Page 36 of Dirty Hot Valentine
I want her. Everything of her. The sound of her moaning. The burning of her soft skin. Her pressure on my hips. The wetness of her pussy sucking me inside her.
When she decides she’s had enough rubbing, she lifts herself and guides my cock to her opening. Her hands brace on my shoulders, and then slowly she pushes herself down on my erection.
I groan. She feels so fucking good. The stretching of her pussy around me blows my fucking brains off.
I don’t care if she’s fucking me to make that Italian piece of shit jealous or if she thinks of him while she’s bouncing on my cock. I will enjoy every second of it as if it’s the last. Because it probably is.
With my grasp tight on her waist, I thrust myself inside her. Hard. My heavy erection fills her slowly at first, and then faster and faster. She does this fucking roll of her hips that torments more than pleasures, and somehow I thrust deeper if that’s even possible.
My fingers thread in her long hair, pulling her in for a kiss, but she resists, keeping her head above the chair level, her tits in my face. She’s probably looking at him on that couch. As much as it hurts, I don’t speak or stop. I’m not ready to give her up just yet.
I bury my face between her slick tits, inhaling her smell, her sweat. My pelvis grinds against her as my breaths and groans intertwine.
Her pussy clenches vigorously around me, and her head lulls backwards. Her screams of ecstasy trigger mine as my cum spurts inside her.
Our moaning tones down, but not the moaning of the filthy celebrities around us. And even though, I’ve just come, my cock is still hard, and I want to fuck Maggie again.
All night.
Every night.
Fuck you Mike Gennaro.
Fuck you Maggie Dawson.
Fuck me for loving a woman that will never be mine.
11. MIKE
One of the girls lies under me on the couch and spreads her legs, while the second girl strips her out of her underwear. They don’t know I don’t give a shit, and when I touch them I’ll be thinking of one girl.
The one who’s shoving her tongue down that Russian fuck’s throat.
Maggie can never know about the fire that eats my heart every time I see her with one of those assholes she hangs out with. Can never know of my secret fantasies that include no other girl but her.
Can never know about my heart that has refused to beat for anyone else but her for the past six years.
I’m her best friend. Her bro as she used to call me before she left to college. I can never tell her the truth. Creep her out or betray her trust.
The now naked girl gets comfortable on the couch, ready for me. The other one takes off my pants and boxers, and then she strips as well.
I watch Maggie pushes that blond drummer on a chair and mounts him. What the fuck? What was I thinking inviting them here?
I had to do it. That fucking…perfect song has ambushed her, given her a panic attack. Knowing her, she’s going to run away and smoke the night off, probably winding up with some random hookup at the club next to her place she loves so much.
Staying here under my watch, where I can gouge out the eyes of every man who does as much as looks at her, where a guy who’s apparently in love with her might deter her from fucking any strangers, is way better. Even if that means she will be on that fucker’s lap all night.
My palms rest on either side of the girl’s head. My knees sink in the couch as I look down at her. She has blue eyes, but I picture the hazel ones instead. Maggie’s. The second girl is already behind me, her wet lips on my ass. Then she locks them around my balls.
I sigh. My eyes shift back to the armchair. What happens if I swing Maggie over my shoulder, and then run out to one of the bedrooms so I can bury my cock deep inside her and mark her as my own right fucking now?
Pathetic. I can have any girl in this room, already have two models throwing themselves at me, and all I can think about is the one who’s taking her top off for that Russian dick.
Shit. I yank my stare off that. Even though I’ve imagined that body, those tits a thousand times, and I’m dying to see her naked for real, I can’t bring myself to look. Not like that.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I lead my cock into the girl’s mouth for a quick sucking before I push it into her shaved pussy.
My mind won’t let go of Maggie’s picture as I fuck that girl. The other model presses her tits on my back, clinging to my ass.
