playing cards in their bunk room to blow off steam before a mission. Beretta couldn't relax though, constantly interrupting the fun to go over the details of their plan. Finally, Bragg had decided enough was enough, picked her up and carried her to his bunk. The others carried on playing cards while Bragg distracted the captain.<br/><br/>Even the simple act of him dragging her into position made her moan. She liked being thrown around, pinned down. It wasn't fun if it wasn't a fight. She let her head fall to the mattress as he lifted her ass, pressing his cock into her slick folds. He pulled her onto him at the same time he bucked his hips forward and the new position allowed him to fill her more completely than before. Her moan was muffled by the sheets, hands gripping them as his heated girth firmly hilted inside her.<br/><br/>His pace was deliberate, hitting her forcefully in a way she hadn't experienced in years. It felt wonderful and she began biting down on the sheets as he continued, letting out moans of satisfaction as the friction and force dragged her toward a release.