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

me.” Slipping a hand between her and the couch, I rub two fingers over her clit. Her body arches at the touch, her arse grinding against me and I slam in hard, four times in rapid succession, as a reward. “I love how open you are with me and how being my dirty girl excites you. How you need me to call you mine. To tell you my cock will only be yours.”

“Just like I’ll only ever be yours.”

“I’d kill anyone that ever tries to break what God has bonded.” Nipping the area just below her ear, I apply a bit of pressure and then lick the sweaty skin. Blood rises to the flesh and a mark forms with my teeth becoming the frame for it. There are also goose bumps across her arms and back; she tightens around me, but still, Mrs. Jameson doesn’t come. I know she’s close, though, as I take in her every tell: flushed skin, trembling legs, this fluttering cadence of her walls as she fights to stave off the inevitable fall.

“I love you so much, Casper.”

“Again, love. Say my name.” Pulling her head back, I force her to arch her back so I can kiss her lips from above. This small shift in position brings me in deeper. I pound harder, and my cock swells inside of her as I embed my teeth into her bottom lip. The small bit of pleasurable pain causes her to clench, but when I cup her tit with the other hand and pinch her sensitive nipple, my wife explodes.

Her pussy milks my cock and as spurt after spurt empties inside of her. I continue to ride her with the same intensity, hips slamming in and our messy release dripping down onto the couch I purchased earlier today knowing I’d fuck her in front of this view at some point this weekend.

“Fuck, Gem,” I growl out, forcing my cock through her tight walls as she writhes and cries, my name her mantra and prayer. “Again, baby. Say it again.”

“I love you, Casper. I can’t live without you.”

“My forehead falls against the side of her temple and I kiss the sweaty skin, littering her head with little pecks. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Aurora.”

“Ditto,” she whispers back, and I laugh. Eyes closing and breathing hard, Gem lays there after I release her soft tresses and I follow suit, spooning her from behind as the very last ray of sun disappears and the bright lights of the world below illuminate our room. It’s not bright, a mere gentle glow, but it’s enough for me to watch her face and lift her thigh over mine after we situate, my already hard cock slipping inside her heat while the first soft snore leaves her throat.

And while she sleeps, I fuck her slowly and plan our date since today’s dinner has been canceled. Maybe I’ll sneak her away to Spain for the day and at night, we’ll fly to Paris and I’ll fuck her inside the Eiffel Tower.

“She’d love it too.” I lazily pump in and out while waiting for her to wake up.

Not that she minds. Not at all.

It’s in our marriage vows; thou shalt take your spouse as you please at any time. No matter the time or place, and my girl has taken advantage of our golden rule a few times herself in the past.

I’m a very lucky bastard.

4

“I LOVE YOU, Gem.” The words leave my lips after laying a small kiss on her temple. She’s tired.  Satiated and a bit loopy.

“Lub you woo,” Aurora garbles and burrows deeper, hugging her pillow while using mine to put between her legs. Adorable. “Go steal.”

She knows I’ll be gone for a few hours and what protocols to follow if something goes wrong. She’s aware of my plans with Callum, and where to meet up after.

My wife will be here until six a.m. tomorrow, and if I haven’t returned, she’s heading to my father’s house and then to Paris where my men will get her home.

“Sleep, love. I have a plan for us in the morning.”

She holds a thumb up at me, eyes closed. “Uhuh.”

“I’m going to fuck that perky little ass.”

“Mmm.” Her breathing evens out, body sinking in deeper into the plush comforter.

“Come in it.”

“Kay.” Aurora’s voice is barely above a whisper.

“And then take you to get my face tattooed on it.”

“Bye, bye.” I fight back a snort and turn to walk away, but not before giving those arse cheeks a light tap each. “Stop. Sleep now...no more sex.”

“Fucking cute.” Walking out of the room, I keep the noise level down and exit after checking that my cameras are turned on and synced to my phone. Not that I’m leaving her alone—there are two men sitting downstairs in the lobby and one in the stairwell on this floor waiting for any signal of distress.

Callum’s already outside the penthouse door, leaning against a wall, mobile in hand, when I step out. His eyes are on the screen, a small smirk on his face. “Took you long enough, mate.”

“You consider this late?” His eyes snap up to mine at my reply, and I catch a glimpse of the picture on his phone’s screen right before he pockets the device. It’s of a woman. One my wife knows well, and while I’m curious as to its meaning, I’ll keep the questions to myself. “I can always head back inside and slip beneath the covers and violate—”

“Shut it,” Callum snaps and then shudders. Immature prick. “Aurora’s like a sister, you wanker. I don’t need to hear that shit.”

A chuckle escapes me and I pat my front pocket, checking for the extra magazine clip and my Karambit. I’m already strapped, guns in my holster, but the other two are for those just-in-case moments