My Sinful Valentine (A Beautiful Sinners Collection) by Elena M. Reyes

Author:Elena M. Reyes [Reyes, Elena M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Elena M. Reyes
Published: 2021-02-16T18:30:00+00:00

“This place is beautiful. How did you find it...this?” The awe in her voice is worth the headache it was to buy this property. I had to threaten the owner into submission after he tried to play hardball with me at our first meeting. Fuck that, and him. I’m no one’s idiot, and he got twenty below market value for being a dick after I shot all four tires of his expensive sports car. “Is this small river part of the property, or communal with another territory since it’s so close to this side of the beach?”

“It’s yours.” Closing the gap between us, I pull her back to my chest as we stand atop the small rock formation that makes up the waterfall below. The lagoon beneath us isn’t deep and has two waist-high pools before tapering off and disappearing behind trees, intertwining with the local plant life and being a source of water for the wildlife. “You know sharing isn’t in my nature.”

“Thank you, Bebe. This is beautiful.” Turning her face, she tips her lips up. “I love it.”

Lowering my mouth to hers, I turn her around and kiss her slowly and with passion, with every bit of the hunger and need and love I have for this tiny and powerful woman. And fuck me, if she doesn’t melt into me—bare her soul to me with her every sigh.

With the way she fists my shirt or with the little hums of pleasure that escape from the back of her throat.

My hands skim down her sides and to the waistband of the scrap of denim she calls shorts.

I’m fingering the edge when I peck her one last time and pull back.

I’m fighting the demonic need to fuck her. Raw and savagely.

But I bought this place with one thought in mind. With a fantasy.

Exhaling roughly, I undo the button and then lower her zipper. “And I love to see you wet.”

“Perv,” she says, but the smile on her face shows she’s anything but put off. Then, because she’s a dangerous creature, my beauty shimmies her hips, forcing the shorts to pool at her feet. My mouth waters at the sight. My eyes go red with need as I take in the minuscule triangle that barely covers her mound and the two strings keeping it in place across her hips.

The very edge of her clit is visible. The turquoise material is see-through.

“Fuck me,” I groan, sliding a finger over the fabric and watching the goose bumps rise across my wife’s thighs and the way the damp fabric clings to her lips. “You little tease.”

“I’m here to please.” Luna reaches up, eyes closed while removing the tight Mrs. De Leon shirt she made using some machine that all the women in my family are nuts about. I’m almost afraid to look. Not for her, but for my sanity. So, I keep petting her. I keep rubbing the soaked fabric against her bundle of nerves and lower, dipping it just a little into her entrance.

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