Page 12 of Her Jealous Valentine

After a short, awkward struggle to maneuver his boxers out of the way in such a confined space, his cock springs free in front of my eyes. My entire body vibrates with a chill at the thought of this thing entering me. It’s thick, veiny, and nearly the length of my forearm.

But the nervous apprehension is quickly consumed by thrill.

Wrapping my hand around the base, I roll my head over Victor’s chest until I’m facing his thick girth. My first stroke is met with a soft groan, and as my pace hastens, so do the sounds emitting from Victor.

I observe him for a moment instead of taking things further. Watch as his head snaps back and his eyes lock onto the ceiling. See the strain his flexing muscles put on the poor seams of his shirt. I can’t stop grinning at the idea that I’m the one making this giant monster squirm.

“Victor,” I call when I’ve had my fill. I don’t stop my hand’s motion but allow the other to travel to his strong jaw and bring his face back to meet mine.

He doesn’t speak, or maybe he can’t while getting his cock stroked, but his eyes meet mine with the same fiery passion I saw a few nights ago.

And while staring deep into them, I scooch forward and kiss him, kicking off the rest of our night’s adventure.

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VICTOR

My cock’s never been this hard before. Days of torture from the images my mind has conjured of Olivia, plus her actual teasing and taunting, have driven me mad with lust.

Now I get to experience her in full and empty my balls inside Olivia’s womb.

Without breaking the kiss she started, Olivia adjusts herself until she’s standing on her knees at my side. What’s far more pleasing is the fact that her hand hasn’t moved from my erection.

She grabs the back of my neck with her free hand and locks me into the kiss while she continues to work my shaft with increasing pace and force until I’m writhing in her grip and moaning into her mouth. She grins against my lips before pulling away. She starts moving again, but so lost in the haze of pleasure and dripping desire, I don’t realize what she’s doing until she’s kicked one leg over my body, and she’s sitting on my chest.

And when I open my eyes, I realize how far away I have drifted. Though my absence was brief, Olivia managed to take off her panties without me realizing. And now, her clean-shaven cunt is inches from my face, begging for round two of my tongue lashing.

With her hand behind my neck, Olivia guides my head toward her slickness, and I oblige without a care in this world. Fuck, she could drown me in these liquids, and I’d die a happy man.

“Who knew that mouth of yours was good at so much more than just charming my pants off?” She’s teasing me? Right now? Hardly seems fair when I can’t defend myself.

Who am I kidding? She can say whatever she damn pleases right now. There’s no way I’m moving my tongue away from her delicious nectar.

“That feels so good, baby,” Olivia groans and starts moving her hips in time with her hand thrusts and my tongue strokes.

We’re in perfect sync. A harmonious machine with the sole purpose of delivering orgasmic pleasure.

Olivia stops her stroking, and she takes off what little clothing she has. She discards it to my side, and the view from down here is fucking superb. I can see her lips part as she squeaks out her various sounds. The tantalizing movement of her voluptuous breasts bouncing as she grinds against my face. More importantly, her flat tummy that won’t stay this way for long.

It’s this thought that sends me into a wild frenzy. My hands dart towards her tits, with one starting massaging the mound while the other starts teasing the pointy bud of her nipple.

I roll out the flat pad of my tongue as Olivia slides her soaked pussy over it. When she reaches the top of her motion, I slide the tip of my tongue inside her tight, wet hole, and as she pulls herself back down, I lash it over her engorged nub.

Between moans and latching onto fistfuls of my hair to steady herself, Olivia runs her palm up and down her tongue. She giggles in delight as she sends the now-wet hand back to my shaft and wraps it around my overly sensitive tip. She rolls her palm over it while awkwardly leaning back to send her free hand to my balls.

The view’s only getting better, it seems, as now I have a full body shot—from her clit all the way to her face that’s scrunching up in delight. And had it not been for my mouth being so preoccupied, I’d be screaming from just her hands.

Then it hits me.

If this is the magic her hands can do, what’s this sweet pussy going to feel like?

It looks like I’ll get my answer sooner than expected when her body starts to shake, and she can hardly keep her leaned-back position upright. She’s on the verge of climax, only this time, she’s doing it with my cock firmly in her grip. And with her limbs rattling haphazardly, her fist thrusting forces a thunderous growl out of my mouth against her soaked flesh.

Desperate, needy whimpers replace the moans from seconds before. Her legs tighten against me, squeezing so tightly it nearly forces all the air out of my lungs.

That’s it. Come for me.

Olivia flings herself forward and wraps both her palms around my face. A mix of moans, groans, and attempts to catch her breath emit in quick succession as she hits her high and melts into the pure bliss of an orgasm.

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