Valentine

by K. L. Fast

  “I bet those white little panties are soaked. Are you wet for me my little Dove?” She bites her lip, nodding a little. Hooking my thumbs in them, I skim them down her legs, picking them up, I bring them to my nose and inhale. Her scent is both sweet and spicy. Like a junkie, I know that one hit will never be enough. Her eyes widen when I do this, and she gasps.

  “What?” I ask, shrugging.

  “That was fucking hot,” she says.

  “Such language, my Valentine,” I say, tsking.

  “What are you going to do about it?”

  “I am going to eat your pussy until you come all over my beard, Dove,” I tell her.

  “That’s not really a deterrent is it now?”

  “Probably not,” I say pushing her to the bed. I kiss her pouty lips again before moving down her body. I take her nipple in my mouth and suck on it before moving to the other one. Then I place kisses down her belly, where our baby will be growing soon. Then I reach her pussy. So pink and perfect and it’s all fucking mine. I run my nose up her slit before snaking my tongue out. I’ve barely touched her clit, but she arches her back off of the bed and cries out my name. She’s so fucking sensitive.

  “Justin!” she cries out again.

  “You are so fucking beautiful, it hurts to look at you,” I tell her going back to her pussy.

  “Don’t stop looking at me,” she breathes.

  “I won’t, Dove,” I promise before flicking my tongue on her clit in a circle eight figure. I slide one thick finger into her tight pussy opening. It’s strangling my finger, so I know that it’s gonna do the same damn thing to my dick. Slowly I add a second finger. My cock is hard as fucking rock and leaking precum all over my boxers. While I am dying to get inside of her, I don’t want to hurt it. It’ll be easier for her if she comes before I take her.

  “Justin, please, I am going to come, I need more,” she begs me, trying to close her thighs.

  “Plenty of time for that, my love.”

  She widens her legs for me, and I continue to eat her cunt. She comes loudly, soaking my beard in the process. I squeeze the base of my dick to keep from coming. Enough of this, it’s finally time to make her mine.

  4

  Valentine

  I take a shuddering breath trying to calm my racing heart from the most amazing orgasm I have ever had. Justin kisses my pussy one last time before climbing off the bed and taking off his tight boxer briefs. His cock springs free and it hits his belly button. Fuck! How is that thing going to fit inside me? He’s just barely able to fit two fingers in there. He stands there in all his glory. I bite my lip and sit up on my knees, crawling to the end of the bed right in front of him.

  “What are you doing, my Valentine?” he breathes as I run my hands up and down his chest, over his abs.

  “Loving you,” I whisper, running a finger over one of the many scars that cover his torso and chest before leaning forward replacing my finger with my lips.

  “Fuck,” he groans, his head falling back. I kiss over another one. This one further up on the other side. His hands clench into fists and he takes a shuddering breath.

  “One day, you’re going to tell me how you got all of these and I’m going to kiss every one of them while you do,” I say before licking over his nipple, biting down on it. Justin growls and grabs the back of my legs making me fall back onto the bed causing me to gasp. He prowls toward me nipping my hip, then my belly, up my ribs. His hand runs over my curves so lightly it makes me shiver. I run my hands over his arms and down his back, my body arching off the bed on every biting kiss.

  “Fuck, I love feeling that ring on your finger while I make you mine,” he says in a gruff voice.

  “I’ve been yours ever since I met you and I will only ever be yours, Justin. I love you,” I tell him as I run my hands over his back again. “Always you. Only you.”

  “I love you too, my little Dove,” he murmurs before kissing me. I moan as I taste myself on him. Wrapping my legs around his waist, the head of his cock bumps my sensitive clit and I gasp. “I ain’t using anything between us, love. I’m going to fuck my baby into you, so every man knows your taken, that you are claimed by your man,” he growls.

  “Oh God,” I whimper. He thrusts his hips so that his cock runs between my pussy lips.

  “You ready for me?” He swivels his hips just right and I start to moan.

  “God, yes I have been ready for you for over a year.” He pulls back far enough to grab the base of his cock and bring it to my opening.

