Stealing Valentine

I’m still hard as steel as I pump my cock in my hand. I reach down with the other one, and when my thumb starts to roll her clit, she whimpers so sweetly. I growl, rubbing my hot, sticky cum into her clit, pushing it down and sliding my thumb inside of her, getting her so fucking slick with me—giving her pussy a little taste of me.

I slide my thumb back to her clit, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles as she starts to whimper and pant for more. I ease my swollen cock head against her lips, easing it between them and against her impossibly tight opening. My gaze drags up to hers, and I see the hunger and the need blazing being her eyes.

“And now, little princess,” I groan, every muscle in my body poised and coiled and ready to take her.

“Now, I’m going to make you mine.”

Chapter 9

Valentine

White moonlight bathes the room in this dreamlike glow, and when I sink back into the clean, soft white sheets, that’s what it feels like.

…Like I’m in a dream.

It feels like a fantasy, stretched out naked on this huge bed, with the sounds of the ocean faint and quiet in the background. And slowly moving over me, his rock-hard muscles rippling like an animal and his fierce blue eyes piercing into mine, is him.

The man who’s about to take my virginity.

I’ve never been one of those girls who lays awake at night dreaming of her wedding, or the perfect guy, or even what her first time would be like. I mean, I’ve fantasized. I’ve had dirty thoughts about sex—really, really hot and dirty thoughts, mostly sourced from the pages of smutty romance books. I mean I’m not a robot. But in terms of a “first time,” it’s never been something I’ve dwelled on. I knew I never wanted it to be this dumb, awkward, fumbly thing in some frat boy’s backseat. I knew I didn’t want to just go out to a bar and find a stranger. Beyond that, though, I guess I just never thought about it.

But here? In this house, with the moon, and the ocean, and more importunely, with Dutch?

Oh, believe me. This is every freaking inch the fantasy, even if I didn’t know it until now.

My skin is tingling with so much energy that I swear I could look down and see little cartoon lightning bolts sparking across my body. A heat swells inside of me, burning into my core and making my toes curl. My eyes drop down my body, and the sight of his cum glistening on my skin in the moonlight has my breath catching as my pulse surges.

God, do I want this, and I want it with him.

Pinned to the bed like this, under him, already marked by him—it feels so fucking dirty and hot, and yet so right. Feeling his sticky cum trickling down my pussy and pooling in my belly button is so wrong, but it ignites this fire inside of me that I’ve never known. He groans as he leans down, and when our lips crush together, I moan my want for him into his mouth as my legs open wide for him.

My thighs curl around his muscled hips, his body so warm and hard as he settles between my legs. Dutch growls lowly, rolling his hips, and when I feel that velvety and yet iron-hard head of his cock tease between my lips, I nod eagerly as my lips trail to his ear.

“I’m all yours,” I whisper heatedly, panting as my thighs clench and my nails drag over his muscled back.

“I know.”

The words he growls make my pulse skip a beat, and when he eases into me, I let the pleasure melt into me. His swollen cock head pushes easily into my pussy, even as tight as I am. I’m so wet for him, and with his sticky cum all over my lips, he finds no resistance as he glides inside. I gasp sharply, one moment of tightness gripping me, but he slows for one second.

“Open up, princess,” he purrs into my ear, rolling his hips and letting his head drag shallowly in and out of me.

“Open up and let me give this pretty little pussy what it wants. Let me show you how good my cock can feel buried deep inside of you. Open up and let me fill you up, angel.”

His lips tease over my neck, one hand flat on the sheets next to my head, the other, skimming down my torso. He teases over my skin, making me shiver and moan before his hand closes on my hip, gripping me possessively. He pushes in, his fat cock slowly stretching me open. And slowly, the tightness melts into something hot, and wild, and heavenly.

“Oh my God…” I gasp, clutching him, my nails raking his skin as my teeth nibble at his shoulder.