His Tasty Cherry Pie: A Double Virgin Valentine

It’s been so busy that I’ve barely been able to talk to Malcolm. We’re working alongside three other guys, so the flirting has been at a minimum. Except of course for a few stolen glances and some heated eye contact that gets me blushing every time.

I’m working on some cinnamon buns when I run out of brown sugar, so I rush into the storage room in the back to get some.

I’m looking everywhere for it when the door opens. I spin around, hoping to see exactly who it is.

My heart starts hammering in my chest as Malcolm walks in and quietly closes the door. I gulp when I see him easily pick up a huge bag of flour and drop it at the door to prevent anyone from opening it.

He’s looking hotter than ever today with his hair styled to the side and a hungry possessive look in his green eyes as he gazes at me like he’s about to devour me whole. He’s wearing a pink t-shirt for Valentine’s Day and I swear, he’s never looked sexier than in this moment.

Heat blooms within me and then settles between my legs, pulsing and throbbing as he steps forward.

“Hello,” I squeak out.

“Hi,” he says in a deep throaty voice as he approaches, towering over me. I love the size of him. The width, the height, the hardness. I want to feel that strong body pressing down on me.

“You’ve been driving me crazy all day,” he says as he runs the tip of his nose along the side of my neck, giving me shivers from his hot breath. He pulls back my hair and kisses me behind my ear.

Tingles ripple out all over my skin as my body goes weak. I want him. To claim me, to take me, to consume me.

“Oh, Malcolm,” I whisper as he kisses down my neck. He peels my shirt to the side and continues kissing my bare shoulder, teasing me like crazy as his lips brush over my bra strap.

“Are you ready for the full package?” he asks in that smooth rich voice as he kisses his way back to my neck.

“Yes,” I gasp. I want it all. I want him. I’m burning for him. I want all the benefits that come from being his girl.

Every. Single. One.

“Are you aching for me as much as I’m aching for you?” he asks as he brushes his lips over mine.

“Yes. I’m aching for you all the time.”

“Are you wet right now?” he asks as he kisses along my jaw.

Oh god… Am I ever wet… I’m dripping down there as he teases me with his soft lips and delicious smell.

“Yes,” I moan. “I’m always wet for you.”

His big palms are on my hips, holding me against him. I’m like putty in his hands. I’m throbbing all over as I feel his strength pinning me in place.

“Shouldn’t we get back?” I say in a moan even though I don’t want to go anywhere right now. “They’re so busy.”

“We’re not going anywhere,” he growls. “Not until I feel how wet you are. Not until your little soaked pussy cums all over my hand.”

I swallow hard, staring into his hot lustful eyes as he slides his hand to the waistband of my pants. My chest is heaving up and down with every harsh breath as I feel his fingers dip inside and slowly inch into my underwear.

“You’re my Valentine, sweet girl, which means you’re mine. That includes your soaked little pussy.”

My eyes fall closed and I let out a heavy moan as he runs his hands along my slit. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.

I grab two fistfuls of his shirt and cling onto him as he teases my opening before slowly pushing his finger inside.

“You are wet,” he growls as he grins down at me. “So fucking wet and ready for me.”

He moans as he adds another finger and presses them in deeper. I step on my toes and clench my thighs with a little whimper.

“I’m claiming this pussy tonight,” he says as he presses his forehead to mine. “Once everyone is gone and I have you all alone… You’re going to be all mine.”

My legs suddenly can’t hold me up anymore, so I lean back against the wall as he slides his fingers out and starts playing with my clit. He’s rubbing the aching spot in tight circles and it feels so good, I know I’m going to cum soon.

“Am I going to be the first to bite into this sweet cherry pie?” His eyes darken as he waits for my answer. I don’t know what he’s capable of, what he would do if I said no. I know he’s possessive of me. I know he’s obsessed. I don’t mind a damn bit and I’m happy I’m able to give him the answer he wants.