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Cole
Mysweetness.
I don’t know if I can take this much longer.
She standing in front of me in just her panties, he white lace bra thrown to the floor.
The panties suit her. I want her in my bed in some filthy black lace, making her pure skin fucking glow in the dim moonlight, but her plain white slightly lacey panties suit her for now.
She hadnoidea she was going to fuck today. She had no idea I would find her today.
That she’d find me.
“My sweetness,” I say, pushing her blonde hair away from her face, “beg me.”
Her skin flushes as she looks up into my eyes, licking her lips.
The sheturns around, and presses her ass out against my hard cock
Fuck.
“Like that?” she breathes sweetly.
“You areso perfect,” I groan as she grinds her pretty little ass against my full, dripping cock. “Justlike that.”
The way her flesh dips in at her waist and then flares out at her hips, the dip in the small of her back, and then the swell of her ass against me has my cockraginglike it hasn’t before.
And not just in the past two years. Not just in the two wasted years I have spent here alone in my mountain made of money and wrapped up tight with barbed wire and stone and ice.
Ever.
“Take off your panties, love,” I say, wrapping one arm around her, pressing my fingers down past the waistband of her underwear, my other hand lacing through her hair and gathering it up in my fist. “Take them offnow.”
I feel her body tense up with want and then melt as she gasps, her fingers lightly grasping the edge of her panties, and then her ass wiggling as they fall down her milky white thighs.
“Show yourself to me,” I grind the words out against the hot air between us. I can smell her desire coming off her skin, and she bends over slightly, spreading her legs apart, my fingers still fisted through her hair, until I can see her perfect, untouched pink pussy appear between her thighs.
“Like this?” she breathes, asking compliantly, so tenderly, so sweetly.
“Yeah, baby. Like that.”
I spin her around and kiss her, taking her into my arms and claiming her lips with mine.
Valoria. Brave. Beautiful. Andperfect.
“I’m going to make you feel so damn good,” I growl, kissing her hair, pulling my lips against her ear. Goosebumps plump up on her upper arm, and my fingers glide up to her neck, pulling her closer. “You don’t have to leave. There is a place here for you. I have been alone for so long. And I could fucking kill the man who tried to hurt you. Theboywho tried to hurt you. But that won’teverhappen again. And you will stay here with me and you will never want foranything. You will never be alone on Valentine’s Day again. You will never be alone again. You will never be lost again”
She pulls away from me, looking up, her blue eyes gleaming in the moonlight.
“But I’m not alone,” she says softly, with a lost hopefulness in her eyes. “I’m not lost. I’mhere. I’m...yours.”
I lift her up and pin her against the wall, and she sweetly wraps her legs around my waist. She can feel my hardness against her soaking wet seam, but I do not break forward through her. I don’t enter her. Not yet.
“Baby, I am going to make you feel like a princess.”
She smiles at me, our lips nearly touching, and her lips pull softly against her cheeks, pulling up at the corners, in the most real expression of purehappinessI have ever seen.
