My Valentine by Jaimie Roberts
I smirk when dirty thoughts spring to mind. “So, you’re not my father?” He shakes his head. “But what if you were?” I snake my hands up the inside of his thigh. “Would you stop me from doing this?”
David’s breathing becomes shallow, and as I look down, I notice a distinct bulge in his trousers.
“Scarlet,” he warns, but I don’t stop. The fact that he’s warning me makes me want to take this further.
As I lean forward—close to touching his cock—I almost press my lips to his. He breathes heavily into my mouth, causing me to moan slightly. “Would you let me kiss you and call you Daddy?” I rub my hand over his hard shaft, and I marvel at David’s reaction. I watch as he closes his eyes, and his Adam’s apple bobs up and down. He doesn’t want to admit this, but I’m turning him on.
“Scarlet, stop,” he urges, but it’s a half-hearted attempt.
“If I were your daughter, would you let me take your cock out and suck it?”
On a growl, he says, “That’s enough.”
I carry on rubbing, and my pussy throbs at my own words and the reaction they’re creating. I know he’s getting frustrated now, but I can’t help pushing the limits.
“If I were your daughter, would you let me put your cock inside my wet pussy?”
Jolting up, he grabs my wrist, pulling me from his cock. “Scarlet, I said that’s enough!”
He’s angry because I’m making him feel things he doesn’t want to feel. But, it’s there.
And by fuck is it turning me on.
Grabbing his shirt, I crush him to my lips so violently, our teeth clash together. Soon after, I rip his shirt open. Buttons fly everywhere landing on the floor with a gentle thud. I don’t know what’s come over me. I feel like a wild animal that wants to be taken and taken raw.
“Fuck me!” I growl. “Tell me I’m a naughty, dirty girl who needs to be punished.”
A deep rumbling sound forms at the back of David’s throat. In quick succession, he hitches up my skirt, rips my knickers from my body and lifts me up onto his desk. “You’re a naughty, disobedient girl, and now I’m going to punish you. I’m going to fuck you till you scream.”
“Fuck, yes!” I shout, frantically trying to undo his belt and unzip his trousers. Once undone, I yank them down, along with his boxer shorts, but David takes over the rest. He holds me in place and puts his cock at my entrance. He stills for a moment, both of us breathless. I’m on a high, needing my fix, but all he does is stare into my eyes.
“You’re going to get it now,” he smirks, before shoving his cock deep inside me.
Throwing my head back, I scream, “Yes!” as David pounds himself into me over and over again. It’s like I’ve released the beast.
And boy am I celebrating the fact.
“Give me your mouth,” he orders, and I comply straight away, meshing my tongue with his. I’m breathless and on fire. Every thrust of his hips is coaxing an orgasm out of me, and he’s only just started.
“Is this how you want it? Is this how the little slut likes it?”
“Yes!” I scream, wanting more—needing more.
“You like it when Daddy puts his cock inside you, huh?”
I detonate around him like a fucking grenade. I never knew David had it in him for this dirty, filthy talk, but by fuck, do I love it. As I come around him, screaming his name, David slams into me over and over.
“Fuck, Scarlet, I can’t hold onto it any longer. You feel too fucking good!” He cries out, flexing his hips three more times before stilling.
“You are one fucked up lady,” he says, breathing heavily into my ear.
“Thank you,” I answer on a smile.
He starts laughing as he pulls himself up a little to see my face. “What are you turning me into?”
“Could it be that you’ve always been like this, but it’s taken me to set you free?” A big part of me relishes that idea.
He smiles before taking my hand and kissing it. “You keep pushing me like this, and I’ll end up wanting more than you can give.”
I startle a little at his confession. I know it’s wrong of me to push him, but then that’s me all over. Stick a rule in front of me, and I’ll not only break that rule, I’ll also give it a one-finger fuck you for good measure.
