Stealing Valentine

“How old are you, princess?”

She looks young, but I brushed it off before. Her being untouched as well has my stomach knotting.

“Nineteen.”

I arch a brow, and she grins quietly.

“You want to check my ID?”

“Should I?”

She rolls her eyes.

“Nineteen,” I murmur. “And never?”

“It was an all-girls boarding school, thank you very much.”

I growl, my jaw clenching.

All mine.

It’s a fierce thought, and my cock swells hard as steel. I push my hips forward. My cock head slips up her dripping wet slit, and when it bumps over her clit, her breath catches.

Part of me wants to just have her—to plunge right in and claim her right now until I empty my balls inside that gorgeous little cunt. But I stop myself. I hold back. No, not like that. I’m going to have her aching for me before I claim her.

I rub my swollen head back and forth over her clit, groaning at the sound of her heated whimpers. I can feel her pussy getting slicker—wetter, messier, stickier, coating my cock with her arousal until it’s dripping down my balls. I grunt, pushing forward and letting the underside of my fat cock glide over her hard-little clit. Valentine cries out, moaning as she wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck.

“Dutch,” she gasps so sweetly, moaning as I start to saw my cock back and forth across her clit. She’s so fucking wet, and it makes my cock twitch and throb against her, glistening with her arousal. My balls swell, and I grunt as precum spurts from my swollen head, dripping all over her clit. She moans deeper, panting, her arms circling my neck as she pulls me down, and when our lips sear together, it’s like the rest of the world fades away.

I pump my hips slow but steady, letting her feel every damn inch of me as I glide my cock back and forth over her soft, untouched cunt. My precum flows freely, making a goddamn mess of her and making her even slicker as my fat cock grinds back and forth over her clit. Her legs spread wide, her thighs squeezing tight around my hips as she starts to lose herself in our movements.

Her eyes squeeze shut, her brow creasing with her pleasure as she drops her lips to my shoulder. And I just keep moving, thrusting back and forth, relishing the feel of her slick pussy quivering against my cock. I thrust, as if I’m thrusting into her without actually taking her, our bodies grinding together as her hard pink nipples graze across my chest.

Oh, but I will be taking her, and soon. She’ll be my greatest success, and that sweet cherry between her thighs my final heist.

We move faster, and harder, and I’m drowning in her moans as her whole body begins to tremble and ripple against mine. I can feel her legs tightening, her pussy getting even wetter as she grinds her hips against me. Until suddenly, her fingers dig into my back, her cry of pleasure comes choked and staggered, and her entire body shudders.

“I’m coming!”

And I lose it. The feel of her exploding for me—her little pussy flooding my cock with her sweet honey—is the last I can take. I groan, thrusting forward as my balls clench tight and erupt. My hot cum erupts from the swollen head of my cock, spraying in thick ropes across her tummy and her breasts. I pull away, roaring, pumping my cock in my head as I rub the head back and forth across her clit. Valentine screams as she comes again, my sticky white cum coating her pussy and dripping over her clit as the orgasms explode through us both until we’re panting for air.

…But I am so far from being done with her.

I look down at this perfect angel—messy with my cum, flushed from her orgasm, and panting for more. Her tits rise and fall, glistening with my seed, and I watch as a thick white drop of my cum trickles down over her pussy lips.

Now. Now she’s ready for me to pluck that cherry and make her all fucking mine.

She gasps as I stand and then scoop her into my arms, and when I turn and stride from the room carrying her, she giggles.

“And where exactly are you taking me?”

“To a bed.”

She blushes, green fire sparking in her eyes.

“Because when I take you, sweetness,” I purr into her lips, moving for the huge master bedroom. “It won’t be on a couch, or the floor. I want you in a bed, so I can fuck you like the princess you are. Like a queen. I want you spread out on clean white sheets when I make you mine.”

I take the stairs two at a time, moving down the glass-lined hallway with full views of the beach and the ocean, and into the master bedroom. This room is also mostly glass, and the moon ripples off the ocean, illuminating the room in pale, shimmering white as I lay her down across the big king-sized bed and move between her thighs.