Now. Now she’s ready for me to pluck that cherry and make her all fucking mine.
She gasps as I stand and then scoop her into my arms, and when I turn and stride from the room carrying her, she giggles.
“And where exactly are you taking me?”
“To a bed.”
She blushes, green fire sparking in her eyes.
“Because when I take you, sweetness,” I purr into her lips, moving for the huge master bedroom. “It won’t be on a couch, or the floor. I want you in a bed, so I can fuck you like the princess you are. Like a queen. I want you spread out on clean white sheets when I make you mine.”
I take the stairs two at a time, moving down the glass-lined hallway with full views of the beach and the ocean, and into the master bedroom. This room is also mostly glass, and the moon ripples off the ocean, illuminating the room in pale, shimmering white as I lay her down across the big king-sized bed and move between her thighs.
I’m still hard as steel as I pump my cock in my hand. I reach down with the other one, and when my thumb starts to roll her clit, she whimpers so sweetly. I growl, rubbing my hot, sticky cum into her clit, pushing it down and sliding my thumb inside of her, getting her so fucking slick with me—giving her pussy a little taste of me.
I slide my thumb back to her clit, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles as she starts to whimper and pant for more. I ease my swollen cock head against her lips, easing it between them and against her impossibly tight opening. My gaze drags up to hers, and I see the hunger and the need blazing being her eyes.
“And now, little princess,” I groan, every muscle in my body poised and coiled and ready to take her.
“Now, I’m going to make you mine.”
Chapter 9
Valentine
White moonlight bathes the room in this dreamlike glow, and when I sink back into the clean, soft white sheets, that’s what it feels like.
…Like I’m in a dream.
It feels like a fantasy, stretched out naked on this huge bed, with the sounds of the ocean faint and quiet in the background. And slowly moving over me, his rock-hard muscles rippling like an animal and his fierce blue eyes piercing into mine, is him.
The man who’s about to take my virginity.
I’ve never been one of those girls who lays awake at night dreaming of her wedding, or the perfect guy, or even what her first time would be like. I mean, I’ve fantasized. I’ve had dirty thoughts about sex—really, really hot and dirty thoughts, mostly sourced from the pages of smutty romance books. I mean I’m not a robot. But in terms of a “first time,” it’s never been something I’ve dwelled on. I knew I never wanted it to be this dumb, awkward, fumbly thing in some frat boy’s backseat. I knew I didn’t want to just go out to a bar and find a stranger. Beyond that, though, I guess I just never thought about it.
But here? In this house, with the moon, and the ocean, and more importunely, with Dutch?
Oh, believe me. This is every freaking inch the fantasy, even if I didn’t know it until now.
My skin is tingling with so much energy that I swear I could look down and see little cartoon lightning bolts sparking across my body. A heat swells inside of me, burning into my core and making my toes curl. My eyes drop down my body, and the sight of his cum glistening on my skin in the moonlight has my breath catching as my pulse surges.
God, do I want this, and I want it with him.
Pinned to the bed like this, under him, already marked by him—it feels so fucking dirty and hot, and yet so right. Feeling his sticky cum trickling down my pussy and pooling in my belly button is so wrong, but it ignites this fire inside of me that I’ve never known. He groans as he leans down, and when our lips crush together, I moan my want for him into his mouth as my legs open wide for him.
My thighs curl around his muscled hips, his body so warm and hard as he settles between my legs. Dutch growls lowly, rolling his hips, and when I feel that velvety and yet iron-hard head of his cock tease between my lips, I nod eagerly as my lips trail to his ear.
“I’m all yours,” I whisper heatedly, panting as my thighs clench and my nails drag over his muscled back.
“I know.”
The words he growls make my pulse skip a beat, and when he eases into me, I let the pleasure melt into me. His swollen cock head pushes easily into my pussy, even as tight as I am. I’m so wet for him, and with his sticky cum all over my lips, he finds no resistance as he glides inside. I gasp sharply, one moment of tightness gripping me, but he slows for one second.
