The Billionaire's Valentine Vixen

I count to one hundred before I lift my hand and stroke the back of her hair, closing my eyes and breathing in her scent. The bedding is in chaos, she didn’t just slip in quietly, she either was jumping on it like a trampoline or twisting and writhing around in a nightmare or…

The sudden scent grabs me by the balls and holds on tight. I draw my nose from the back of her hair, pushing up on my elbow then turning to draw a deep sniff at the center of the pillow where I laid my head.

It’s there. Her exotic sweetness, mixed with the distinct scent of arousal. I imagine the pillow, pressed between he legs as she calls my name…

Fuck, I shouldn’t do this. I shouldn’t be here.

Still, the heat from her body draws me closer. I scoot forward until my chest is so close to her back, the buzz of energy between us sizzles against my skin.

The moment of truth…my fingertips twitch as I hold my hand over the flesh of her hip, my lips ready to brush her shoulder. I’m a demon coming in the night, my sleeping prey unaware of the depravity flaming inside of me.

If this is so wrong, why does my cock and my heart tell me otherwise?

I lower my hand, the jolt of energy that courses through me as I connect with her skin sending sparks over my flesh and making my balls ready for battle. I wedge myself against her, feeling her body cradled next to me, more intimate than anything I’ve imagined before.

God damn it, Roan. Don’t do this, it’s wrong.

I lift my mouth to her ear, her breathing steady and even.

I dig deep, keeping my voice low, soft and dreamlike as possible as I ask, “Did you come on my pillow?”

She doesn’t move as I bring my lips to her cheek and take a lap at her with my tongue. My heart speeds triple time as I wait for her to jump. To yelp. To startle and scream.

She doesn’t and the taste of her on my tongue is yet another violation, sure, but the lawlessness she’s drawn out of me cannot be undone. I run my hand down from her shoulder, inching down, my heart banging inside my chest like a wrecking ball until my fingers rest on her hip.

I wait.

My lungs burn as I hold each breath, but her silence only urges me forward.

The connection propels my hips and I grind myself slowly against her soft ass as another dreamy sigh seeps from her lips.

Again, I put my lips close to her ear. “Did you get yourself off thinking of me?”

Her body is far smaller than I first thought. Her baggy, masculine clothes shielding her from the world and other prying eyes. Just the idea of other men lusting after her has my muscles tense and a hot fury swirls inside of me.

No other man will ever see her like this. The thought of it makes me think of squeezing their heads until their eyes burst from their sockets, never to violate her with their lust gazes again.

“Don’t be scared,” I whisper as I slip my hand onto the softness of her flesh; rubbing in small circles just below her belly button, the image of my child growing under my palm racing through me like sweet poison. “I’ll go slow…”

A tortured fantasy twists like gnarled tree roots deep inside me. There’s something spinning, unearthing like a demon from hell even as I touch heaven itself.

The war inside me is waging as my fingertips brush her bare lower lips. They’re slick as I dance over the smooth flesh, Alice’s breathing quickening as her legs fall open, her lips spilling out sleepy words I can’t quite make out.

Adrenaline surges through me, the danger, the risk of being caught making every second feel like an eternity.

“You like how that feels, baby?” I run the backs of my knuckles up and down her slit, the inner lips licking at my fingers, making my balls twitch, the weight of the cum inside them feeling like anchors weighing me down.

“Mmmmm.” Her soft moan sounds accepting. I know what I’m doing is wrong, but I can’t stop.

I drop my lips to the nape of her neck and kiss and lick her, tasting the nectar of her skin as I slip a finger just inside her outer lips, feeling the nub hiding behind the satiny flesh.

Using the pad of my middle finger, I move her clit in slow circles, her hips starting to sway as little rasping sounds catch in her throat.

I keep my rhythm slow as her knees fall wider, inviting my depraved invasion.

Stop now. Stop. Get your clothes and go downstairs.

The rational thought is fleeting as her hand reaches down and comes to rest on mine, moving, guiding, urging as her pussy soaks my fingers, giving herself to me even as her conscious mind is oblivious.