Valentine

“I never thought about it. I just put them away when I bought them.” She just laughs. “Why are you laughing?”

“You are such a man,” she says, taking the sponge over to the table to wipe it off.

“You weren’t complaining about that last night,” I say staring at her ass as she bends over the table. Her shirt raises up and the fact that she isn’t wearing panties is evident. Her pink pussy is showing and all I can think about is how fucking amazing she felt wrapped around my dick. Damn. She’s so fucking gorgeous. Fuck it, I think as I stalk toward her. I grab the sponge from her hand, startling her. She half turns to face me.

“What are you doing?” she asks, raising her eyebrow at me.

“Fucking my fiancée,” I tell her before tossing the sponge over to the sink. The sultry smirk she gives me tells me that she wants that very thing. I pull my shirt off of her body before pushing her chest down on the table. I pull my boxers off, kicking them away. Running my hands down her smooth back, I pause when I reach her ass. Lightly, I slap it, just to test the waters. She moans loudly and I file that away for another day. Using two fingers, I run them through her pussy, finding her wet. Groaning, I grip my cock and slowly feed it into her hungry pussy.

“Oh, God,” she moans.

“So fucking tight,” I say through gritted teeth.

“So glad that you like it.”

“Like it? Like it? I fucking love it. Breeding it is going to be my greatest accomplishment.” Her pussy squeezes me and I almost lose it. I pull all the way out of her, before slamming back in. The sound of our flesh as it hits together is loud and obscene but that just makes me fuck her harder.

“I… I… I love it too,” she replies, near sobbing in pleasure.

“I love you,” I tell her as I slam into her again.

Vaguely, I hear what sounds like a door slamming, but I ignore it.

“What the fuck is going on here, Justin?” Watson shouts as I dive over Val to keep her covered with my body.

“What does it look like?” Eliana says laughing.

“Mama, don’t laugh,” Val says. Her voice is muffled by the table.

“It is funny,” she replies.

“It’s not. My best friend has defiled your daughter. What the fuck is funny about that, wife?”

“Defiled? I asked her to marry me, Wats. I love her,” I say in defense of us.

“Oh,” he says.

“You didn’t notice that this was coming? The whole time they’ve known each other, it’s been nothing but sparks.” Eliana says matter factly.

“I didn’t,” he says.

“Perhaps we could continue this discussion when Val’s dressed?” I ask.

“Of course. We’ll be in the living room. Come on, Watson,” Eliana says dragging him out of the kitchen.

“That wasn’t awkward at all,” Val says laughing. “I am just sad we didn’t get to come, and I didn’t get any more of your baby making goodness.”

“Fuck,” I groan. “We don’t have time right now, baby. I’ll give you all the goodness as soon as they leave, gorgeous.”

“You better,” she replies, kissing me.

“Get dressed, baby. Let’s get this over with.”

I take a deep breath and put my clothes back on. When we are decent, we head into the living room. I just want to get this over with. I should be more upset about getting caught by her mama was embarrassing but Valentine is mine. I don’t much care what anyone has to say about it.

6

Valentine

Oh, my God! I can’t believe my mom and stepdad just walked in on Justin and I having sex. I should be totally mortified but I am just pissed off. First, I didn’t get the orgasm I was promised and the second my new “dad” just told his best friend that he defiled me.

Oh, hell to the mother fucking no. No one no one talks to my man like that although I do admit I wish I weren’t about to have this conversation in nothing but a shirt and Justin in only a pair of sweats that show his amazing bulge. Yum. Damn now is not the time to get all horny again. I grab Justin’s hand and we walk into the living room.

“Okay, before we get started, I am going to speak,” I say holding up a hand when Watson opens his mouth. He snaps it shut and glares daggers at Justin. I sit on the small loveseat and Justin puts a blanket over my lap before sitting down and taking my hand. “Now Watson, I love the way you take care of my mother and the way you think of me as your own, but I am eighteen years old and Justin is your very best friend. Why wouldn’t you want me to be with someone you trusted with your life, someone that you know would protect me from anything?” He opens his mouth and mom puts her hand on his thigh. “Don’t you want him to be happy, to find a love like you share with my mom?”