“Open up, princess,” he purrs into my ear, rolling his hips and letting his head drag shallowly in and out of me.
“Open up and let me give this pretty little pussy what it wants. Let me show you how good my cock can feel buried deep inside of you. Open up and let me fill you up, angel.”
His lips tease over my neck, one hand flat on the sheets next to my head, the other, skimming down my torso. He teases over my skin, making me shiver and moan before his hand closes on my hip, gripping me possessively. He pushes in, his fat cock slowly stretching me open. And slowly, the tightness melts into something hot, and wild, and heavenly.
“Oh my God…” I gasp, clutching him, my nails raking his skin as my teeth nibble at his shoulder.
“Fuck, princess,” Dutch groans into my neck as his muscles coil. “So fucking tight for my cock. Let me in, baby girl. Let me mold this little cunt to fit my cock exactly. Because, princess?”
He pulls back from my neck, his eyes burning hotly in the glow of the moon as our gazes lock.
“Because you’re mine and mine only. Mine will be the only cock this little pussy has or wants.”
I whimper, nodding as I bite my lip. I love how possessive his words are—and how I know how much he means it. And the idea of being his and his only ignites a fire in me. The idea of giving myself to him entirely, and running away with him, and being only his has my legs tightening around him and my lips aching for his.
Because as insane as I know it is, with having just met him, and under the circumstances we’ve met, I know he’s it. I know in my heart this man is the only man I ever want, and I know he means it when he says what he says next.
“You’re it for me, angel,” he says quietly and fiercely. “My only, my everything. There’s no one else in this world for me but you. I saw you,” he growls, “I wanted you, and I took you, and no power on Earth is ever going to take you from me.”
My heart soars as his lips crush to mine, and when he rolls his hips and drives every fat inch of that huge cock deep in my tight little pussy, I scream my pleasure into his mouth.
Our bodies writhe together, Dutch’s hips pulling back and then thrusting back in, driving his thickness deep inside. I cry out, pulling away from his lips and gasping his name as he growls ferociously into my neck. His hand grips my hip tightly, like I’m his, as he slides out, leaving just the thick, swollen crown of his cock stretching out my little pussy before he thrusts back in, burying it to the hilt inside.
I’ve never felt anything like it and knowing that it’s him who’s taken it drives me wild. I undulate under him, thrusting my own hips up to meet him as he starts to slide his cock in and out of me. He pushes deeper, and thrusts harder, his cum-filled balls slapping my ass with every thrust as his muscled, masculine body writhes against mine. I can feel my pussy clinging to him, sucking him back inside every time he pulls out, like it just wants more.
And I do.
“Harder,” I gasp, whimpering as his hips thrust against my thighs. I cry out as he snarls, his body moving faster as he starts to fuck me even harder. I scream, the pleasure exploding through me as he starts to truly dominate me—fucking me hard, and fast, and deep, like he wants to make sure the imprint of him stays in me forever.
“More!” I scream as the heat tingles over my skin, the pleasure boiling inside of me like a bomb about to explode.
I’m drunk off of him, addicted to the feel of his cock deep inside of me. Craving
the feel of his hand tightening possessively on my skin, his lips and his stubble dragging hotly over my neck and he groans into my skin. I lock my feet at the small of his back, squeezing him tight with my thighs, wanting him as close to me and as deep in me as possible. My arms tighten on his neck, fingernails dragging up his back as he thrusts harder, and deeper, until I can feel the corners of my reality start to blur.
“Take it all, greedy girl,” he rasps into my ear. “Take every inch of that fat cock, princess. Let me feel that tight little cunt take me as deep as you can. Let me feel that greedy, needy pussy trying to suck the cum from my balls. That what you want? You want me to fill you up? You want to feel my hot cum spurting deep inside of you, coating your womb until it trickles down your thighs?”
I scream, rocking faster, panting, moaning, begging him for more as our hips blur together.
