Page 11 of His Valentine Claim


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She stops a foot away, within reach, fingers playing with the edge of her teddy. “Spread your legs.” She jumps at the barked command but responds quickly, feet shoulder-width apart. I grip her ankles, torturously gliding my hands up her calves and tickling the back of one knee, teasing the skin around the garter.

Reaching her soaked cunt, I run a finger along the string covered by her swollen pussy lips until I touch the pearl. Burning hot, her desire bleeds out of her in waves, drawing me in like a siren’s song.

Hooking a finger through the string, I gently pull Valentine closer, my face level with her pussy. I smell her honey musk tempting me to take a taste. Pressing my head to her belly, I inhale her fragrant scent, poking my tongue out for a light sampling.

She gasps, and her hands go to my hair, gripping the strands and pulling, holding on for dear life as I take another lick, and then another, until my mouth covers as much of her hot cunt as possible. Flicking her clit with my tongue until her fevered moans echo around the room, I feel her body tense as she tries to pull away.

“Please, Roman, please,” she begs, and I chuckle, the sound vibrating through her.

“Please what, sweetheart?” I want the words. I need her to tell me everything she desires because I’m about to blow her mind with my own predilections.

“Make me come.” Her gasp culminates on a groan as I suck her clit, pearl and all, into my mouth, using my teeth to nibble on her sensitive flesh.

My fingers dig into the cheeks of her ass as I eat at her, forcing cries out of her throat that are so loud they’ll be heard throughout the entire floor. I should feel a hint of shame, but the truth is, I’m not fucking done yet.

“Roman!” she screams as her body quivers and shakes in my hold. Getting to my feet, I steal a kiss from her as I back her up to my desk. Swiping the papers and stationery to the floor, I spin her around and lay her flat as I unbuckle my pants.

“I have to tell you something, sweet Valentine.” My grunt is primal as my fingers swipe through her pussy, gathering up her juices and slipping backwards. When I spread her ass cheeks, her eyes fly back to look at me. Wide, curious, with a hint of fear. “I want your pussy, so fucking bad I want it, but not like this, with someone listening.” Pushing two fingers through the tight ring of her asshole, I nearly drop to my knees again.

“I’ve never done that.” She trembles.

“I know, but you’ll let me.” Her teeth nibble at her lip before she nods her head. Eyes closed, Valentine lays her head back down, relaxing against the invasion. “There’s my good girl.”

After a few minutes, she begins pressing back into me, silently asking for more. Brushing the head of my cock through her folds, we damn near ignite into an inferno with how hot the contact is. She melts into me as my fingers work in and out of her ass, stretching her open for the next invasion.

“When I fuck into this tight hole, it’s going to fucking hurt, then it’ll burn, then I’ll set you on fire. We’ll go slow until you’re ready for me to fuck you the way I crave.” She nods again, stretching her arms out in front of her head to hold the other side of my desk.

“I like it.” She shocks me. I knew there was a vixen hiding away in her.

Leaning over her back, I kiss her bare shoulder. “That’s because you’re my dirty good girl.”

Leaving a love bite on her pale skin, I remove my fingers, grab my cock, and line up to her tight little ass before the muscle contracts on me. “Hold on,” I warn, gently pushing in. She remains relaxed, whines low in her throat, and when I’m finally all the way in, my balls slap at her pussy, bumping the little pearl into her clit and making her squeeze the life out of my dick.

“So good, so tight.” Rubbing my hand up and down her spine, she is sweating, vibrating, and moaning all at once. She may not need me to go as slowly as I thought.

There are some hidden sides to Valentine that I don’t think she’s even aware of. “I’m going to start moving now.” It’s the only warning I give as I pull out and slam back in. Over and over, Valentine takes each sharp thrust, every heavy pounding shift of my hips, and when I’m just about to come, I reach around and pinch her clit.

She squeals as I jet out my release into her ass. Pulling away a bit, I push the lace of the lingerie up her back and spurt a stream of my seed onto her spine before returning it to the hole and watching as just the head sits inside of her as my cum squirts out, coating her and leaking out to slide down into the dewy petals of her cunt.

“Holy fuck,” I hiss, rubbing my sperm into her back, across her ass, and down into her pussy. “Stand up.” I need to mark her everywhere. As she turns to face me, a dreamy look takes hold of her face. Her lips are swollen and pouty, her eyes hooded, and when I reach my hand up to rub more cum onto her tits, her head drops back, and I can’t resist. Can’t fucking resist using that same hand to rub up and down her slender throat, coating nearly half her body in my essence.

When her head rolls back across her shoulders, mouth partially open, I trace her lips with a finger before dipping it into her mouth with the command, “Suck.”

My dick twitches as she takes the digit to the back of her throat, hollowing out her cheeks and swallowing while moaning in pleasure.

I hit the fucking jackpot with my dirty good girl.

CHAPTER9

Valentine

Everything vibrates and aches. Roman was deliciously dirty and rough in his office, giving me a glimpse of what our life could be like before introducing me to it full-stop. After we cleaned up, he didn’t allow me to shower, wanting his scent all over me until we returned to his penthouse, and a part of me fell in love with him after that. Butheshowered quickly in his office bathroom, which is twice the size of the one in the apartment I share with my sisters.

After stopping to pick up Thai food on the way to his home, we rode in silence, and now as the doors open to the apartment, I’m taken away by not only the view of the city at night but the amount of shopping bags littering the floor of the living room.

“Someone have fun shopping today?” I laugh. I could only dream of a trip like this.

“I did.” He sounds amused as he puts the takeout bag on the kitchen counter. “It’s all for you.”

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