The Billionaire’s Valentine Vixen by Wyatt, Dani (sci fi books to read .txt) 📗

Her body is far smaller than I first thought. Her baggy, masculine clothes shielding her from the world and other prying eyes. Just the idea of other men lusting after her has my muscles tense and a hot fury swirls inside of me.

No other man will ever see her like this. The thought of it makes me think of squeezing their heads until their eyes burst from their sockets, never to violate her with their lust gazes again.

“Don’t be scared,” I whisper as I slip my hand onto the softness of her flesh; rubbing in small circles just below her belly button, the image of my child growing under my palm racing through me like sweet poison. “I’ll go slow…”

A tortured fantasy twists like gnarled tree roots deep inside me. There’s something spinning, unearthing like a demon from hell even as I touch heaven itself.

The war inside me is waging as my fingertips brush her bare lower lips. They’re slick as I dance over the smooth flesh, Alice’s breathing quickening as her legs fall open, her lips spilling out sleepy words I can’t quite make out.

Adrenaline surges through me, the danger, the risk of being caught making every second feel like an eternity.

“You like how that feels, baby?” I run the backs of my knuckles up and down her slit, the inner lips licking at my fingers, making my balls twitch, the weight of the cum inside them feeling like anchors weighing me down.

“Mmmmm.” Her soft moan sounds accepting. I know what I’m doing is wrong, but I can’t stop.

I drop my lips to the nape of her neck and kiss and lick her, tasting the nectar of her skin as I slip a finger just inside her outer lips, feeling the nub hiding behind the satiny flesh.

Using the pad of my middle finger, I move her clit in slow circles, her hips starting to sway as little rasping sounds catch in her throat.

I keep my rhythm slow as her knees fall wider, inviting my depraved invasion.

Stop now. Stop. Get your clothes and go downstairs.

The rational thought is fleeting as her hand reaches down and comes to rest on mine, moving, guiding, urging as her pussy soaks my fingers, giving herself to me even as her conscious mind is oblivious.

“That’s a good girl. Show me how you touch yourself,” I seethe into her neck, licking her skin and sinking my fingers lower, the risk of her waking only adding fuel to the dangerous fire she’s feeding. I find her entrance as her own fingers entwine with mine, pushing and pulling until I slip my index finger into her opening.

Barely.

Fuck. If this isn’t a virgin cunt, there are none. I scarcely get my finger inside before I feel the resistance. The thought that she’s pure only drives more boiling blood into my dick and thinking of fucking her has me on the edge of madness.

What if I fucked her now, raw, unprotected, and she didn’t wake? Or, no, that’s too risky, I could easily jerk off, fill my hand with cum, rub it inside her pussy maybe. What if I filled her with me, my child growing inside her and she would be completely unaware? My own virgin Mary…

Jesus fucking Christ, Roan, get a fucking grip. You’re losing it. This is wrong.

I inch my finger from her sopping opening, but she lets out a moan of protest, her hips grinding upward, her hand pushing down on mine.

“Please…” she moans in a sleepy whisper. “I want you to cum inside me.”

Holy fuck. This is beyond reason.

Her delicate body twists under the sheet as my fingers work her clit in circles, faster and faster. Her hand leaves mine and flings up and behind my head, turning hers until her lips are too close.

“Fuck, Alice…” I breathe out before pressing my mouth to hers, my tongue tasting her lips as her pussy gushes, soaking my hand as a sleepy orgasm trembles through her.

I grind my own needy erection into her hip, heaving out a release into my boxers, knowing no matter what happens, Alice is mine.

As my orgasm retreats, I do the unthinkable. I reach into my pants, slipping my fore finger into my sticky load, then reach down and paint her lower lips with my cum, slipping my finger onto her clit for good measure, then battling the urge to drive my digit deep inside her.

“Good girl.” I whisper. “You’re mine now.”

And then I slip from the bed before my tentative grip on my own self-control slips from my fingers. I pull the sheet over her, kiss her hair and back from the room, closing the door and making my plan.

5 Alice

There’s a perfect oasis just before you wake.

It’s where dreams are real, and reality is a dream. It can be a nightmare, or it can be the place where every soft, wonderful emotion you’ve longed for snuggles into you. A place where secret wishes come true. Unspoken desire collides with the promise of better things to come.

This is where I want to be right now as my own dream still pulses, in that perfect magical place between waking and sleeping. A low throb between my legs persists as the dream of Roan laying next to me, touching me, kissing me in a wide-open field, lingers in my half sleep.

I swear I can smell him, that bit of spicy cologne and spearmint on his breath. I stretch under the tangled sheet, blinking at the darkness still filling the windows, the low light from a single lamp on the other side of the large room showing the outlines of the furniture. The opulent bedroom many times bigger than the entire square footage of my childhood home.

Decadent. Selfish. Out of touch.

Then why do I have this thread that feels like it’s pulling me