The Valentines Day Proposal

by Bella Winters

  I leaned in, our lips locking and her hands reaching up, running through my hair. I felt her tongue flicker against mine, and I kissed her hungrily. She wanted it to. It was in the way she breathed against my lips, the way her lips seemed to heat up against mine, the way she clenched my hair and pulled me to her.

  I leaned over, letting one hand slide up one leg, moving slowly to the inside of her thigh. She pushed her hips up towards me, opening her beautiful legs up, letting my hand slide into her skirt. When my hand found her dripping wet through her panties, she moaned against my lips and kissed me hungrily.

  My cock was hard, and I mean rock hard. It bulged against my pants, and I desperately wanted to give it more breathing space, but couldn’t move my hand from where it was. I slid her panties to one side and slid a finger between her lips, moving against her clit. She broke the kiss, her moans too much to keep in, and she began to wrap herself around me. She pulled my head down to her neck, letting me kiss her collar, as one long leg wrapped around mine and gave me more access to her pussy.

  I slid my fingers inside her, slow at first, and when she began to grind against them, picked up the speed. I was kissing my way down her half-open blouse until I found the tender flesh of her breasts, and she just pulled me closer, burying me in their glory, bucking against my fingers as I fucked her with everything I had. Her moans were turning into soft screams of pleasure, and her thighs began pushing against my bulge, moving against them, driving me crazy.

  I pulled away, too excited to fucking take it anymore. I wanted to strip her naked and have my way with her. The excitement she was in was driving me crazy, and I knew the couch we were on would not be enough for what I had planned.

  Jenni had other plans though. She grabbed my wrist quickly, pulling me back to her pussy. “Don’t stop,” she whispered in my ear before biting on the lobe and running her tongue around it. “Don’t you dare stop!”

  I found myself getting lost in her blue eyes. I couldn’t possibly say no, could I? I quickly went back to work, adding a little pressure to her clit with my thumb, and soon she was rocking against my hand as if her life depended on it. She came hard, clutching me tight, her screams muffled in my neck. She shook like a leaf against me, gushing against my hand. She didn’t let go, not immediately, and I fought the urge to just throw her on her back and fuck her right there.

  I began to move, and she quickly pushed me back, her strength surprising me. She gave me a wicked smile, slipped off the couch and began to unbuckle my belt. “My turn,” she winked at me.

  I watched her fingers work expertly, unbuttoning me and sliding my pants and boxers down in one quick motion. This was not her first time, and when she looked up at me, blue eyes meeting mine, a wide smile in her face, she proved it to me with a quick flick of her tongue against my cock.

  She squeezed me, my cock pulsing in her hand. And when she took me into her mouth, my head fell back and a loud sigh escaped me. Those fucking lips, that tongue grazing against me as she sucked, her nails grazing the inside of my thighs, I felt like I was going to explode right there and then. A premature orgasm that was going to make me look like an idiot. It was all I could do to hold back, keep my head in the game, and the more she worked, the harder it was.

  My hand reached down to her head, and she gently brushed it away, letting me know that this was her show, not mine. That she knew what she was doing and didn’t need any coaxing from me. She grazed my cock with her teeth, softly, the mix of little pain and so much fucking pleasure making me groan.

  And just before I felt like I couldn’t take it anymore, she let my cock slide out. I watched her stand in front of me, gazing at me with those mischievous eyes, looking at me like I was her prey. She slowly slid her skirt up so I could see her drenched panties, then slid them down her legs, slowly stepping out of them.

  “You’re gorgeous,” I stammered.

  She giggled. “You’re only saying that because you know what I’m about to do,” she said, straddling me. My cock was sandwiched between her pussy lips, and she slowly began rocking back and forth.

  “No, I’m not,” I said.

  “Good,” she said, lifting herself up and grabbing my cock, guiding it. “Because I would be disappointed otherwise.”

