Page 44 of Puck Me, Valentine
“Val, baby… Are you enjoying this?”
“Don’t stop,” I whisper, almost in a panic. “I need… more and more.”
“You really shouldn’t have said that,” Devlin groans.
He begins to thrust faster and harder, rocking over me. He hits that specific spot inside, and sparks fly behind my eyelids.
He fucks me right into the mattress, his swollen cock bottoming out with every stroke.
I let out a series of pitiful whimpers, my hands clutching his shoulders. He tugs roughly at my nipples, promising to make me leak like this every single day.
With a series of whimpering moans, I come on his cock, my whole body shuddering as he keeps pounding into me.
The sound is wet, my hole squelching slightly as he claims me over and over.
“Devlin,” I whimper. “Please, please…”
“Anything you want, just let me come right inside you…”
“Yes,” I gasp, nodding. “Come inside me.”
He lets out a guttural roar, emptying himself deep within me in a long, hot sequence of pulses.
He stays there for a long time, watching me with a dark, satisfied intensity as he slowly withdraws. He watches the semen flow out of me for a long time before carefully tucking the duvet around my body.
… I wake up at dawn. My body aches with a strange, heavy tiredness.
I sit bolt upright in bed, my hair a complete disaster. For a second, a wave of distress hits me—the bed beside me is empty.
Then I see him.
Devlin is sitting in the chair by my desk, right in front of the bed. He’s staring at me with a silent, intent gaze. He doesn’t even flinch when our eyes meet.
“What the hell,” I laugh awkwardly, my voice raspy. “Devlin?”
“Mmm?”
“Why are you sitting there staring at the bed? It’s early, isn’t it?”
“I’m not looking at the bed,” he says evenly.
I feel playful. I crawl over to him on my knees, the duvet trailing behind me. We look into each other’s eyes for a while. He barely blinks. Then he deftly snatches me up and lifts me onto his lap. I laugh.
“You’re so strange sometimes.”
“Does it bother you?”
“Nah,” I whisper, averting my gaze. “I like it.”
He raises a hand to stroke my throat. “You’ll still manage to get about an hour’s sleep.”
“What about you?”
“I don’t want to sleep.” He gently kisses my ear.
“You seem pensive… even a bit sad,” I say, watching him anxiously.
There is a long pause. He looks away, though he continues to stroke my neck. “I don’t docasual, Val. I don’t want anything vague or in-between. I’ve made up my mind. When I see you… I want a family.”
