My Sinful Valentine (A Beautiful Sinners Collection) by Elena Reyes (black authors fiction .txt) 📕

And above everything, all motherfucking mine.

Aurora’s hand once again disappears between her body and the couch, her arm moving rhythmically while that mouth takes another two inches of my cock, and then a few more. She doesn’t stop until I hit the back of her throat; she gags a bit at first—deeply sucking around my girth—while I hold her there.

Her throat constricts in the most delicious way each time she swallows.

But then again, this is what she wants. What she’s been yearning for since we arrived.

My girl finds pleasure in worshipping my cock, loving me, and she makes me feel a hundred feet tall with her devotion. Bloody fuck, I’m hard. Throbbing as I take in the love in those expressive eyes shining back at me.

Gem swallows again and I pull her off, loving the string of spit that connects us. The beautiful way she pouts when I don’t slip back inside—I’ll let her feel the weight of my length on her tongue soon enough.

“You’re not following my rules, Mr. Jameson.”

I tap the bulbous tip on her lips, and just when she thinks I’m giving in, I pull back. “Ask nicely, love.”

Her glare only serves to excite me. “Casper, I—”

“You need to open wide and breathe through your nose, sweetheart. I want to fuck that pretty little mouth.” Her eyes brighten and those fingers between her thighs work her faster. “But only after you tell me who you belong to. Whose cock makes you whimper like the greedy little wife you are?”

Aurora shivers, and the smile she tries to fight back slips through. “No.”

“No?” I hum and pull her head further away, angling it toward my face, and stare her down. “Is that your final answer?” With the hand not wrapped around her hair, I slap her left breast. “Are you saying you don’t want me to violate your mouth, Mrs. Jameson?” Gem doesn’t respond, but I see the very second she gives in and the expression on her face becomes one of pure relaxation. Of happiness. “Answer me, love. Without the words, we will stop.”

“Yes.” It’s a needy whine. A little breathless too. “Please let me feel you on my tongue. Please let me taste you.”

“Such a good wife.” Eyes on mine, she parts those lips and shows me her tongue. Waits for me. “So fucking beautiful, and I’m the lucky bastard that gets to keep you.”

“Only you.” Two words. Those two bloody words make my heart thump and my cock swell to the point of pain. Knowing she’s mine in this life and all the ones that follow are the true meaning of happiness.

I take ownership of everything she offers: her life, her love, and her pleasure.

One thrust, and I’m back inside her mouth. “Fuck, Gem. So good, baby.”

“More. Please.”

“As you wish.” Her hair is wrapped around my wrist, and I use that to keep her in place. Then, I’m an animal without mercy as I fuck that perfect mouth without pause. My hips move—piston in and out—earning little whimpering noises from deep within her.

I also don’t miss the goose bumps on her flushed skin, how the now darkened night leaves us with the gorgeous London skyline behind her tiny frame as the backdrop to our hunger. This uncontrollable thirst to devour and love.

The world outside these windows goes on, and people walk down the street without knowledge of our possessiveness. Our house of laws itself is just a few minutes’ walk from here, and I personally know more than one wanker there who’d give his left testicle to have my head on a silver platter, but instead, I’m alive and being worshipped like a god.

Her mouth is hot and soft, and each time I enter her throat little noises escape and more spit covers my flesh. Motherfuck. Two more pumps and I pause, loving the way her small tongue skims my bollocks. Quick, gentle little slides and then the vixen I call mine swallows.

Gritting my teeth, fighting the urge to make her gag while her nose skims the base, I let her do this a few more times because at the first sign of her own pleasure cresting, I have her thrown over the back of the couch with her behind in the air. She squeals at the sudden move, but this quickly turns into a low moan when my hand meets her lace-covered arse.

Three hard smacks in rapid succession have her cheeks blooming warm against my fingers. My touch is rough, uncontrolled as I yank—rip her panties on the right and pull them aside to expose her. They gather at the crease of her left thigh, the lips of her sex wet and her core swollen, and I run the head of my cock across her slit.

Her juices shine across her flesh and now mine. Her legs tremble in anticipation, but it’s the scream that leaves her as I bottom out in one fluid thrust that makes me shiver.

My nerve endings come alive; they throb as her walls envelop me—fucking choke my length. It’s tight and wet and what I consider to be my heaven.

Of their own accord, my eyes close and my head tilts back. She feels amazing, and I only pause long enough to take in a deep breath before I fuck my wife like she deserves. Like she craves. Like the bloody queen she is.

I thrust hard and pull out swiftly, riding my girl until she’s quivering, begging me in that pretty voice for mercy, but I ignore it.

Instead, I impale and lift her before laying us face down on the couch. She’s flat beneath me, legs open just enough that I slip inside and Christ, she’s even tighter like this. My body covers hers from head to toe, my lips at her ear. “I love how much you yearn to please