  She slid down and buried me inside her, and my groans matched the gasp that came from her. I felt myself grow even harder inside her, and I didn’t know if it was because of how tight she was or the fact that she was clenching against me. I grabbed her ass, holding her down as I took in the warmth and wetness that surrounded my cock.

  “You gonna let me go?” she asked, that wicked smile on her face.

  “In a second,” I replied.

  “Or maybe I should give you something else to keep your hands busy.” She slowly began to unbutton her blouse, and I almost cried when I saw the bra clasp on the front.

  “You’re not playing fair,” I smiled as she slid the blouse off and threw it to a side.

  “I never play fair.”

  I reached up for the clasp, and as soon as my hands left her hips, she began to move against me. I closed my eyes for juts a second; enough to let the feeling of her pussy blow my mind. My hands undid her clasp, and her beautiful breasts fell free. I brought her to me, but her arms were already around my head, pulling me to her chest. I buried my face between them, kissed them, used my tongue to draw circles around them, and she began to ride me faster. I pinched her nipples, then took one and then the other in mouth, and sucked hard.

  Jenni’s moans made me work harder, and soon she was riding me like a fucking bronco. Her hips switched from bouncing on top of me, her huge breasts slapping against my face, and grinding, hard and fast, driving me crazy. I reached down and found her clit, and that only made her grind harder and faster, her moans now full on screams. One orgasm after the other shook her, but she didn’t stop, wanting more, begging me to keep doing what I was doing.

  I couldn’t fucking take it anymore. I grabbed her ass, squeezing hard and lifted her up. She continued rocking against me, her legs wrapping around mine, and only when I turned her onto her back was I finally in control.

  I fucked like there was no tomorrow. I slammed my cock inside her with just the same amount of speed and vigor that she had shown me, her breasts bouncing, her arms over her head so I could see the whole thing. Her legs clasped around my hips, pulling me in with every thrust, forcing me to fuck harder.

  “Oh God, Alex!” she screamed. “I’m going to cum again…don’t stop…I’m cumming…!”

  Her orgasm came with a scream that could have deafened me and scared the neighbors, but all it did was make me want more. She pulled me to her, wrapping herself around me, shaking against me as the aftershocks of her orgasm rocked her body.

  I began to move again, and she held me tighter, stopping me.

  “Slow down,” she giggled. “Slow down, you’re going to fucking kill me.”

  “You started this,” I chuckled, kissing her neck, her cheek, her lips. Her eyes were closed, and the smile on her face was priceless.

  “I know, I know,” she sighed. I moved, and she stopped me again. “Alex!” she gasped.

  “You think I’ve had enough of you?”

  She smiled and looked at me, and I swear I could have lost myself in those eyes. “At least get me out of this skirt,” she said.

  I struggled with the zipper on the side, mainly because I was still too excited to even think about what I was doing. She giggled, and helped me pull her skirt off. Before her legs fell back down, I pushed them open and bent down. My tongue lapped up at her juices, and she squirmed underneath me.

  “Alex!” she moaned.

  I grabbed her hips to stop her from moving and continued to eat her out. I pushed my tongue between her lips, licking up and down, flicking against her clit and sucking it into my mouth. Her legs clenched closed around my head and her hands buried themselves in my hair. I pushed two fingers inside her, and while I worked my tongue, I twisted and turned m
y fingers inside, driving her crazy. Her heels had fallen off, and her feet rubbed against my back. I felt her toes curl, and soon her legs were shaking against me, her orgasm coming hard.

  I pulled back, and her legs fell limp. She slid off the couch and onto the carpet, slapping my arm lazily. “Dammit, Alex, I said give me a second!” she smiled.

  “I did,” I laughed.

  She looked up at me, her eyes barely open, then looked down at my hard-on. “We’re going to need to take care of that,” she said.

  “Any ideas?” I asked.

  She grabbed me by the cock and pulled me to her. “I have a few ideas,” she winked.