“I know you want to come for me, baby girl,” he groans. “I know this tight little cunt wants to come all over my cock and make me messy with your cum. Go ahead, princess. Make a mess of that cock. I want to feel your cum dripping down my balls when you beg me to give you mine.”
He thrusts in and out, grinding so deep, and when his thumb at my hips slides over to roll my clit, it’s like the walls start to crumble.
“Dutch! I’m—oh fuck!”
“Come for me, princess,” he groans, his body tightening, muscles rippling as his thrust become wild and uncontrolled. “Come for me, love.”
And that does it. One little word, from the man I’ve fallen completely and wildly for in the blink of an eye, and I shatter.
Our lips sear together, and I scream my release into his mouth, everything erupting throughout my body as the orgasm thunders through me. My core tightens, skin ablaze and muscles spasming as the climax explodes through every inch of me. I can feel my pussy clamping down tight on his cock, and when I feel him swell somehow even bigger as he drives in one last time, he roars as he follows me over.
His cock throbs so deep, pulsing and clenching like a muscle, and when I feel his hot cum explode into me, I cry out as it sends me tumbling into another climax. Thick ropes of his cum jet into me, filling me to the brim as he holds himself deep like that, like this is where he belongs.
Our lips come together again, softer this time, and we just stay just like that—my legs and arms wrapped tight around him, my kiss seared to his lips, and my heart in his hands.
Exactly where it belongs.
Chapter 10
Valentine
The water is running in the tub in the huge master bathroom as I pad barefoot and nude back through the house. I head for the big open-concept kitchen, pouring myself a tall glass of water before leaning against the counter.
A huge grin spreads over my face.
There’s the naughtiness of being nude in a house that isn’t mine—my bare butt against the cool marble of the kitchen counter. But there’s also the knowledge of what just happened. With him.
My mind flashes snippet replays of the whole thing, my core tightening as I relive the feel of his hands on me, his body claiming mine. My thighs squeeze together, and I swallow thickly as the heat pools between my legs.
“You coming, princess?”
His voice calls from down the hall back in the master suite, and I grin a goofy, immature smile.
Not yet, but something tells me I’m going to be soon…
I giggle to myself, downing the water before trotting to the living room area to collect our clothes. What, so I’m kind of a neat freak. I gather up his clothes and mine, along with the priceless earrings lying on the couch. And I’m heading back when something somewhat heavy falls from his jacket pocket and tumbles to the ground. I frown, glancing down to see the thin, black box. Stooping, I pick it back up. I’m not trying to snoop or anything, but, c’mon—a girl gets curious.
But when I open the little black box up, my jaw drops.
Holy shit.
It’s diamonds. Specifically, it’s the Whistler necklace and earrings. Except, that doesn’t make any sense, because I’m wearing the necklace right now, and the earrings are in my hand. I frown, picking this new necklace out of the box and peering at it. Identical. It’s totally freaking identical to the one around my neck.
…So what the hell is going on?
“Ahh, that.”
I whirl at the sound of his voice, stuttering as I try and hastily close the box.
“Sorry, I was just… I wanted to pick up our things, and this… I wasn’t poking around or anyth—”
“Princess,” he purrs quietly, moving close and scooping me into his arms. “I have nothing to hide from you. No secrets, no bullshit. What’s mine is yours.”
He grins, shrugging as he spreads his arms wide.
“Open book, right here.”
My lip twists in my teeth as my eyes dart over his.
“Same, you know,” I say quietly.
“You’re wondering what that is.”
I nod.
“Replica. The best money can buy from the best forger in the world, actually. My plan, before…” he grins hungrily at me. “Well, before I was distracted…”
I blush fiercely as his hands slide back around my waist.
“The plan was to replace the real ones with these. I doubt your stepfather is examining his collection with a microscope on the daily, but even if he was, it’d take an expert to know the replacement was a fake. And by then… poof.”
“You’d be gone and on a beach somewhere.”