“I’m constantly horny,” I admit to him. “Even more so than usual. I just want to fuck you all the time.”
He shakes his head on a chuckle. “That’s probably the pregnancy talking, but I must admit, I’m glad you said it was me you wanted to fuck and not that you wanted fucking.”
I smirk. “Does the thought of me fucking someone else make you jealous?”
Growling, he pulls me towards his lips. “I don’t want it to, but it does. I don’t like sharing.”
The moment he says this, Reid comes into my head. I don’t know how many times I heard him saying the exact same thing.
Cursing myself for thinking about him, I decide instead to give him a big fuck you. “Can you kiss me?” I ask David. “Here.” I point in the direction of my pussy. I haven’t had a good licking down there in ages, and I know David was the best ever at giving head. Better than Reid—better than anyone.
“You don’t know how much you blow my mind with your tongue.”
David’s eyebrows rise on a smirk. “You miss me eating your pussy?” I nod. “Okay. I think a refresher course is in order then—a little reminder of how much you’ve missed.” He kneels down in front of me, taking a seat on his chair. He’s face to face with my pussy now as I spread my legs far open for him. “You smell of sex.”
“I smell of you—of your come inside of me.”
“I want to come inside you again, over and over until there’s nothing left but me inside of you.”
“Ooh, possessive talk,” I tease, smirking down at him.
“I’m going to lick that pussy of yours and make you scream until the only vocabulary you have left in your mind is my name.”
Fuck, I love his dirty talk.
“Please,” I answer breathlessly. He smiles before diving his head in. He eats my pussy until I feel like I’m going to pass out.
And as I come hard, practically crushing his head in my thighs, I smile at the thought that David was right. The only vocabulary I did have left in my mind was his name. In fact, I screamed it over and over again.
Reid
It has been several days since that incident in my bar, and I still can’t wrap my head around what happened. Despite not wanting to think it, I’ve had no other choice but to put the whole thing down to the strong marijuana I’d gotten from Akilah. I did Google it, and although it’s not common to hallucinate on marijuana, it is possible.
I’m desperate to see Dr Mercy. A part of me wants to see her to ask her about what’s happening, but another part of me misses her. I hate that. I don’t miss people. I normally don’t give a shit. I keep telling myself that it’s just because of everything that’s been happening. She’s my calm after a battering storm.
I missed seeing her last week. She had to visit her family in Scotland. I’ve been tempted to call, but so far, I’ve managed to stop myself. I’ll be seeing her tomorrow, so today, I feel brighter. It also helps that it’s another beautiful day. There isn’t a cloud in the sky as I walk around the local Sunday market. As usual, it’s packed with people who want to do some weekend shopping. Unfortunately, all of the shops here are closed on Sundays, so there are very few things to do. At the market, at least everyone can still get fresh produce or pick up a bargain item or two. Me, I sometimes like to just walk up and down the aisles and feel the buzz from the people. Sometimes, I manage to pick up some lemons and limes for the bar real cheap. In fact, I have two bagfuls with me now.
One of the men at a market stall offers a blue and white striped shirt to look at, but I shake my head, offering a smile. When I turn to look where I’m walking, my smile fades. I see her.
Scarlet.
With a beautiful orange and red maxi dress on,
When she catches me staring, she locks her bright green eyes with mine and smirks. At first, I can’t move. My feet are locked into place.
“Scarlet,” I whisper, knowing she must be real. She’s alive. She’s fucking alive.
It’s only when the man she’s with grabs her hand and pulls her through the crowd that my feet find movement, making me drop my bags. I have to get closer—to definitely see for myself. I was a good twenty yards away from her, but enough to know it was her.
It has to be her.
Cursing under my breath when I lose them in the crowd for a second, I keep pushing through ignoring the grunts of displeasure from a couple of the locals I push aside. My stomach drops when I think I’ve lost them, but then I spot a strand of red hair bouncing from the sun. I know Scarlet was brunette, but her hair used to always flame red in the sun. I always used to marvel at that.
