Stealing Valentine

“Fuck, princess,” Dutch groans into my neck as his muscles coil. “So fucking tight for my cock. Let me in, baby girl. Let me mold this little cunt to fit my cock exactly. Because, princess?”

He pulls back from my neck, his eyes burning hotly in the glow of the moon as our gazes lock.

“Because you’re mine and mine only. Mine will be the only cock this little pussy has or wants.”

I whimper, nodding as I bite my lip. I love how possessive his words are—and how I know how much he means it. And the idea of being his and his only ignites a fire in me. The idea of giving myself to him entirely, and running away with him, and being only his has my legs tightening around him and my lips aching for his.

Because as insane as I know it is, with having just met him, and under the circumstances we’ve met, I know he’s it. I know in my heart this man is the only man I ever want, and I know he means it when he says what he says next.

“You’re it for me, angel,” he says quietly and fiercely. “My only, my everything. There’s no one else in this world for me but you. I saw you,” he growls, “I wanted you, and I took you, and no power on Earth is ever going to take you from me.”

My heart soars as his lips crush to mine, and when he rolls his hips and drives every fat inch of that huge cock deep in my tight little pussy, I scream my pleasure into his mouth.

Our bodies writhe together, Dutch’s hips pulling back and then thrusting back in, driving his thickness deep inside. I cry out, pulling away from his lips and gasping his name as he growls ferociously into my neck. His hand grips my hip tightly, like I’m his, as he slides out, leaving just the thick, swollen crown of his cock stretching out my little pussy before he thrusts back in, burying it to the hilt inside.

I’ve never felt anything like it and knowing that it’s him who’s taken it drives me wild. I undulate under him, thrusting my own hips up to meet him as he starts to slide his cock in and out of me. He pushes deeper, and thrusts harder, his cum-filled balls slapping my ass with every thrust as his muscled, masculine body writhes against mine. I can feel my pussy clinging to him, sucking him back inside every time he pulls out, like it just wants more.

And I do.

“Harder,” I gasp, whimpering as his hips thrust against my thighs. I cry out as he snarls, his body moving faster as he starts to fuck me even harder. I scream, the pleasure exploding through me as he starts to truly dominate me—fucking me hard, and fast, and deep, like he wants to make sure the imprint of him stays in me forever.

“More!” I scream as the heat tingles over my skin, the pleasure boiling inside of me like a bomb about to explode.

I’m drunk off of him, addicted to the feel of his cock deep inside of me. Craving the feel of his hand tightening possessively on my skin, his lips and his stubble dragging hotly over my neck and he groans into my skin. I lock my feet at the small of his back, squeezing him tight with my thighs, wanting him as close to me and as deep in me as possible. My arms tighten on his neck, fingernails dragging up his back as he thrusts harder, and deeper, until I can feel the corners of my reality start to blur.

“Take it all, greedy girl,” he rasps into my ear. “Take every inch of that fat cock, princess. Let me feel that tight little cunt take me as deep as you can. Let me feel that greedy, needy pussy trying to suck the cum from my balls. That what you want? You want me to fill you up? You want to feel my hot cum spurting deep inside of you, coating your womb until it trickles down your thighs?”

I scream, rocking faster, panting, moaning, begging him for more as our hips blur together.

“I know you want to come for me, baby girl,” he groans. “I know this tight little cunt wants to come all over my cock and make me messy with your cum. Go ahead, princess. Make a mess of that cock. I want to feel your cum dripping down my balls when you beg me to give you mine.”

He thrusts in and out, grinding so deep, and when his thumb at my hips slides over to roll my clit, it’s like the walls start to crumble.

“Dutch! I’m—oh fuck!”

“Come for me, princess,” he groans, his body tightening, muscles rippling as his thrust become wild and uncontrolled. “Come for me, love.”