  “I’ve been waiting for you my whole life, little Dove. You have all my heart from now to eternity,” he says before thrusting his hips forward. He rips through my virginity. He groans, my nails digging into his back so hard I am pretty sure there will be welts as he stretches me wide with his huge cock. His head drops to my chest, his arms on either side of my head. “Fuck… you’re so tight, Val. Relax a little, baby. Let me in.''

  “You’re not even all the way inside me?” I ask on a squeak, trying not to panic. He lifts his head and kisses my cheeks then lips

  “Shh, little Dove, I’ll fit. We were made for each other, you're going to be a good girl and take all my cock aren't you, my Valentine.” I take a deep breath and try to relax.

  After a few seconds, I wiggle my hips trying to see if I’m ready for more of him.

  “Oh…” He props himself up on his left arm and lightly runs his right hand down my stomach and over my clit. I gasp and arch up. He sinks the rest of the way inside me moaning as he hits something amazing inside me. “Oh, that feels so good, Justin.” He stays just like that and starts running his finger over my clit fast.

  “Come for me, Valentine, I want to feel your pussy come all over my cock,” he growls. I grab the sheet with my hands.

  “Oh, I’m so close.” I mewl, feeling my core start to tighten. He pushes down on my clit a little harder and I fly over the edge. He grunts out a curse.

  “Fuck your pussy feels so good milking my cock, baby. It's just begging for my cum.” I moan loving the little after socks of my orgasm. “You ain't seen nothin’ yet, little Dove,” he growls. He drops down to his forearms and the other hand grabs the back of my thigh pulling it high on his hip. He pulls halfway out then slams back in, this time hitting a new angle making me moan in pleasure. My hands go into his hair and I pull him down to kiss me. He starts to pick up the pace, pulling out slowly then thrusting back in hard and fast bringing my already spent body back to a raging inferno. I whimper into his mouth. Justin’s hand tightens on my thigh in a possessive hold and I fucking love it. I bite his lower lip and he groans. His thrusts falter. He pulls back.

  “Harder Justin. Fuck me like you own me.”

  “Fuck,” he growls and drops my thigh, his arms come under my back and his hands go into my hair at the back of my head. My chest pushes up against his from the move. “You want me to pound your pretty little pussy, Dove?”

  “Yes,” I moan. He makes an animalistic sound deep in his throat and starts pounding into me over and over his abs hitting my clit and his cock hitting my g spot all at the same time. My legs tighten around his hips. Using my arms on his shoulders, I meet him thrust for thrust.

  “Come for me one more time, baby,” he whispers in a gruff voice against my ear before nipping my neck. My back bows and my head flies back as my orgasm comes crashing through. My legs start to shake and my toes curl.

  “Oh God, I’m coming Justin.” I scream his name over and over. His thrusts start to become erratic and I feel his cock swell even bigger as he roars out his release. I feel rope after rope of his come shoot deep inside my unprotected womb and I come from the sheer thought of him getting me pregnant. I sob out his name as I come.

  After the last of my aftershocks wear off, he quickly flips us over, so I am on top of him. I place a kiss over his heart before resting my cheek on it, trying to catch my breath. He runs his hands up and down my back then places a kiss on top of my head.

  “I love you my sweet V
alentine.”

  “I love you too, Justin. More than anything.” He sighs and his arms tighten around me. I slowly start to drift off to the sound of his heart.

  I don’t know how I ever fell asleep without being in his arms because it is the safest place I have ever been.

  5

  Justin

  The next morning, I wake up and stare at my fiancée for the longest time before she finally stirs. I wonder how I got so fucking lucky. She's given herself to me and I am not giving her back.

  "Mmm, good morning," she says yawning.

  "Good morning, fiancée," I say, leaning down for a kiss."

  "Oh, no you don't. My breath."

  "Fuck that,” I say kissing her anyway. She is gorgeous in the morning. Her hair is wild, and she looks thoroughly loved. She moans, opening her mouth more for me. I kiss her until her tummy rumbles. "I need to feed you, baby." Pulling back, I get out of bed and throw some boxers on.

  "I don't want food," she says pouting.

