Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25739 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25739 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Her walls flex, loving the threat a little too much. My palm makes contact with her plump tits, giving them a firm squeeze. “Mine.” I bend down and suck on her semi-hard nipple until it’s completely stiff in my mouth. Valentine moans and thrashes about with every pump of my hips.
“I’m so close, Wyatt.”
“Don’t come yet. I’m not done playing with your body.” I turn my attention to her other breast, sucking and squeezing the supple meat, wanting to mark her as mine while driving my cock deep into her depths. Every slam of my hips is caught by her tight sheath, clamping down on my length, trying to keep me trapped deep inside. It feels incredible, and I can’t stop the lust that sends my pace into overdrive.
My hand comes to her throat, and I give her a squeeze while my thumb rubs her jawline. “I need you more than I need to breathe. Marry me, Valentine.”
“Yes,” she cries out.
“Good girl. Now come.” She claws at my shoulders, pussy fisting my cock violently as her orgasm ripples through her tiny frame. “So sexy, now it’s time for the King to fill the Queen with his seed.” I pump one more time, unleashing jet after jet of hot cum on her walls, coating them and hoping one of my guys takes root soon.
We lay there wrapped in the covers until exhaustion wins and we fall asleep.
***
It’s morning when I wake up alone. Freaking out, I’m out of bed in just my boxers and then into a living room that’s not my own.
“Get back in there and put some clothes on before my wife sees you and I have to kill you,” Jack snarls.
“Where’s Valentine?”
“The women are making us breakfast.”
“She shouldn’t have to.”
“Shut up. It’s Valentine’s Day and they want to do something special. Let them because if you make my wife cry, I will kick your ass.”
“You could try, but I wouldn’t dare try to hurt her feelings.”
“I assure you the fucking wind blowing her hair the wrong way will do it now.” He shakes his head.
I return to the bedroom and put on my clothes and go looking for a bathroom. Once I’m good, I hunt down my runaway fiancée who has disappeared for the second time in two days. She’s asking for a spanking.
I enter the kitchen and there she is with a face full of flour and there’s a man standing there helping my future wife. I snarl and then a woman puts her hand on my arm. “Chill, he’s mine. I’m Marilyn, you must be Mr. King. That’s my husband, Julien.”
She walks past me and to the man who pulls her in for a kiss. “Could you not do that in front of me?”
“Please, Jack. I’m a grown woman.”
“You’re still my little sister,” Jack gripes, pouring himself a cup of coffee. She sticks her tongue out at him and then he does the same. There’s a sweet bond between them that they have even as adults.
That is what I was missing. When I lost my parents, I didn’t have that extra person to share that experience and pain with. “Girls, thanks for your help, but let us handle this.” Marilyn waves off Petra and Val, shooing them away from the counter.
“Our pleasure,” Petra and Val say like twins. They giggle and toss their aprons.
“Julien and Marilyn are pastry chefs,” Jack says.
“Oh, that makes sense,” I muttered, staring at my soon-to-be wife who looks so damn sexy, sauntering into my arms. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
“Happy Me Day.”
“Yes, I could spend all day celebrating you,” I grunt, nuzzling her neck.
“Hey, didn’t you two get enough last night? Please, give it a break,” Marilyn huffs and then giggles.
“Please. Since when is it ever enough?” Petra says.
“Never,” Jack says, dragging his wife into his arms.
“Well, we’ll be relaxing while we wait for our meal. Thank you.”
“Relaxing my ass. There are plates to be set.”
“Fine. I suppose, as the hosts, we’ll handle it. Go talk and play kissy face.” She waves us off; frankly, I’m not objecting to that offer. I need to get my hands on Valentine.
The second I have her out of the kitchen, I pick her up around the waist, and she wraps her legs around me.
“After breakfast, we need to head home and shower. I want to spend the day worshiping you.”
“Sounds wonderful to me.”
After a delicious breakfast and some amazing company, I am pleased that my plans for us were altered. Although a day in bed with Val would be better, I’m happy that I got to know her friends. We drove to her apartment to pick up her little kitten and his things while packing a bag of clothes for the week. For the rest of the holiday, I spend my time between Valentine’s legs, celebrating my queen.