Page 14 of Devil's Valentine

“Fucking hell,” I grunt and bury my face between her breasts. Suffocating between her tits would be the perfect way to go. Or maybe with her sitting on my face.

What a fucking toss-up.

Sucking one of her hard nipples into my mouth, has her grinding her pussy against the bulge in my boxers. The heat coming off has pre-cum dripping from the tip of my dick. The way she rides the length of me while letting out little moans and whimper is music to my ears.

“That’s right, Sugar, grind down on my cock,” I rumble after letting her nipple go with a pop and moving toward the other one.

I nip at her cleavage before I give her other nipple the same attention. The little gasp of surprise and pleasure she lets out makes me feel like a fucking hero.

I’ll be her hero. Only hers.

“Please Frenzy,” she pants, and I bite down on her nipple. She makes a yowling sound before chanting, “Dean. Dean, I meant Dean.”

I tug what is left of the tattered lace that was her panties and then toss the fabric behind me, not giving a single fuck where it lands. Using my shoulders to push her thighs apart, I settle between her legs and take in her pretty pussy.

“I can see how soaked you are for me, Sugar.” I look up her body to find her brown eyes studying me, but it’s the shock and uncertainty that I see there which has me wondering if she’s more inexperienced than I originally thought. My voice is gentle when I ask, “Are you a virgin?”

She shakes her head rapidly as she explains, “No, but no one has ever gone down on me.” There’s a forced casualness in her voice that I hate.

Without warning, I slide my tongue between her dewy pussy lips before flicking her clit with my tongue. Her taste, tangy with a hint of her sweetness, hits me and my eyes practically roll back in my head. I rumble against her clit, “I promise that I’ll eat your sweet cunt until you can’t move and forget your own name, but it’ll have to wait.”

She pants, need shining in her eyes, “Why does it have to wait?”

“Naughty girl,” I murmur before I stand up, grab my jeans and pull a condom out of my wallet. I push my boxer briefs down and off as I smirk at my woman. “Because I need to be inside of you, and I can’t wait.” I wrap my hand around my length and pump a few times, but it does nothing to help with how fucking turned on I am. “My cock won’t wait either.”

Her eyes soak, me in and then widen as she takes in my dick. Fuck, the way she’s looking at me is heady. She forms a perfect o with her lips before her eyes snap up to mine.

“I don’t think that’ll fit. Holy shit,” she breathes out. “How the hell do you get anything done with something that size in your pants?”

I throw my head back and laugh. When was the last time I laughed while naked? When was the last time sex was fun instead of being a means to an end? Never?

My heart warms as I sheath my length in the condom and then crawl over my woman’s body. My hand slides between her legs and I plunge two fingers inside of her without warning. She doesn’t jolt or try and pull away from me; no, my woman moans and opens her legs even wider for me.

“I’ll fit, Sugar. You were made for me. I’ll stretch you so good,” I lean down and nip at her earlobe, “and mold your sweet pussy to my dick. I’m going to ruin you for all other men.”

“I think you already have,” her voice is dazed.

I pump my fingers inside of her, the sound of how wet she is filling the room. When I add another finger, I use them to stretch her and watch as bliss covers her features while my thumb plays with her clit. If it burns or hurts, she doesn’t show it at all.

Yeah, she’s fucking perfect for me.

When she’s right on the edge, I pull my fingers out of her and she groans, “Wait, I was so close.”

With my hand wrapped around the base of my length, I position the crown at her entrance and look into her eyes. “I know, but you’ll be coming on my cock, Sugar.”

Her eyes twinkle with mischievousness as her legs wrap around my waist and she tries to pull me deeper inside of her wet channel. I don’t let her take control as I plunge my fingers into her hair and grip the strands at the base of her skull. I enter her slowly as I use my hold to make her arch her back and neck.

She’s so fucking wet that I glide into her, but I make sure not to rush anything because even as her pussy stretches around me, I know she needs to adjust to my size. She grunts when I bottom out and rotate my hips which causes my pelvis to rub against her sensitive clit.

“Dean,” she whimpers, “please. I need you to fuck me.”

“Anything for you, Scarlett,” I rasp.

When our eyes meet, hers hooded and mine intense and filled with my intent to bury myself inside of this woman every day for the rest of our lives, I start to move. At first, each thrust is fluid and gentle. But then her pussy squeezes around me and I’m fucking lost.

“So tight and so fucking warm,” I growl as I star to fuck her faster and harder.

As I start to slam inside of her, my fingers tighten in her hair and the walls of her pussy flutter around me. She’s close.

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