The Billionaire's Valentine Vixen

“Fuck, yeah.” She knows what she’s doing. Her mouth is magic and I’m on the edge already. “Get ready, I’m going to fill up that throat.”

She sucks harder, faster, until my orgasm clenches my gut and my balls twitch, delivering spasms of white release into her mouth as she swallows and clutches my thighs.

When she pops up, her face is flushed, drool and cum mixing on her lips and chin as I stand up, take her by the hand and half-drag her to her feet.

“You’re not done.”

I press her against the wall next to the back entryway, smack her ass and kick her feet apart.

“Hands on the wall, spread your legs.”

I fist my dick with one hand and pull one of her ass cheeks open with the other, spitting down into her ass crack before reaching under her and scooping some of her slick lubrication from her cunt, spreading it over the tight opening of her ass as she gasps and arches her back.

“You want a cock in your ass?”

She nods, her hair falling around her face as I spit into my palm and spread it on the swollen tip of my dick, then line up with her puckered little asshole.

“Say it,” I bark, slapping my hard-on on her opening. “Say it.” I smack it again as she winces.

“I want you to fuck my ass.”

“Of course you do. You’re my own, perfect, personal little fuck doll, and I promise I’ll never stop using you.” I push the head to her opening and ease forward, feeling her body yield as the tip pops inside, making her gasp. “I’ll never stop loving you either. They go hand in hand, my Cherrie. My dirty girl. My own private toy.”

I take her waist in my grip and thrust in and out until her ass has taken every inch and she’s cursing and pushing back, her ass slapping against my hips as the ocean breeze tickles our hot skin.

We’re heaving and sweating when I fill her with another round of cum, white dripping out of her ass as I retreat, taking her in my arms as she nearly collapses, her legs shaking as I ease us to the outdoor shower and turn it on.

“Such a good girl, my Cherrie.” I guide her under the warm water, washing her body as her eyes start to come back to life.

“It still feels like a dream sometimes.” She smiles up at me as I lather her hair with the floral-scented shampoo. I’ve adopted her stage name as her nickname because she will always be my cherry because she gave me hers.

“Maybe it is. Maybe it’s all a dream.”

“I don’t know if I ever told you. That night, when you came home and caught me in your room?”

“Yeah.”

“I had a dream about you. I dreamed you were touching me and I had an orgasm in my sleep.”

“Is that so?”

She nods. “Then, you came in and caught me. I hated for that dream to end, it was so real. Like you were touching me, whispering to me…”

My chest tightens. All these years later, there are still things we don’t know about each other and I’m surprised I’ve never told her until now.

“Well, I have something to tell you…you have to promise me something though.”

“What?” She narrows her eyes at me as I hold back a smile. “I told you a long time ago, I can’t make promises before I know what I’m promising.”

“This one time, make an exception. Just promise me, you won’t file charges…”

Her eyes snap open. “File charges…?”

“Yeah, because, that night, you weren’t dreaming.”

“I wasn’t?”

“I love you. I loved you that night and I’m pretty sure, you already loved me too. Just remember that…”