Crazy Heifer (The Valentine Boys 2)

I swallowed hard.

“Click on that one.” I pointed at the bottom left corner. “Why is that one rated ‘the best of March?’”

He clicked on it, then rolled us both, situating himself directly behind me, acting as the big spoon.

His cock was pressed up tight to my ass, and he was up on an elbow as he ran his hand up the center of my torso, coming to a stop at my breast.

He cupped one plump orb in his hand and said, “Watch it and find out.”

I swallowed hard, trying to concentrate on the movie.

It was of a couple much like us. The man very, very fit, and the woman pleasantly plump in all the right places. Big boobs, plenty of ass, and an hourglass shape that I would’ve killed for.

My eyes were on the woman, not the man, so when he slowly laid her down and started to work his way down her body slowly, I felt things inside of me tingle.

Then Callum pinched my breast, making me squirm.

My breath hitched, and I bit my lip to keep the moans to a minimum.

“I don’t know, Callum,” I tried to say, hoping that he’d see how uncomfortable I was and turn it off. “I’ve never watched porn before.”

“Really?” he asked. “Why not?”

I thought about that for a few seconds before I answered with, “Because porn was always a bad thing where I grew up. My dad’s a preacher, and my mom’s a preacher’s wife. Porn is not something that we ever, ever would watch or talk about. Hell, they’re still mad at me because I divorced my ex instead of trying to work it out.”

“Porn isn’t bad, baby,” he said. “In fact, it can be a good thing. See?”

He gestured to the screen where the man was running his lips down the mid-line of the woman’s body, not stopping at anything in particular. However, the movement was so freakin’ erotic that I squirmed.

“Good, huh?” he rasped against the back of my neck.

Then his hand started to explore.

Where the man touched the woman on the screen, he did much the same to me.

He touched and plucked, felt and petted.

And when the man on the screen finally pushed the woman’s thighs apart and slowly penetrated the woman, Callum lifted my leg up and back, allowing it to rest on the top of his thigh as he caught his cock and touched it to my entrance.

He paused. “Are you protected?”

I nodded once. “Are you…clean? I had a full line of tests done after I learned about the cheating,” I admitted. “I’m clean, and I’m on birth control.”

“Yes. I am.” He growled, and I wasn’t sure if it was in reference to the cheating on Mal’s part, or the fact that it meant he could take me bare, that had caused his voice to get all possessive.

Whatever the reason, it was hot as hell, and I liked every second of that growl.

“So bare it is,” he grunted, pressing the head of his cock to my entrance. “Never been bare in a girl before.”

I licked my lips.

I’d never had a man bare in me, either.

“Me neither,” I admitted.

He paused with the head of his cock—which was already stretching me—worked inside of me.

“You were married,” he said in disbelief.

“I was,” I confirmed. “But I’d never gotten on birth control. I hadn’t found one that agreed with me. I’m on a low hormonal one now that doesn’t seem to have many side effects other than a little weight gain. Back then, I was worried about the ‘little weight gain’ so I chose condoms instead.”

He squeezed my hip and started to give me more of him.

Already I was so full that it was on the verge of uncomfortable.

I couldn’t stop myself from looking away from the screen and down at the man that was invading my body with his hard, massive cock.

He was only halfway inside, and I had a flash of ‘it’s not going to fit’ when he pulled back and worked more of himself inside of me.

“Watch the video,” he ordered.

I couldn’t look away from what was going on between our legs.

I didn’t need a video. I had a real life, never going to forget this moment for the rest of my life, porno going on—with Callum and me as co-stars.

I gasped when he finally worked himself all the way in, then closed my eyes and squeezed them tight as he pinched my nipple.

I bit my lip as he started to move.

Slowly in and out, back and forth.

He never pulled all the way out of me, and when the woman on the screen started to moan, I did, too.

His mouth went to my neck and he bit down lightly on the muscle of my shoulder, not so hard that it would hurt, but hard enough that I knew it would leave a mark. As in, a mark that you could likely see when I was wearing my tank top later to work out in.