Valentina’s fingers only grip the crown of my head, her tongue desperate against mine. Her hips begin to roll, grinding her hot center against the growing bulge in my jeans.
I slowly drop her onto the bed, the mattress squeaking as she bounces. Willy yelps, jumping up like he intends on joining us.
“Willy—” Valentina squeals as Willy’s tongue laps at her cheeks, his little butt wiggling a million times a minute. “Not right now.” She tries to shoo him off, but he barks, wagging faster, as if this is some kind of game.
“Nope, later.” I scoop him off, placing him firmly on the opposite side of the bedroom door before closing it in his face. I prowl back toward Valentina, drinking in the sight of her skin as she makes quick work of her clothes, shucking her dress and panties before I can even reach the edge of the bed.
She licks her lips as she scrambles to all fours. “Undress for me, Rafael.” Her voice is thick with desire, her eyelids heavy.
Doing as she asks but unwilling to waste even a second more not touching her, I peel out of my shirt and jeans, standing before her in nothing but tight, black boxer briefs. She draws a circle around the garment. “Off.”
I smirk, dropping the boxers and stepping out of them. Feeling emboldened by her ravenous expression, I place bothfists on my hips, cocking my hip in a way that makes my dick jut out in her direction.
She laughs but meets my eyes with as much desire as always. “Very cute. Now, get over here.”
Crawling onto the bed, I stretch out next to her. Valentina straddles me, her pussy hovering just above my dick, the heat of her pouring around me. I suck in a greedy breath, coating my lungs with the potently sweet smell of her.
“Can I touch you?” I ask, looking up at her.
She nods slowly, her hands traveling down my chest with a sense of reverence. “You’re beautiful, Rafael. I thought you were the most devastatingly beautiful man I’d ever seen the first time I saw you.”
It’s a quiet admission, but it cuts straight to my core all the same. Sliding my hands up her arms, I cup her face, pressing a tender kiss to her swollen lips.
“I love you,” I whisper, and she smiles.
“I love you.”
Valentina lowers herself over top of me, sliding onto my cock with slow, unrushed rocks of her hips. Her golden eyes stare down at me, and a blanket of crimson curls surround our heads.
My hands find her hips, but I don’t rush her as she slowly takes me as if it’s the first time. Her arms quiver as she holds herself up, her tits bouncing with the effort, but she doesn’t break her gaze, and neither do I.
When she’s fully seated, she pauses long enough to lower, pressing a deep kiss to my lips, her body saying more than words ever could. I soak it in, basking in the glory that is Valentina Reyes and the love she’s given to me. It’s vast, unrestrained, and never ending—a gift I don’t always deserve but will keep until my dying breath.
Her pussy’s impossibly hot as she sits on me, and I feel the muscles working over my cock, squeezing and releasing as shebreaths. It’s deep, intentional, and my heart thunders in my ears.
Not because it feels good—that doesn’t even begin to describe it—but because it feels different. This isn’t sex, isn’t fucking. This is lovemaking, pure and simple, the act reserved only for the deepest kind of connection.
And Valentina’s sharing it with me.
I fixate my gaze on her face, watching her watch me, her eyes wide as her rocking gets quicker, her heavy tits and the tantalizing hoops pierced into each one rubbing against my chest in a promise for later. Later, we’ll have rough, fulfilling sex that allows us to release our pent up desire and want. But right now, we’re loving with our bodies, and I never want it to end.
My heart shatters, exploding into a million blistering pieces as she rides me, tears shimmering in her eyes. Her pussy takes from me, eating every inch, every pulse, every twitch as if it’s hers and hers alone.
“I’m yours. Completely, forever,” I vow, the words slipping out like the promise I unwittingly needed to make—for her as much for myself.
I’ve never had much of my own, and I never expected I would. I made peace with that a long time ago.
But then, Valentina came into my life, stealing my heart, and I realized I had so much more to give.And every piece of me, I want to give to her.
She lowers her face, kissing me deeply again, and I taste the saltiness of her tears against my lips. She’s releasing herself to me in a way she never has. This isn’t about finding and releasing but about giving and taking. She’s not losing herself within me—she’s finding herself, and giving herself to me with open arms.
In the world where good trumps evil, I’m grateful Saints and Outlawscancoexist. I don’t believe in happy endings—they’refar too final. I believe in hard beginnings, happy middles, and endings not yet written.
Whatever may come, I have the strongest, most beautiful, deserving woman by my side. And I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure our story never reaches its end.
FIFTY-SIX
VALENTINA
