Page 33 of Stalker's Valentine

“You’re fucking perfection,” I repeated. My hands moved to her body, wrapping around to undo her bra. The material dropped, joining the discarded clothes on the ground. I kept my eyes on her.

“You need to stop at any moment, all you gotta do is say so,” I said in a low tone. “Do you get me?”

“I do.” She shivered, and when my eyes dropped, I watched her skin fill with goose bumps.

“You cold, baby?”

“No.” She tersely shook her head. “I feel hot. Really hot and nervous.”

“Nervous?” I repeated with a raspy edge to my voice. “There is“—my lips dropped to her bare shoulder— “absolutely nothing“—they kissed her collarbone— “for you to be“—I kissed the other shoulder—“nervous about,” I promised.

My hands roamed down her arms and over her breasts. I loved their weight in them. The sharp intake of breath made my dick twitch. My thumbs rolled over the dark puckered skin and pulled on them. “Oh!” she whimpered. The sound shot straight to my balls. I would do anything to hear that little sound for a lifetime.

“You’re big,” she whispered, innocently feeding my male ego.

“I’ll fit,” I vowed. “You were made for me, weren’t you, cutie?”

“Yes.” She nodded, and I stepped forward, leading her towards the bed.

“You still good?” I needed to make sure we were on the same page.

“Perfect.”

“Yeah, you are.” I lifted her up and tossed her on the mattress. Her laughter made my heart smile, and when she lifted her body up by her elbows, with that smile on her face that could rival the brightness of the sun, I knew without a doubt I’d do anything to keep her. My hands touched her legs and slid up her thighs.

“You’re so soft,” I whispered, swallowing hard.

My hands stopped at the waistband of her panties, and when she licked her lips, I couldn’t believe this was happening.Finally.Not only that, but she was a virgin. She would only ever have me if I had anything to say about it. I started to tug them down, revealing her pretty pussy. Dark trimmed curls covered what I wanted to see. I pulled her panties off completely and tossed them behind me before I kissed each bare ankle.

“Merri,” she murmured.

“I’m going to eat you,” I shared, kissing her knee. “I’m going to get you nice and wet. Ready for me.”

“You don’t have to.” She tried to shut her thighs, but I wasn’t having it.

“Keep them open,” I growled. My hand itched to spank her. To see my handprint on her skin.

“But I want you. I’m ready,” she whined, and I growled. My cutie pie had a bratty side, and I would fucking enjoy it.

“You are?” I pushed her thighs open. “Let me see just how wet and ready you are, baby.” My eyes dropped, and my Adam’s apple bobbed when I saw her pretty petals open for me, showing off the slice of heaven she had saved just for me. I fell to my knees.

When I pulled her to the edge of the mattress, Scarlett laughed, “Merri!”

“You’re nice and wet, but I’m still going to eat you.” I needed to taste her so damn badly.

“But––“

“No buts,” I ordered. My heart felt like it was ready to bust out of my chest. Finally. Finally, we were here! It’d been less than a month, but Jesus Christ, it felt like I had been waiting my entire life for her. “Keep your legs nice and open for your man, Scarlett.”

“Okay,” she agreed beautifully. Her chest rose and fell heavily the moment her head hit the pillow. From where I kneeled, we could still see one another. My hands reached up and tweaked her nipples. She squirmed and I smiled, letting go of her nipples and stroking her torso.

“Be a good girl for me and stay still.” She nodded, scooting her pussy closer to my face.

Somehow, I found enough strength not to dive right in and eat her pussy out. I kissed the inside of her thighs first. The left then the right, prolonging the inevitable. The feminine scent ofher grew heavier with every press of my lips against her thighs. Her legs shook by the time I took my first swipe. A deep animal-like sound vibrated against the walls, and it took me a moment to realize the sound had come from me.

She tasted like vanilla and woman, and I couldn’t get enough. I lapped at the perfection of her cunt, loving how she grinded against my mouth and beard. She was dripping for me, and I knew she would leave my face a creamy mess. One I would proudly wear like a badge of honor.

One of my arms locked around her waist while the other dropped. My finger teased her entrance as my tongue swirled around her clit. Her little purrs and moans grew louder and louder. My name fell from her tongue like a prayer. Her pussy became slicker and slicker.

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