Page 15 of Devil's Valentine

“What a good girl, Sugar,” I praise her. “You’re so close to giving me exactly what I want. You’re going to come all over my cock, coat me in your pretty pussy juice, and squeeze the jizz right out of me.”

She gasps, “Fuck, Dean. Yes, please.”

I know what she needs. My body is attuned to her and more than willing to give her everything. Fucking everything.

My hips punch forward harder and swivel every time I’m buried inside of her balls deep. She starts to arch her body, her skin sliding against mine as she meets each one of my thrusts, her body demanding more. Demanding everything.

When she comes, it’s with my name on her lips. It’s too damn good and I can’t hold out much longer.

With three more thrusts, I’m pushing as far inside of her as I can get and roaring out my release. My body feels fucking boneless as I collapse on top of her and bury my face in her neck. She doesn’t seem to mind my weight, her limbs wrapping around me and holding me close.

Our breathing is ragged, and I know it’s not going to be the last time I take her tonight. I can’t seem to get enough of my girl.

“Next time, I’m going to be taking you fucking raw, Sugar,” I rasp against her neck, and she shivers. Her fingertips slide up and down my back, not caring about the sheen of sweat there. “Tomorrow cameras are being installed in Crescent Sugar,” I assure her, hoping she doesn’t put up some kind of fight.

“Mmm-kay,” she murmurs, and I can tell she’s still too blissed out to pay attention.

I’m more than okay with it.

This woman is mine now, and I’m not letting her go. Whoever has been fucking with her bakery better stop or else they’ll have to deal with me. And all of my brothers at my back.

CHAPTER 7

SCARLETT

Dean has been standing in the kitchen of my bakery all day. He woke up with me this morning and carried me straight into the shower. He washed me from head to toe, not missing a spot. Then he fucked me with his fingers before he lifted me, pressed my back against the tile, and fucked me hard and fast.

I guess he was serious when he said that he was going to be taking me raw the next time he fucked me. There was something feral in his eyes as he pushed into me. It felt so damn good, and he fucked me so hard that I didn’t have the heart to tell him I’m on birth control until after he was done, and we were drying off.

I just didn’t want to hide it from him or omit the truth. His face fell for a moment and then determination flashed in his eyes.

I’m sure he’ll be trying to convince me to go off birth control at some point. And I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s soon. Thatshould be having me run for the hills, but I don’t want to.

It makes no sense. We’ve known each other for only a few days. I shouldn’t be thinking about babies. If he were any other man, I wouldn’t have let him have my body at this point.

But there’s something about Dean that makes my heart feel full and whole for the first time. Is that what happens when you meet the other part of your soul? I thought I was only missing my mom, I thought she was the only hole in my life.

Now, I’ve realized very quickly just how wrong I was. I didn’t even know that I was missing something even bigger until I walked out of the back of my bakery and saw Dean.

I can feel his eyes on me. It’s distracting and I’m unable to remember how much flour I need to measure to make some macrons. It shouldn’t be this difficult to remember something so simple, something I’ve done a million times without needing to think very hard about it.

When I glance over at him, I almost fumble the bowl in my hands. With an annoyed breath I force myself to focus.

“Don’t get distracted by the hotness,” I mumble to myself.

I swear I can feel the amusement coming from Dean in waves. He probably heard me. I know I’m not as quiet as I thought I was, as I wanted to be.

The man is droolworthy.

“Something to say, Sugar?”

A shiver works its way up my back, and I shoot a glare over my shoulder. The smirk on his face is sexy as hell and my pussy clenches in response.

“You are distracting,” I admit, the words full of sass as I pout.

“Good,” he grunts.

I don’t have to see him to know that he’s moving toward me. When he presses his body to my back, I lean back against him. “I’m trying to work,” I whisper.

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