Page 77 of Texting My Valentine

“You’re so big,” she whispers.

“I’ll take it slow, my perfect poet,” I say, my voice husky, the hunger inside me telling me to do the opposite.

Ravage her. Possess her. Take her. Hard.

She must be able to read my thoughts on my face. She slides her hand down her body, pawing at her slick core, her eyebrowraised in that sassy-as-fuck way. “Maybe I don’t want you to take it slow. Maybe I want you to let all that hunger out.”

She laughs in delight when I throw myself at her, falling back on the bed. I kiss her neck, biting down, reaching with my other hand to grab my dick and guide the tip to her entrance.

When my bulging head kisses her entrance, she gasps, her walls widening around me. She grips my back, sinking her nails in, staring with a mixture of desire and shock.

“Had a change of heart?”

“Oh, Alex…” She bites her lip, nodding. “Maybe slow at first.”

I arch my back, gently grinding my girth into her. She opens her legs wider, her eyelids fluttering the deeper I get. Her pussy is so fucking tight, and I almost lose control, almost give in to the hunger that tells me to thrust savagely all the way in.

She tilts her hips, arching her back, pushing down toward me as I get deeper and deeper inside of her.

“We can’t… pretend… anymore,” she moans, leaning up to kiss my neck.

“I could never pretend,” I groan, her tightness squeezing onto me, her perfection driving me to obsession in a way nobody else ever will. “The second I saw you, Tori, I knew you were the one. Iknew.”

“I know now,” she gasps. “Don’t be mad that it took me a while…”

“The only thing that could make me mad is if your tight, horny hole doesn’t cream for me again.”

Her head falls back when I grind all the way inside of her, her walls tightly clutching the base of my cock. I watch her, captivated. A bomb could go off outside the house, and I wouldn’t be able to look away.

Slowly, a smile spreads across her face. In time with the curve of her lips, her pussy relaxes, pleasure flowing through her. It’s like she’s massaging my length.

She meets my eyes, her confidence returning. “I want it,” she moans. “I want you.”

I slip out of her slowly, then grind in just a little faster. Her body vibrates when I collide with her, her breasts dancing for me, her fullness swaying.

She drags her nails down my chest. “Faster,” she moans. “Harder.”

“Don’t tempt me,” I snarl. “You’ve got no idea how badly I want to watch your body shake for me, your tits bounce.”

“These tits, huh?” She moans, pushing her breasts together, knowing the power she has over me. “Hmm? Is this what you want?”

I let out a savage growl as the reins of my desire loosen. I slip out and then drive firmly and hungrily into her body. She gasps, the mattress making a whining noise as she grabs onto my arms like she thinks she might fly away.

We find a faster rhythm, one that has me hypnotized. I’m in heaven, a man with too many choices. Do I look at her face, the pleasure shaping her expression into something all too captivating, or do I look at her bouncing breasts, or look evenfurther down at my hard steel slipping wetly in and out of her tight, slick hole?

She closes her eyes as she bounces up and down, guiding her tunnel along my hardness. I sense the subtle changes in her body. When she bounces with more determination, I rev up my speed. She rewards me with a soul-searing moan that floods my balls with come and threatens to make me explode.

She drags her nails down my chest, leaving marks, branding me.

“You’re going to come again,” I growl.

“Is that… a… question?” She gasps.

I smirk. “It’s—a—statement.”

The head of my cock pulses for a moment like the come is going to erupt out of me. But there’s no damn way I’m going to give into this all-encompassing pleasure until I’ve felt her drench my cock with her release.

She rocks her hips with more urgency. I take the hint, moving even faster, pounding into her soaked slit, our bodies making wet noises of near release, her pussy singing for me.

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