  "Too bad. Come out in a few," I tell her, giving her a few minutes to herself. In the kitchen, I realize I need to go to the store. The only edible things I have l are milk and cereal. Shit. Real classy.

  She comes out into the kitchen wearing the denim work shirt I had on earlier. My name is emblazoned on her left breast. She's left it unbuttoned so that I can see every inch of her creamy skin. Fuck. That's sexy as hell. Possessive need courses through my veins, but the need to take care of her outweighs that. Willing my cock to go down, I grab some bowls from the cabinet and spoons from the drawer.

  "This is all you have?" she asks.

  "Captain Crunch or Frosted Flakes?"

  "Who feeds you? A hard-working man like you needs real food, Justin," she says adamantly.

  "I eat, Dove. Calm down," I tell her. She moves closer to me.

  "No. You need me. Someone has to take care of you."

  "I do need you," I admit, burying my face in her neck. I take a deep breath before leaving biting kisses there. "So which cereal? You need your strength.'

  "Captain Crunch, obviously," she replies, moving to the coffee maker and dropping in a K-cup of Columbian Dark Roast. I pour the cereal while she doctor's my coffee and then starts her own. With two steaming cups in her hands, she joins me at the breakfast nook in a hidden corner of the kitchen. We eat in silence. When I'm done, I see she's barely eaten.

  "What are you thinking about?" I ask.

  "The grocery list I'm making."

  "I don't deserve you."

  "Nonsense. You do too. Besides, there's no refunds," she says sassily.

  "I'm not returning you, don't worry,” I tell her, and she grins at me. I’d do anything to keep that smile just for me, but I know that’s unreasonable.

  After we eat, we stand at the sink washing the dishes she insisted couldn’t wait. She’s washing and I am drying.

  “Can I change this around a little?” she asks.

  “Of course. This is your home now, but can I ask why?”

  “It’s wrong. The cups and glasses should be in the cabinet closest to the fridge and the plates should be in the cabinet closest to the stove. This way just doesn’t make sense to me. Also, the pots and pans should be on the bottom. It’s weird that you have them in an upper cabinet.”

  “I never thought about it. I just put them away when I bought them.” She just laughs. “Why are you laughing?”

  “You are such a man,” she says, taking the sponge over to the table to wipe it off.

  “You weren’t complaining about that last night,” I say staring at her ass as she bends over the table. Her shirt raises up and the fact that she isn’t wearing panties is evident. Her pink pussy is showing and all I can think about is how fucking amazing she felt wrapped around my dick. Damn. She’s so fucking gorgeous. Fuck it, I think as I stalk toward her. I grab the sponge from her hand, startling her. She half turns to face me.

  “What are you doing?” she asks, raising her eyebrow at me.

  “Fucking my fiancée,” I tell her before tossing the sponge over to the sink. The sultry smirk she gives me tells me that she wants that very thing. I pull my shirt off of her body before pushing her chest down on the table. I pull my boxers off, kicking them away. Running my hands down her smooth back, I pause when I reach her ass. Lightly, I slap it, just to test the waters. She moans loudly and I file that away for another day. Using two fingers, I run them through her pussy, finding her wet. Groaning, I grip my cock and slowly feed it into her hungry pussy.

  “Oh, God,” she moans.

  “So fucking tight,” I say through gritted teeth.

  “So glad that you like it.”

  “Like it? Like it? I fucking love it. Breeding it is going to be my greatest accomplishment.” Her pussy squeezes me and I almost lose it. I pull all the way out of her, before slamming back in. The sound of our flesh as it hits together is loud and obscene but that just makes me fuck her harder.

  “I… I… I love it too,” she replies, near sobbing in pleasure.

  “I love you,” I tell her as I slam into her again.

  Vaguely, I hear what sounds like a door slamming, but I ignore it.

  "What the fuck is going on here, Justin?" Watson shouts as I dive over Val to keep her covered with my body.

  "What does it look like?" Eliana says laughing.

  "Mama, don't laugh," Val says. Her voice is muffled by the table.

  "It is funny," she replies.

