Page 23 of My Brutal Valentines

I pull her thighs into me, planting my lips across them until I’m greeted with her glistening cunt. My mouth goes straight for her clit, lapping at it as her thigh pulls me closer, pinning me to her center.

I hum in satisfaction, my lips vibrating against her and she shudders, her knees growing weak. Tilting my head back, I glance at her glazed-over eyes as I pull her down and lay her on the canvas.

Crawling up her body, I tease her flesh, nipping at all of the sensitive spots until I get to the back of her ear. She’s panting hard now.

“I need you,” she says, desperate.

“I need to paint you.” Sitting up, I strip my pants off and grab the paint before moving back to her. Usually with Evie, I see black and red, but not this time. Lately, she’s been brighter. So I grab greens and gold, reminding me of the forest on our honeymoon trip.

Using a longer brush that leaves wide strokes, I dip it into the dark greens, tracing the shadows of her body, then the lighter greens with a narrower brush. When I get to the gold, I cover all of her sensitive spots. Her neck, nipples, her sex.

I’m tempted to flip her over and paint her back too, but when the last of my strokes circles her glistening pussy, I can tell she’s too horny for that. Damien might get off on edging her, but I enjoy her pleasure as if it were my own. So if she’s this needy, I want to give her what she wants.

Laying down the brush beside her, I lean over to kiss her. Evie’s body molds to mine perfectly. With next to no effort, she flips us.

“My turn,” she says, dipping her brush in the white. “I want this canvas to show just how much I love to touch your body.”

“Get me wet then, babe.”

She grins as she uses a fan brush to flick over my nipples as she straddles me, my dick quickly growing hard under her delicious heat. By the time she trails a round brush down to my cock, it’s weeping for her. She swipes her finger over the tip before placing it in her mouth as she groans in delight.

Thankfully, these paints are safe to use with sex or I would be about to die from blue balls. I’m so hard that the head of my cock aches as she teases it with the brush.

“I want you to paint the canvas with your cum,” she says, and I nearly lose all control.

My hand threads into her hair as I move to sit up, yanking her head back while I bite on her neck. She cries out, but when I rub my dick along her clit, her tone changes. She pushes into me, greedy for more.

“Are you ready for me to fuck you then?” I ask.

“Yes, Lev. Give it to me. I need you.”

I rock my hips under her again, making sure my piercing glides along her sensitive nub. “Tell me how much you need me.” I keep up the pace on her clit as whines of pleasure and desperation leave her lips. “Tell me how much you want your Ghost to fuck you.”

She bites her lip. “I need you more than I need to breathe. So, Ghost, are you going to take my breath away?”

And that’s all I needed. I flip her onto her front, paint gliding across the canvas as I pull her ass back and up in the air, right before I slam home.

She cries out, her back arching as she pushes back into me. Her perfect ass claps against me, the sound vibrating through the entire room. I squeeze and knead each cheek, loving how responsive she is to my touches. She moans when I grab them both and open her up for me.

Pulling out, I drop down and lick her from this angle, tasting her arousal as it explodes on my tastebuds. She spreads herthighs as I push two fingers inside her, stroking her on the inside as my tongue circles her clit.

Her heavy breaths greet my ears, and I can feel how close she is. I want her to give it to me, want to feel her walls milk my fingers before I force them to milk my cock.

“Give it to me, Lucky Charm.” I press one finger into her ass, my teeth grazing along her clit as I suck. She erupts like a fucking volcano.

By the stars, it’s incredible. Her cum floods the canvas below us while I lap up every bit I can manage. Her legs quake as she comes down, so I roll her on her back as I peer down.

“I fucking love you, Ghost.”

I grin. “I love you too.”

Propping herself up on her forearms, she watches as I line my cock up with her entrance. Green and gold paint cover the base, and as I slide into her it drips between her cheeks onto the canvas.

I can’t wait to have this hanging on the wall of our home. I will point out every drop to her so that she never forgets this. Her arousal mixes with the colors on the canvas, making it look outlined in a cream that only we will know how it was made.

I slide in and out of her, rolling my hips so my piercing rubs along her g-spot. She spreads her legs wide for me, so I go deeper.

“Fuck!” Her body collapses to the paint, her hair mixing with all of the colors until they fan across the canvas in a way I have never seen a brush do before. There are some pieces of art that captivate an artist. They will work for years to attempt to reproduce it, and I have no doubt this piece will be like that.

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