Keeping the momentum going, I see the dress, and I know I’m close. I can only see their backs, but I know it’s still them. The guy’s wearing a pair of navy khaki shorts and a white polo shirt, and he’s still tugging on her hand through the crowd. My blood boils thinking that she’s with someone else.
Is it that fucker Stuart? He has the same hair and the same build. If it’s him, I’ll kill him. I had originally planned on killing Stuart, but after I took my rage out on Scarlet, I knew I needed to flee. But now, thinking it’s him, my murderous rage surfaces, causing me to practically run towards the couple.
And I never run.
My smile grows wide as I get closer. I’m almost within striking distance when a kid falls over in front of me and starts crying. The mother, noticing this, bends down and starts soothing the wailing kid. I try to scoot around them, but there’s nowhere to go.
“Shit,” I curse under my breath, tip-toeing up to see if I can still see them. They’re there still, holding each other’s hands as they disappear from sight.
I’m not fucking giving up yet.
In my desperation, I pick the kid up and push him towards his mother. She starts shouting at me in Spanish. I apologise, but this just makes her angrier. I can’t stay here much longer as it’ll attract attention, so I push through and sprint towards the end of the aisle and out towards the corner of the street they’d turned onto when they disappeared. Once there, I look everywhere for them, but I can’t see them. I run down to the end of the next street, and that’s when I spot them, hand in hand.
Wasting no more time, I run towards the couple, and this time I know I will reach them. I have no obstacles in my way now.
Triumphant that I’m finally going to catch her—and murder Stuart in the process—I close in on them, my hand reaching out before I’ve even caught up.
As soon as I’m just close enough, I tug hard on Scarlet’s shoulder and spin her around.
But it’s not Scarlet.
She gives me a disgusted look. “What the fuck?” She seethes, looking angry at me.
The fucker she’s with—who I realise now isn’t Stuart—closes the gap between us and practically moves up in my face. “What the fuck’s wrong with you, man?”
I move away, apologising. “I thought she was someone else.”
He closes the gap between us. “That doesn’t give you the right to pour your hands all over my girl. I could fuck you up for this.”
I start laughing. I can’t help it. “Give it your best shot, arsehole. You’ll see what happens.” I look at the girl, realising that although there are similarities, there is no way that this is Scarlet. “I thought you were someone else. I offered my apologies, now I suggest we forget the whole thing and walk away.”
The idiot she’s with stands his ground, so I flit her a look that tells her that she better get him out of my fucking way. Instantly, she starts tugging on his arm.
“Eric, we’d better go. No one was hurt and he apologised. Let’s just leave it at that.”
Grabbing her hand again, he huffs in my direction. “Okay. I’m going to leave it just this once, but you were this close to getting a fucking smack,” he says, showing me with his finger and thumb just how close. I have this overwhelming urge to break into laughter again, but this time I quash it.
As they both turn and walk away, I let out a breath. I lean against the wall for support and rub my hands over my face. I could have sworn it was her.
I really am going fucking crazy.
Shaking my head, I fetch my iPhone from my pocket where my thumb eventually hovers over Dr Mercy’s number, I know I’m seeing her tomorrow, but I’m also fucking desperate. I’m about to click on her number when my phone starts ringing. It’s from the bar, so I immediately answer, knowing it’s Akilah.
“Brother, we have a problem.”
Scarlet
“I knew you loved me,” I tease, watching David stroll over to me in the hot tub. He places a glass of bubbly next to me together with some strawberries. Once down, he taps the glass.
“Non-alcoholic, for the baby,” he winks.
I sigh as he sits down by the edge, his eyes roaming over my bulging breasts. That’s another thing about this pregnancy. My boobs are huge.
“You’re such a buzz kill.”
“And you’re still burying your head in the sand. At some stage, Scarlet, you’re going to have to start acknowledging the fact that you’re pregnant and going to be a mother.”
