My Kinky Valentine Read Free

the rising tide of pleasure. No regrets.
    “I never said I wanted your pussy. I said I
loved your ass. You’ve gotta learn to trust me, babe.”
    Sher’s shallow breathing echoed inside
Rita’s ears as her lover grounded her soaking wet sex against
Rita’s ass, banging her deep, pushing her forward with each
stabbing movement. Rita felt the trembling flesh around Sher’s end
of the dildo. It wouldn’t be long now.
    Sherri shouted and crashed against Rita’s
body pressing her onto the mattress as she erupted in a
mind-blowing orgasm. Rita turned around to cradle her lover’s soft
and trembling body as the waves hit her.
    “I’ve got you,” she whispered inside Sher’s
mouth.
    Their kiss went on forever but Rita’s body
was about to explode.
    “Sher, hon, I need to come. Please.”
    They locked eyes and Sher’s were still
unfocused but she had a knowing expression on. She slowly covered
Rita’s mouth with hers, nibbling at her full lower lip as she
pinched her engorged clit. As her tongue penetrated Rita’s hot
mouth, she twisted the hard nub between her fingers and drank the
other woman’s shouts of ecstasy.
    It took a long time for Rita to come down
from the heavenly spot Sher led her to but she landed in the safety
of Sher’s arms. “Thank you, hon.”
    Their bodies fit together perfectly and just
before she fell asleep Rita smiled when she realized she was still
wearing the red dress and high heels.
     
    * * * *
     
    On the luxury car, Rita was pumping her sex
as she relived those glorious moments. Her left hand spread her
folds apart so that her right fingers probed her scorching core.
She jumped out of her skin when a handsome man appeared on a screen
in front of her.
    “That’s a ‘no-no’ Miss Collins.”
    With her heart beating like crazy against
her rib cage, Rita sat up straight and pulled her hand out of her
dripping channel.
    “Your pussy is mine now. Remember?”
    Her body reacted funny at the famous Mr.
Ferguson catching her red-handed: more liquid pooled inside
her.
    “You don’t use it without my permission. Is
that understood?”
    She didn’t trust her voice so she
nodded.
    “Good. Lick your fingers and tell me how you
taste.”
    Rita hesitated. She couldn’t tell if she
resented the fact he was a man or his commanding tone. Being used
to giving orders, Rita wasn’t very good at taking them.
    “I’m not a patient man.”
    The way he raised one perfect eyebrow
emphasized the remark so effectively that Rita lifted her hand to
her mouth and did as she was told. She held his gaze – a dark shade
of amber with specks of green. Remarkable color. Mesmerizing eyes
that bored into her as if reaching for her soul. She sighed.
    “Your moans tell me you taste divine. Is
that how you taste Miss Collins?”
    “I taste fine.”
    “Hmm I’ll be the judge of that later then.
I’d hate to find out I’ve acquired something that’s below par. Par
meaning perfect, that is.”
    He actually winked at her betraying his
youth. James Ferguson was only twenty-nine and the perfect result
of an old-money upbringing except for his open homosexuality.
Everyone knew he was gay and dated another billionaire named Ronald
Westminster. Few people knew he was in fact bisexual. Fewer – not
even his boyfriend - were aware of something Rita found out
recently. James Ferguson had a thing for virgins. He enjoyed being
the first man to have sex with a woman. His great looks would win
them over while his deep pockets would safeguard his privacy in the
form of generous confidentiality agreements. He picked and chose
the most stunning women.
    “No worries though. You’re gorgeous, Miss
Rita Collins. The pictures and video you sent me didn’t do you
justice.”
    “I hope I can please you, sir,” Rita’s
hesitant statement was very uncharacteristic. She didn’t understand
why he made her feel like an insecure teenager. She used to be a
strong-willed woman up until a few minutes ago. What’s wrong
with