  I bent down and kissed her breasts, briefly sucking on her nipples as she adjusted herself underneath me. I slid in easily, my eyes closing at the feel of her warmth. She was still wet, and it took little effort for me to find a rhythm. I rocked against her, slow, taking my time, watching her and enjoying the look on her face. Her cheeks had a beautiful blush to them, and her hair fanned out around her head, making her look sexier than ever.

  “Come on, big boy,” she smiled and opened her eyes. “Let’s see how long you can hold out.”

  I held out for quite a while. I fucked her slow, but every thrust made her smile wider, and soon she was racking her nails across my back. Her breath grew heavier, and despite her earlier need for a break, I knew she wanted this just as much as I did. I picked up the speed, just a little, just enough for her pants to become soft moans against my shoulder. I felt the tension inside me build up.

  She took my ear in her mouth, let her tongue roll over it, then whispered, “Come for me, Alex. Come inside me, baby.”

  It was all the coaxing I needed, and after a few more thrusts, I was groaning in pleasure and exploding inside her. The orgasm hit me hard, a rush of blood to the head that made me sway for a few seconds. I collapsed on top of her, and she held me tight, my cock still inside her as she clenched and milked me. I shuddered, then rolled off her. She giggled and threw a hand onto my chest. I looked at her, eyes closed, mouth smiling, beautiful breasts rising and falling with her every breath.

  “That was fucking incredible,” she whispered.

  “You’re fucking incredible,” I said, rubbing the tip of my nose to hers. “Just one thing, though.”

  She pressed her forehead to mine. “Name it.”

  “You gotta change this carpet,” I said, breaking into a smile. “I think I just gave myself one hell of a rug burn.”

  She laughed and rolled into my arms and rested her head on my chest. “I think that’s something I can do. If it makes you happy.”

  “You make me happy,” I said. “You make me very happy indeed.”

  They say you can’t come home again.

  I for one, beg to differ.

  *** Turn ahead to read “His Brother’s Wife” ***

  His Brother’s Wife

  Blurb:

  Jason Banks always gets what he wants.

  And this time, he wants his brother’s wife.

  I knew it the first time I looked at those delicious curves,

  Until she decided to walk down the aisle with my brother.

  I knew it from the look she gives me,

  That she wants to submit…give in to what I want.

  But she’s a good girl, plays by the rules.

  I? I say f*ck the rules!

  The only rule I wanna play by is, ‘If you love someone, love HARD. Fight HARDER’.

  Tiffany Baby, Care to bend down on your knees…for me?

  Chapter 1

  Jason

  The last place I wanted to be was here, sitting at this bar, waiting for my brother to come in, but it was our routine and I wasn’t about to make trouble between us—well, at least not more trouble than there already was. I was starting to feel like working for the family business had gone a completely different way than I’d anticipated. My father had created this media company with just the pennies in his and my mom’s pockets. Through the years and with some serious hard work, Banks Media had become a force in the business. We spanned seven countries and pretty much took over the media relations sector of journalism. Of course, it was destined for my brother Jordan and I to work at the company and then eventually run it together. On a business level, Jordan and I saw eye to eye, so running a company with him wasn’t what I was worried about. It was his private life that had come into question on a daily basis.

  I saw the man every single day, including weekends when we went to our parents for events and cookouts. Spending that much time with my brother was a bit overwhelming in nature, especially when he had become the biggest douchebag I ever met. I was no saint, by any means, and never really had a steady relationship with any woman, but I was upfront and honest about it. He dragged his wife, Tiffany, through the mud and back. Jordan had fallen for Tiffany before they had ever spoken a word, not that I could blame him with her gorgeous blond hair, green eyes, and a body that belonged in a pinup ad, but it wasn’t until his father hired her on that he really got close to her. Everyone was ecstatic when they announced their engagement, she was one of the sweetest girls I’d ever come across, and Jordan actually seemed like he was settling down and becoming more patient and caring. Well, that lasted an entire three months, and now, we had to deal with this divorce that literally came out of nowhere.