“Yuck,” I say, turning my head in disgust. “Don’t say that word.” Part of me is putting on a front. Inside, I am the most terrified I have been since my father.
“Why do you keep putting yourself down? I think you’ll be a great mother.”
“Yeah, like my mother was?”
“All the more reason to prove that you can be the best mother there can be.”
Wanting to change the subject, I say, “Aren’t you going to join me?”
I watch as he rises. He’s wearing a grey suit, white shirt and his purple tie is now loosened. He looks quite positively sexy. Then again, David always looks sexy to me lately. My hormones have been going crazy around him. It’s any wonder he comes home as I can’t seem to leave him alone.
“I’ll go get changed.”
I smile and watch as he leaves, his pert arse clenching with every step he takes outside. “Stop looking at my arse,” he shouts as he’s out the door. I smirk and then take a look at the strawberries next to me. I pick one up and bite into it. Immediately, the juices are overflowing and running down my chin. I hunch over, trying to capture the liquid in my hand. The strawberry is gorgeous. I take a sip of my non-alcoholic champagne, which tastes like grape. Disgusting. I need the real deal.
“Is this better?”
Looking up, I find David walking through. His bronze chest is bare with little to no hair in the middle. He’s not too muscular—just toned in all the right places. His hair has been cut shorter recently, which I kind of like, but I also miss running my hands through the longer strands and gripping them tightly as he fucks me.
“You’re giving me that look again. Keep your pants on for now. We need to talk.”
I snap my eyes away from his body and look into his light brown eyes. I never noticed before, but his eyes look even lighter than normal. You could even say they look green like mine.
David is careful as he takes two steps down into the hot tub and grabs a strawberry from the bowl. With a wag of his finger and a smirk, I get up from my seat and almost crawl seductively towards him. In fact, I would do just that if I wasn’t going to drown in the process.
“Open wide,” he instructs.
I do as I am told and he watches with interest as I bite into the strawberry. The juices run down my chin again, and I moan when David licks it all up. “You say you want to talk first, but then you pull a stunt like that. Are you t
“I love waking your beast, but not right now.”
I climb on top of his lap and throw my arms around his neck. I lean forward, kissing him seductively on the lips. “Did you have a good day at work, dear?”
David shakes his head on a laugh. “Look at you turning all domesticated.” I shudder, causing him to laugh even harder. “I’ll break you one day. You watch. You’ll be my little domesticated goddess. What’s the saying, ‘If you make her orgasm, she might just make you a sandwich?’”
I smirk. “I seem to recall I made you one the other day.”
“Yes, after you coerced me into licking your pussy for the third time. You’re fucking insatiable.” He shakes his head as if to clear his thoughts. “Shit, even when I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you, we somehow end up talking about sex.” I try stifling a laugh and he nudges me. “Hey, I’m being serious.”
“Okay,” I say, putting my hands up in the air before moving away from him to the other side of the tub.
“You didn’t have to move.”
“Are you ever going to spit it out?”
He offers me a boyish smirk before saying, “Your mother’s reported you missing to the police.”
Well, that brought the mood down considerably.
“I don’t want to be found, David.”
He places his hand out in front of me. “It’s okay. I haven’t said anything. You’re safe here with me for now, but at some stage we’re going to have to think of something. Sooner or later, someone might recognise you. Your hair may be different, but your eyes certainly still give it away.” He sighs. “I don’t know how you would feel about this, but what if we sold up here and moved to LA? That’s where my main marketing company is based. I’ve done some research and picked a couple of areas where there are some fantastic schools and a semi-easy commute to work. I can set you up in an office where you can practice whenever you want around the baby.”
Information overload. “It sounds as though you’ve figured it all out.”
I look away, but out of the corner of my eye I see David manoeuvre over to me, placing an arm around my shoulder. “You don’t like the idea. It was only a suggestion.”