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

I’m shaking in his hold as a rush of wetness seeps from the tiny hole he’s licking and coats his chin. Another smack to the opposite asscheek and my hips gyrate as I push myself against his tongue and ride it.

His grunt of approval spurns me on.

His heavy-lidded eyes make me forget the world around us, and I give in. To our perversity. To our greedy need.

My right hand leaves his hair and I undo my bra, unclamping the front clasp. The salty fresh air greets my already hard nipples, my breasts feeling heavy, and I pull the right tip just as Thiago’s teeth scrape across the hood of my clit.

“So close,” I whimper, a keening sound that drives him wild. Makes his touch more demanding, almost angry, and my walls clench. “Make me come, Thiago. Please...oh fuck!”

His teeth embed in my mound and I’m screaming, shaking as the first wave crashes into me. It’s harsh. Unstoppable. And then I’m in tears, begging him to let go only to fight to keep upright.

His tongue is merciless, licking me without control and only pausing briefly at my entrance to dip inside and then start over again. I’m tender. I’m still coming when he pauses and lays a final kiss on my swollen bundle of nerves.

With his chin on my mound, Thiago smiles. It’s an easygoing one, almost boyish. “So beautiful.” Heat blooms across my cheeks then, giving away how much two simple words from those full lips affect me. I still blush for him in moments like these.

After everything we’ve done together.

What we’ve fought through.

I’m still that girl he met in junior high and claimed after only exchanging a handful of words.

“I love you, Papi.” Combing a hand through his thick hair, I return the grin, even though mine is followed by choppy breathing. By the shivers caused from the aftershocks of my orgasm. “No one in this world comes before you.”

“And you’re the only person in this world I will ever kneel for.”

3

“YOU HAVE SOME explaining to do,” Luna says across from me in the tub an hour later. I’ve been waiting for this question. In fact, I’m surprised she waited this long. “Where are we? Where are they? What’s going—”

“Breathe, Beauty.” Her pout only serves to make my cock give a harsh jerk beneath the bubbly water. It’s subtle beneath the suds, but Luna bites her bottom lip as if she knows. Dangerous woman. “And to answer; house in D.R., they are at the compound in Havana, and we are celebrating our first Valentine’s as a married couple.” Luna’s expression softens immediately and her bottom lip trembles. “Come here.”

“Bebe, this is incredible and God, I love you, but what about—”

“Come kiss me and say thank you.”

Those gorgeous eyes narrow in a mock glare. “Don’t get cocky. You still have a lot of explaining to do.”

For as much as Luna acts put out by my egotism, she loves it. Craves my asshole-like tendencies—is amused by how easily others bow while I bend the knee for her. Only her.

“We can discuss my cock later, Bella. It’s missing your lips.” Grabbing her ankle, I drag her across the tub and then grip her hips, depositing that hot little cunt a few inches from my length. “Now, repeat after me...”

“Thiago! Answer me.”

“Thank you, Bebe. I love you and—” A smack to my chest cuts off my reply, and I grin at the sting. My dick throbs and my hold on her flesh tightens.

It’d be so easy to take her. To make her ride me, but not yet.

I want her aggression. Need her to take her pleasure from me in pure, agonizing desperation.

“Details, Thiago. I need details.”

“Do they matter?” I’m going to pay for that.

“You’re evading.” Her small hand reaches below the water and grips me. Skin soft and fist tight, she strokes me twice at a torturously slow pace. And then stops. “Tell me. How much trouble are we in?”

“None.” I keep my eyes on hers, and when she’s satisfied I’m being honest, her small hand turns and then pumps my length, her pinky caressing my balls on each downward stroke. “There’s no hidden agenda.”

“Whose house is this?” She picks up the pace and I grit my teeth, stomach muscles clenching. “Answer, or I stop.”

“It’s yours.”

“What?” Luna falters in her strokes and I bite back a chuckle, my bottom lip taking the brunt of the action. My teeth dig in deep while my wife retains control and fire flashes in her sultry eyes. “What do you mean—”

“It means that I know my wife loves this country. That this is her second home and deserves a piece of land to call hers, to relax and play and seduce her husband.”

“Is that all?” Her thumb slides across the head of my cock, adding pressure to the underside before picking up her pace. My eyes close and my head tips back, a growl building in my chest. “Just to have sex?”

“No, because I live and breathe to make you smile.”

“Te amo.” Luna smashes her lips to mine, her tongue slipping past my parted lips while her hand pumps me. It’s fast and her hold near painful and I’m groaning into her mouth, arching my hips into her fist.

Now, she’s fucking me. Pushing me to the edge while her body undulates above my thighs, her other hand hidden beneath the bubbles. She’s breathing hard and her face is flushed, thighs quaking above my own.

Fuck, she’s hot. And mine. Only mine.

“This is yours because I love you.” It’s a hiss as I cup her right tit and squeeze, pulling on the tight little dusky pink tip. “Because making you smile is the only thing that matters