Stealing Valentine

“So, what are we going to do with these jewels,” he growls lowly.

“Well,” I smile primly, grinning as I give him a faux-stern look. “If you think it’s anything short of splitting them and—”

“I meant right now,” he purrs. “As in, I was thinking of you wearing them and nothing else while I fuck you nice and slow.”

I blush fiercely, my whole face growing hot as I gasp quietly. He pulls close to me, his big, muscled body pressing into me as he starts to lay me back onto the sofa. I whimper, my legs going around his muscled hips as he lowers over me, my pulse racing and my whole body tingling.

…And I’m so ready.

I want this, and I want it here, now, with him. I can feel him pressing into me—that same huge bulge I felt before in the hidden room. And this time, there’s no pretending otherwise like I did before. This time, I can moan like I want to moan when I feel his big cock pulsing against my wet, eager pussy through his dress pants.

And I do moan.

Dutch growls, kissing me hungrily as he grinds that thick bulge into me. I whimper into his mouth, my hips rolling as his swollen shaft rubs against my throbbing clit. I know I must be leaving a mess on his pants, but I don’t care.

Because all I want is him, and this, right now.

He groans into my lips as his hand slips between us, stroking my slit before he undoes his dress pants and starts to tug the zipper down. I whimper when he pulls back from kissing me, leaning back on his heels as he pulls his pants open starts to shove them down his hips. His black boxer-briefs bulge with the size of him, tenting obscenely and making me blood run even hotter. My eyes lock onto it, both hunger and nervousness rippling through me.

Dutch kicks his pants away, and as he kneels between my spread legs, his thumbs hook into the waist of his boxers. He tugs them down, and my heart beats faster and faster as I slowly catch a glimpse of his thick shaft. The boxers slide down, and when his cock springs free, my jaw actually drops.

Oh my God…

I felt him before but seeing how fucking huge he is is something else. And I know I’ve got zero experience to compare it to, but I know that what I’m seeing is big.

Really, really big.

He growls, his eyes flashing fire as he moves back over me, sliding between my legs. I whimper as his fingers stroke my pussy, teasing my clit and making me wetter and wetter. He urges his hips forward, and when I feel that swollen, fat head tease over my inner thigh, suddenly, it just blurts out.

“Wait, I…”

I trail off, biting my lip as Dutch moves over me, his gorgeous, muscled body coiling and rippling as he pulls close to me. I moan as I feel his cock pulse right against my lips, the swollen head barely parting them, poised right there to take me, and claim me.

“I’m gonna go slow, angel, don’t wor—”

“I’m a virgin.”

The words blurt out, and he stops. Intently, I cringe, wishing I could take it back. I wish I could rewind four seconds and just not say those words and let him take what he was about to take and what I want him so desperately to take.

“Wait, I just mean—”

“Oh, princess,” he growls quietly, leaning close and letting his lips brush over mine. He doesn’t pull away. He doesn’t back off, and he doesn’t take that cock away from where it’s set to push inside of me.

“I’m still going to have you.”

I whimper, the heat of his words blazing through me.

“Because I can see it on your face that you want me to take you. And, angel, I will be taking you. But first…”

He growls again, kissing me slow and deep.

“But first, I’m just going to have you begging for it.”

Chapter 8

Dutch

My lips crush to hers, a fire roaring through me so fierce that it almost scares me.

A virgin.

It’s not even that I’m one of those guys that gives a shit about something like that. But the idea of this gorgeous, perfect angel being mine and mine only has my cock swelling even harder and thicker. The thought of being her first—of being the first cock she knows sliding into that tight little virgin cunt has my balls aching, my cum boiling inside.

I’m going to be her first, and I’ll be her only. Because Valentine is mine now. Mine will be the only cock she knows. Mine will be the cock that sweet pussy misses when I’m not filling her up.

But suddenly, I freeze, my jaw clenching as a thought enters my head that has my heart plunging.