Stealing Valentine

He grunts, fucking me hard and deep as I start to mewl and moan in pleasure.

“My princess, my everything.” His eyes lock with mine, his thick cock driving in and out as his grip on me tightens.

“My queen.”

I cry out as he leans over me, crouching above my ass, that big cock of his fucking in and out of my dripping wet pussy and driving me higher and higher until I know I’m going to explode for him. His lips crush to mine, swallowing my moans, sucking down my gasps of pleasure. Water splashes over the sides of the tub, a whirlwind of moonlit-drenched fucking.

We move faster, and harder, and as I start to shatter, I feel him swelling up even bigger inside of me.

“Dutch! I—oh God…”

“Come for me, angel,” he hisses into my ear, nipping at the earlobe as he plunges into me over and over, fucking me like a beast as I start to tumble.

“Come with me.”

He plunges into me, and suddenly, it’s like pulling a trigger. I crush my mouth to his and scream, crying out as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over me. Dutch roars, thrusting and thrusting until suddenly, every muscle in his body clenches tight against me. I’m still coming as he drives his cock so deep inside, and when I feel it, it’s like I crash right into another orgasm.

Dutch groans into my lips as the hot cum sprays from his swollen head. I moan, kissing him fiercely as I feel his sticky blasts pump into me, filling me all the way up until it’s literally trickling out from where we join and running in little rivulets down my thighs.

We keep moving, slowly coming down from the high, our bodies slowing, until finally, we come to a halt, panting for air.

Big, powerful arms wrap around me, pulling me down into the hot, soapy water. I turn in his arms, and when I wrap my legs around his waist and settle right into him on his lap, our lips come together softly.

“Nothing but diamonds and bubbles, huh?” I whisper, my lips pulled into a huge grin and a glow I’ve never known before teasing over my cheeks.

“Nothing but diamonds and bubbles, princess,” he purrs as his lips brush against mine.

Chapter 11

Dutch

It’s well after midnight and quiet. My fingers lazily trace over her skin, and when I drag my eyes over the perfect swell of her breast to her face, I feel my heart beating faster at the grin slowly spreading over her lips.

“Where did you come from,” I whisper, awe in my voice as I drink her in. My cock is still half-hard, but fuck am I sore. We both are, and for her sake, I’m holding off on taking her again. Between taking her in the bed, and then the bath, and then twice more here in this bed once again, we’re taking a breather.

Virgin to vixen in one night. I grin, shaking my head at the thought, and of the memory of our last round of love-making, when innocent little Valentine pinned my wrists to the bed and rode me like a girl possessed. My cock does actually twitch a little remembering that—how she screamed through orgasm after orgasm, riding every inch of my thick cock until that tight little cunt covered me in her sweet honey. And then, and only then, did I allow myself to come, and to empty my balls one last time into that perfection between her thighs.

“Switzerland,” she quips, smirking at me. “Just flew in a few days ago actually. So, yeah, that’s where I came—”

She devolves into giggles, snorting and shrieking in laughter as I tackle her, nuzzling her neck and tickling her sides until she pleads for mercy. I stop tickling her, but I don’t move away as I hover over her, looking into her eyes.

“You’re staying with me,” I growl. I don’t necessarily mean it to come out as commanding and possessive as it does, but I don’t care that it does either.

Valentine bites her lip, blushing up at me. And slowly, she nods.

“Okay,” she says quietly.

“Good,” I groan, leaning down to kiss her. I pull away, tasting those lips as my eyes drop to her ears and neck.

“So, what do you think?”

We’ve been playing this game for the last half hour. Valentine switches between the real and fake Whistler diamonds while I’m not looking, and then I have to tell her which set she’s wearing. So far, my record is pretty shitty. But to be fair, that’s less my eye and more how fucking good the fakes are.

I narrow my eyes at the jewels around her neck, thinking it over.

“Real.”

Her smug grin tells me I’m wrong.

“Fuck.”

Valentine giggles, leaning up to kiss me.

“Fake. Too bad. You know, for a professional jewel thief, maybe you should be better at—”