  The door swung open behind me, and Jordan’s smug laugh rang out as he greeted the bartender before slapping me hard on the shoulder. He pulled up a stool next to me and ordered a beer, a maniacal grin on his face. It was late, I was tired, and the last thing I wanted was to listen to him gloat about his impending divorce. I hoped he was worn out from the day, but that was too much to wish for.

  “It’s almost over,” he chuckled. “On Monday, we will officially not be married any longer. Thank God, I have some good lawyers.”

  “You mean dad had some good lawyers,” I grumbled, scooting his hand off my shoulder. It looked like I wasn’t going to be very good at holding back my opinion.

  “What’s up with you? You seem a bit more tense than usual,” he said looking over at me. “And that’s saying a lot for you.”

  “Just tell me,” I said turning quickly toward him. “Why the fuck would you give up on this girl after chasing her for so long?”

  “She can’t have kids,” he said smugly. “I didn’t sign up for that shit.”

  “You’re a fucking dick,” I said nodding to the bartender for my tab.

  “How?” He turned to me angrily. “When I wanted a kid, to carry on this legacy because God knows you don’t have any prospects, she wouldn’t be able to give me that. It wasn’t what I thought it would be, so how is our marriage supposed to even work? What’s the fucking point of it?”

  “So, what? You just said the vows and didn’t think about what they really meant? You know there's more than one way to have a child, dickhead. You could adopt. There are thousands of children out there who need a good home.” I threw cash down on the bar and stood up, drinking the last gulp of my beer.

  “What the fuck does it matter to you? Why are you so bent out of shape? Do me a favor, Jason,” he said, glaring, “shut the hell up and stay out of my damn business.”

  “You never deserved that girl anyway,” I said grabbing my jacket and walking toward the bathroom.

  My brother was such a dick, and here I was, giving him the benefit of the doubt, thinking she had cheated on him or something. But no, he’s broken up a home, ended a marriage, and broken a girl’s heart over something she had zero control over. I really felt for Tiffany. She didn’t deserve any of this. He was so stupid for throwing away a life with this girl. She would have done anything for him, and she’d kept him in line. Maybe that’s what it really was. He didn’t like someone else being in control, not that she was in control of this situation either. She couldn’t have kids. It was probably devastating for her to find out, and then, she goes to her husband, who is supposed to be caring and supportive, and he turns his back on her. I s
uddenly felt embarrassed that cocksucker was my brother.

  I washed my hands and walked out of the bathroom, stopping suddenly at the sight of Rose, the girl I had been messing around with for months. She was a hot little number and instantly all my cares flew right out the window. There was nothing better than getting some frustrations out through some tight ass and a little playtime. She had no misconceptions, and in reality, I was pretty sure she didn’t want to be any part of our fucked up family.

  “Hey there,” she said, grabbing me by the shirt and yanking me forward. “I was looking for you.”

  “Oh, yeah? What for?”

  She bit her lip and looked up at me with her dark brown eyes. I chuckled at her lack of subtlety and looked around quickly as she reached down and cupped my balls. I pressed my hand to the wall behind her head and leaned in, dipping my tongue between her soft, poised lips.

  “Where are we going this time?”

  She giggled and grabbed me by the collar, pulling me into an old stock room in the back. It was obvious no one ever came into this place, and it was the perfect scenery for our normal debauchery. She clicked the lock closed and turned to me with trouble written on her face. She grinned, biting her lower lip and pulling her shirt over her head. I put my hands up chuckling at how forward she always was. She reached back and undid her bra, letting her big, round tits bounce all over the place. She pulled my shirt from my pants and dropped down on her knees, unbuckling them and yanking them down to my ankles. I leaned back against the dusty pillar and put my arms over my head, waiting for her lips. She pulled my boxers down and grabbed my shaft as it bounced free from the fabric. This girl had me going before she ever took her shirt off, but then again, I knew what she could do with those lips and those hips.