“Great minds think alike,” he murmurs. “And how does a beach sound to you? You and me, the ocean, no worries, all the money we could never hope to spend?”
I grin, my eyes flashing as I pull tight to him.
“Um, amazing?”
“Good, because you’re invited.”
“Better be,” I fake pout, poking his bare chest. He chuckles, pulling me close and leaning down, and before I know it, I’m lost in those lips again.
I moan as he scoops me into him, the clothes and the fake Whistler jewels and all tumbling to the ground.
“Hang on,” he growls, setting me down for one sec and stooping to snag up the real earrings.
“How about you hang on to these,” he growls, standing and pressing them into my hands. “Wear them, along with the necklace.”
I rake my teeth over my lip, looking up into his piercing blue eyes. “Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
“No, I mean…” I shrug. “I mean you trust me?”
“Implicitly,” he growls. “And I can’t think of a safer place for them than on you, seeing as keeping you safe and protected from anything in this world is everything to me.”
I blush, smiling at him as I gently put the priceless earrings on. Dutch whistles lowly.
“Damn,” he growls, his eyes sweeping over me—nude but for the diamonds.
“Now you truly look like a princess,” he says quietly, his voice thick as he moves into me, scooping me up into his arms.
“My princess.”
He kisses me slowly as he carries me back through the house, through the master bedroom and into the master bath. The huge, porcelain tub is steaming and brimming with bubbles, situated right next to a big picture window looking out over the moon-lit ocean. Dutch shuts the lights off, and suddenly, the only light is the moon and a few candles lit around the tub.
“Your bath awaits,” he purrs.
“Okay, keep treating me like this, and you’re going to spoil me.”
He growls, his lips teasing across mine.
“Good. I want you spoiled. I want to lavish you with everything this world has to offer. I want you spoiled and mine—my own little spoiled brat of a princess.”
“A brat, huh?” I whisper heatedly. “And…” I blush fiercely. “And do brats get punished.”
“Definitely,” he growls.
He steps into the tub, still kissing me as he lowers us both into the warm, sudsy water. I groan, sighing as the steam and the h
eat sooth my deliciously sore body. And yet, sore or not, I want more.
I sink into him, taking him by surprise as I slide into his lap, my legs curling around him. Dutch growls, his big hands sliding up and down my back, teasing my skin as our lips come together. One hand slides into my hair, pulling it tight enough to make me moan into his mouth. The other slides down to cup my ass possessively, gripping it tight as his hard cock pulses between my spread legs.
“Insatiable little thing, aren’t you,” he groans.
“Uh-huh,” I breath, dropping my lips to his neck. “I think you created a monster.”
My teeth rake across his neck, and he hisses, grunting as his cock throbs against me.
“Greedy girl,” he growls, his hand tightening on me before suddenly, I gasp as he picks me up. He spins me, turning me in the soapy water and pushing me against the porcelain rim of the big tub. I moan, feeling him bend me over, moving me onto my knees as his coiled, muscled body slides up behind me.
“You want more, huh?” he snarls into my ear, making me shiver and moan as I feel his rock hard body draped over my back.
“Yes,” I breathe, whimpering. “I want it all.”
“Good girl.”
His lips press to the center of my back, and slowly, I feel them start to work their way lower. I gasp, arching my back, shaking on my knees with my elbows on the edge of the tub. His hands skim down my body, teasing me, brushing down around my hips like he might be going for my pussy, but pulling away instead just to tease me. He grips my hips, pulling them back so that my ass is high up in the air, my back arched as I tremble, waiting for what’s to come.
He kisses his way down one cheek of my ass, making me murmur and coo before he moves to the other side, kissing it as well. He moves lower, centering his mouth, and when I suddenly feel that tongue drag over my swollen, eager pussy, I cry out into the moon and candle-lit bathroom. Dutch growls behind me, his hands tight on my ass, spreading me wide open for him. I blush fiercely, knowing he can see everything, but wanting him to.
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