My Sinful Valentine (A Beautiful Sinners Collection) Elena Reyes (good story books to read .TXT) 📖

It was also one of the main selling points when I visited the property a few months back and jumped in after my phone slipped out of my pocket, falling right at the edge of the waterfall. The elderly owner, whose wife didn’t care about this place, was some American businessman who used it as a summer home and had probably visited the country a total of three times.

Idiots. Total fucking idiots.

This lagoon has the ocean a few feet away, and beneath the cataract, we have a private rock bench to play on. It’s where I’ve envisioned taking my girl these last few weeks. Where I want to watch her eyes close and lips part on a silent scream as I empty deep inside her tight cunt.

She jumps a bit at the coolness of the stone beneath her skin but quickly forgets when I kiss her again, when my lips trail from Luna’s lips to her chin and down to her heaving chest, leaving little bites in my wake.

I’m sucking the tender flesh between my teeth, marking her. Loving her. Following a path down the center of her chest, not stopping until her pussy is an inch from my face, the clinging fabric of her bottoms the only thing separating us.

A job it failed at when after a long lick from clit to slit, I split the soft mesh down the middle, exposing her while the bottoms stayed on. I want to fuck her like this—through this opening just big enough to fit me.

Her eyes are on mine, heavy-lidded and hungry. Her small hand reaches between us and spreads her lips, rubbing two tight circles across her clit before I nip them and stand.

Fuck, I’m throbbing. My body feels as if I were a live wire and having control is a foreign concept.

Eyes on hers, I spit on her pussy and rub it in with my engorged head—once, twice, and then I hold it at her entrance.

“Please, Thiago. Bebe, I need you.”

“This won’t be gentle.” That’s my only warning through gritted teeth, and when she nods, I slam in to the hilt. She screams and her walls tighten around my girth, trying to hold me in place, but I stroke through the vice grip.

I’m punishing us with each jerk of my hips because this crazy, never-ending need pulses and dominates. Because it’s an insatiable desire and I can’t control myself.

And neither can Luna as she meets me thrust for thrust. Her eyes close and head falls back against the rock wall, her hips undulating against me while my fingers dig into her thick hips. I watch her through narrowed eyes as sweat beads at my temples and I ride her without pause.

Without an ounce of care as all I can feel is her.

I’m consumed by the tightness of her walls. By the shaking of her thighs around my waist.

The motherfucking way the fingernails of her right hand dig into my wrist as if I were her lifeline to reality.

“Motherfucking perfection, Beauty.” Pulling back just enough to watch me disappear within her warmth, I bite my lip. I’m soaked in her, glistening, and on the next slam in, I pause just long enough to watch her work herself on me. She’s riding me like this. Forcing every exit and entry. “That’s it, Mrs. De Leon. Make me come just like this.”

“Thiago, I’m close. Please, Papi...I need—”

“Always me. Only me.” Bringing my thumb to my lips, I lick the tip and then place it over her clit, just adding pressure while she moves against me. The harder I press, the faster she moves, and the flush on her chest a few seconds later tells me she’s close. “Fuck, Mami. I feel you...that’s it. Milk my cock.”

“Almost...so good,” Luna moans right before I squeeze her clit just shy of the point of pain and she comes on a silent scream, mouth open and chest heaving as pleasure rocks her body. She’s thrashing against my hips, getting tighter around my cock, and I place my lip atop of hers, tasting her pleasure in a quick and rough kiss.

“One more. Give me one more.”

“I’m sensitive.” It leaves her on a whine and I smirk, rubbing her clit with hard circles while I pump in and out, picking up the pace with each slam of my hips. On the third piston of my hips, she begins to shake. Her stomach muscles clench while her thighs try to hold me to her, but I don’t stop.

I fuck her like the animal she makes me feel like.

Gripping a thigh in each hand, I force them wider apart and up toward her body, changing the angle and punching in deeper with each thrust. My balls feel heavy. My cock throbs with each pulse of her walls, but it’s when she whispers Mine that I come.

Rope after rope of come leaves me and merges with her wetness, leaking from her tiny hole once she’s filled to the brim. And even then, I still push in a little deeper as I gift her every last drop. All of me.

This woman is my world, and creating a little family is all that I’ve ever wanted.

We stay inside the small cove for a while just being, hugging and kissing lazily until she shivers and I lift her in my arms. The trek back to the main house doesn’t take long, and along the path, we stop and touch and I might slip it inside again, but nothing is more memorable than the sweet smile on her lips when I lay her down in our bed, followed by the sigh that escapes her parted lips when I press my forehead against hers.

But it’s the low I love you that I live for. That I kill for.