Page 27 of Dirty Hot Valentine
My hands move up and down the contours of his back muscles. “You know I do.”
His tongue swirls around my areola now as he slips a second finger inside my pussy. “More than my cock?”
I moan and chuckle simultaneously.
A third finger. Fuck.
“Answer.” His teeth graze at my nipple.
I squirm with need and sweet pain. “No.”
“You want my cock inside your pussy instead of my fingers?” He vibrates them inside me.
“Yes, Vik!” I scream and grab his ass, pulling him up to me, his hardness brushing my thigh through the cotton of his boxers. “I don’t just want it. I need it.”
A sexy growl seeps out of his mouth as I dip my fingers beneath the elastic of his underwear and reach the base of his cock. My fist wraps around the full length of his erection, pulling it out, the skin hot and smooth under my touch.
He leaves my pussy and kicks off his boxers. Then he settles on top of me, his body and hard-on heavy. But I welcome them both.
I part my legs, and he rests his palm behind my neck. His lips mashes into mine as his cock plunges inside me.
He closes his eyes and moans. “You’re so fucking wet…and hot. You feel so fucking good, Maggie.”
My hands tighten around his firm ass in response. My pelvis and tits lift, pressing against him, and he begins with slow thrusts.
I moan loudly as my eyes roll back.
“I love it when you moan. When you scream.” he says.
Looking up into his dark green eyes, I can’t help but giving him what he loves. I scream as he fucks me deeper and deeper, as every inch of that big, beautiful cock is sunk inside.
My eyes roll back again at the feeling of his weight crushing me to the bed, and his big hands now pinning me down as his huge cock slams relentlessly in and out of me.
On each inward stroke, I feel the pressure gathering between my folds swell. He picks up the pace, his breaths and groans loud, causing me to clench faster than I anticipate.
“Oh, God. Fuck me, Vik.” I cry out. “Yeah. Please! Fuck meeeee!”
The bed squeaks, and sweat covers his forehead. My hands slip down his glistening skin. The sounds he makes and the powerful thrusts drive me to the edge.
His fingers tangle in my hair as he groans harder. “Come for me, Maggie. I feel your pussy tightening around my cock.”
I sink my nails into his waist, and my back arches. Crying out into his mouth, I come. Instantly, his cock swells and throbs inside me, and then floods me with scalding heat.
Clinging to each other, listening to our racing breaths as we recover, we look into each other’s eyes.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers.
He’s told me that so many times before, but this time he sounds like he’s in pain. What the hell is going on? He’s been acting weird all day.
He’s hiding something from me, and whatever it is, it isn’t pretty. I think the douche in him is about to come out any second now.
Should I expedite things and ask him straight what the hell he’s hiding? Or let him spill it when he’s ready and enjoy it while it lasts?
Damn. I really like the guy. And with Mike’s return…
I really don’t want to be alone any time soon.
I exhale a long breath. “You all right?”