  "It's not. My best friend has defiled your daughter. What the fuck is funny about that, wife?"

  "Defiled? I asked her to marry me, Wats. I love her," I say in defense of us.

  "Oh," he says.

  "You didn't notice that this was coming? The whole time they've known each other, it's been nothing but sparks." Eliana says matter factly.

  "I didn't," he says.

  "Perhaps we could continue this discussion when Val's dressed?" I ask.

  "Of course. We'll be in the living room. Come on, Watson," Eliana says dragging him out of the kitchen.

  "That wasn't awkward at all," Val says laughing. “I am just sad we didn’t get to come, and I didn’t get any more of your baby making goodness.”

  “Fuck,” I groan. “We don’t have time right now, baby. I’ll give you all the goodness as soon as they leave, gorgeous.”

  “You better,” she replies, kissing me.

  "Get dressed, baby. Let's get this over with."

  I take a deep breath and put my clothes back on. When we are decent, we head into the living room. I just want to get this over with. I should be more upset about getting caught by her mama was embarrassing but Valentine is mine. I don't much care what anyone has to say about it.

  6

  Valentine

  Oh, my God! I can’t believe my mom and stepdad just walked in on Justin and I having sex. I should be totally mortified but I am just pissed off. First, I didn’t get the orgasm I was promised and the second my new “dad” just told his best friend that he defiled me.

  Oh, hell to the mother fucking no. No one no one talks to my man like that although I do admit I wish I weren't about to have this conversation in nothing but a shirt and Justin in only a pair of sweats that show his amazing bulge. Yum. Damn now is not the time to get all horny again. I grab Justin's hand and we walk into the living room.

  “Okay, before we get started, I am going to speak,” I say holding up a hand when Watson opens his mouth. He snaps it shut and glares daggers at Justin. I sit on the small loveseat and Justin puts a blanket over my lap before sitting down and taking my hand. “Now Watson, I love the way you take care of my mother and the way you think of me as your own, but I am eighteen years old and Justin is your very best friend. Why wouldn't you want me to be with someone you trusted with your life, someone that you know would protect me from anything?” He opens his mouth and mom puts her hand on his thigh. “Don’t you want him to be happy, to find a love like you share with my mom?”

  “But... his almost t
wenty years older than you! I asked him to keep an eye out for you not fuck you,” he growls. Justin growls right back.

  “I am not fucking her. I am making love to her. She is my everything, Watson. I asked her to marry me and we are going to spend the rest of our lives together. You fucking know me. You know I would never do anything to hurt her.” My mom gives me a watery smile.

  “I’m just happy my baby is finally happy,” she says. Watson takes a deep breath and rubs the back of his neck.

  “Look, I know who you are, man. You’re the best man I know it was just a bit of a shock and it will take me a minute to wrap my head around, okay?”

  “That's fine but I am not going anywhere Valentine is mine. She is moving in here later today and I am never letting her go,” Justin informs him then kisses the back of my hand. I blush leaning my head on his shoulder.

  “He’s it for me and I just hope you can wrap your head around it because there is no one else for me.

  “Fine, just know that if you hurt her, I'll kick your ass,” Watson says as he nods his head. Justin wraps his arm around me.

  “I’m never going to hurt her,” he vows.

  Afterward, we went grocery shopping, which took almost two hours because I wasn’t kidding when I told him he didn’t have any fucking food in the house. I would not let my man go hungry. All I have ever wanted was to be a mother and wife so while most people my age were partying or hanging out with friends, I was always at home either cooking or baking. If I wasn't at home, I was working as a babysitter. I'm going to have to ask him how many babies he wants because if it were up to me, I would have six, but I don’t know if he would like that many. That is something that we, as a couple, need to talk about when we get home. Justin insisted on ordering take out and having me sit at the kitchen island while he put away everything. All I was allowed to do was direct him on where I wanted things to be put away. We ate Chinese food and watched Friends. After that we took a shower, where he proceeded to give me that orgasm, I had missed plus two more. Now we are lying in bed him on his front his head on his folded arms as I sit on his lower back massaging his sore muscles.