Page 17 of My Pucking Valentine

“After,” I murmur against her lips.

“After?” she asks, her voice coming out breathily.

Chuckling, I slide my hands down to her ass and pick her feet up off the floor. Her hands grip my shoulders as she looks into my eyes. “After I fuck you,” I rasp.

Her lips curve up into a smile as I lay her down on the bed. Releasing her body, I grip the insides of her thighs and spread her wide. I grunt at the sight of her slick pussy.

Wrapping my fingers around my cock, I stroke myself a couple of times before I climb on the bed between her legs. My hands are behind her knees to guide her legs up and spread them as wide as possible.

“Please, Luke.”

Clenching my jaw, I gnash my teeth as I try to hold my shit together. She feels so goddamn good. I want to pound into her body hard and fast. My fingers dig into the flesh of her inner thighs. She’s going to wear my marks tomorrow.

“Please what?” I ask through my teeth.

Her nails slowly scratch up my back, then make their way back down until they dig into my ass. “Move,” she moans.

Lowering my head, I touch my nose to hers. “Yes, baby. Tell me you love me.”

“Luke,” she moans.

I brush my lips across hers but don’t deepen the kiss. Instead, I repeat myself. “Tell me you love me.”

“Why?” she whimpers.

“I need it.”

I do. I need to know that she loves me. I need her to tell me. I need to feel it deep inside of my core. There is a moment of silence, and I think she’s not going to say it. I’m not sure how much control I have to wait even a second longer.

Thankfully, she puts me out of my misery. “I love you, Luke.”

Damn right she does.

I pull out of her body then sink back inside slowly, rolling my hips, grinding my pelvis against her clit once, twice, three times. She’s sensitive from her orgasm, and I hope she comes quickly again because I don’t know how long I can last.

Lifting my head, I look into her eyes as I move. I want to watch her again and decide that I want to see her body move freely, so I roll onto my back. Our connection stays intact as she switches to the top position.

“Ride me, baby,” I murmur.

Her palms press against my chest for stability, her eyes focus on mine, and I watch as she begins to move… slowly. Achingly fucking slowly. I wrap my fingers around her hips but don’t control her movements. Instead, I just hold on to her and take in every sway and shift of her stunning body.

“There’s only you, baby,” I state.

Clara’s lips press together as she grinds her clit down against my pelvis with each buck of her hips. Her tits sway, her hair shifts around her arms. Watching her, I try to memorize each movement. I don’t ever want to forget this night, this scene, this feeling.

Because I love her, too.

Deeply.

Before I can tell her that, I hear her gasp. Then her head falls back as her hips begin to move faster and grind harder, and then her head straightens, her eyes pop open, and her lips part in awe. That’s when I feel her cunt tighten around me.

Shit.

Flipping her onto her back, I pound into her hard and fast. It only takes four pumps before I bury myself deep inside of her, and I roar with my own orgasm. Clara’s arms and legs wrap around me as if she is trying to keep me here, and I would stay if I could—forever.

Sliding my thumb along the underside of her eye, I cup her cheek before I lower my head and touch my lips to hers in a chaste kiss.

“I love you, too.”

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