Page 13 of Her Jealous Valentine

When she makes her way back to Earth from her place among the stars, Olivia’s eyes snap onto mine. Her hapless panting can’t stop the grin stretching across her red-flushed cheeks.

“You sure do know how to treat a woman, Mr. Valentine,” she says, sliding her hand down my body again to latch onto my girth. No stroking this time, she just keeps it pinned in place.

“What can I say?” My words come out muffled with her crotch still against my face. She giggles and lifts her hips to hear what I’m saying better. “You bring out the best in me.”

“Is that so?” A devious twinkle flashes in her deep blue eyes. “Well, maybe it’s time you show me the worst.”

In one swift motion, Olivia sinks her body down the length of mine, and as if it were some choreographed move, the tip of my manhood slips inside her with ease.

A choked noise catches in the back of my throat at the sudden feeling of tightness suffocating my cock. I swing my arms around Olivia and latch onto her as if I’m about to fall through the floor.

To stop myself from sputtering the same sounds over and over, I bury my face between her tits and make my tongue get back to work. Long licks across the warm skin come to an end as I suck one of her nipples into my mouth. I tease it with a gentle graze from my teeth, forcing another wild howl out of her before lapping over it with my tongue.

In the short time we’ve known each other, I’ve pictured this moment a thousand times. Played it on repeat in my head as some way to ready my body for our first time together.

But there was no preparation for how fucking amazing she felt engulfing me. It’s like the first lick of ice cream on a hot summer’s day. That smell of flowers in the springtime when the ice thaws. Fuck, it’s all those pretty things and so much better all at once.

Maybe I’m the one who’s falling in love.

Olivia digs her free hand into my chest, bundling my shirt in a tight fist as she adjusts to my size, expanding her entrance. She sucks in short, deep breaths, taking her time to move lower. And where I want to bask in the beauty of this moment, stay here with the beautiful thoughts she inspires inside me, her movements aren’t doing me any favors.

Every inch she sinks tickles my brain and pushes me closer to the edge of primal savagery. And like my ancestors of old, it’s crying out for the only important thing in this life:

Mate. Multiply. Flood this world with your offspring.

I start trailing kisses up her chest and into the crook of her neck as she finds the confidence to take me in deeper. Peppering more pecks up her damp flesh, my kisses stop against her earlobe, and I suck it into my mouth to a giddyahfrom Olivia.

“You’re mine now, Olivia.” I snarl as every muscle in my body tightens, threatening sweet release. “And I don’t like to share.”

Her big eyes roll to the back of her head as she speaks. “Yours. All yours.”

Getting used to my size, Olivia starts rocking her hips back and forth. Still slow, taking her time and not rushing into anything. But the more I speak, the deeper she sinks into my pit of depravity.

“My woman. My Goddess.” For the first time since she dropped onto me, I start moving my body in time with hers. I slide my hands onto her hips, replacing the rocking with the first slow thrust. Pulling nearly all the way out before sliding inch by glorious inch back inside her gooey core.

“The mother of my children.” I’ve gotta tell her at some point, right? Why not when I’m about to make this dream come true?

She squeals delightedly at my last utterance and clasps my face with both hands. From eye rolling to a deeply giddy stare, with a beaming smile, Olivia asks, “Are you serious?”

“More than you could realize.” I can’t muster the same excitement while fighting the urge to lose control.

“Then do it.” She drops her face to mine and starts kissing me. “Fuck me. Spill your come into me. Fill me up and make me yours.”

Hearing her say the words I’m so desperate to hear, I can’t hold back anymore. I tighten my grip on her, and though I try to keep the first few thrusts in the same timid rhythm as my first, they’re quickly replaced by our bodies slamming violently against one another.

“Claimed.” My pace increases, and the sound of our flesh slapping sends me into blind obedience to fill her to the brim.

“Fucked.” The second word brings me right to the edge of orgasm. It’s a miracle I’ve lasted this long.

“Impregnated.” My final word trails off into a monumental roar that echoes throughout the apartment. And the same coil spring that formed and began its tightening the first night we spent together releases in an explosion of my seed shooting inside Olivia.

“Oh fuck, it’s so hot. It feels so good inside me,” Olivia mutters, still gyrating her hips over my cock and extracting every ounce of pleasure she can take from me.

When she’s satisfied and no doubt exhausted from exploding on top of me a handful of times, Olivia crumbles forward and kisses me. It’s a gentle, tender surprise. Starkly contrasting against the feral creature who initiated this dance of delights.

She parts from our kiss to rest her head against my chest, not once making any effort to remove my cock from her depths. Every now and then, an involuntary flex makes her jump and yelp the cutest sound I’ve ever fucking heard.

It doesn’t take long for Olivia to fall asleep in my arms, with her head resting over my heart. And as I feel the gentle lull of slumber beckoning me closer, all I can do is smile.

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