When your name is Valentine, February’s pretty much gonna suck.
Valentine Smith H-A-T-E-S the month of February. The constant jokes about her name and comparisons to the chubby guy with arrows are enough to make her want to run and hide for the entire month.
But, this Valentine’s Day, the ultimate joke is about to be played on poor Valentine. She’s supposed to choke on a chocolate heart and die. You’d think that would be bad enough. But when she misses her chance to die, she finds herself running from an overly ambitious angel and a sexier-than-hell devil named Abbadon. In the race between good and evil it’s no contest. Hell has sexy green eyes, lots of yummy muscles, and a truly decadent pair of lips to ease her pain!
As she approached the partially open door, she heard water running. Damn! It sounded like Don was in the shower. She really needed to pee. Maybe he was just running water in the sink or something.
She crept closer to the door and stopped, peering carefully through the crack.
What she saw caused her to give a little squeak.
Don stood in a large, open shower, enclosed by three walls lined in black tiles that shone in the spray from an oversized showerhead in the ceiling. He stood with his back to her and his head down, letting a steaming wash of water play over his dark gold hair. The water caressed his wide shoulders and slid down his long back, creating a glistening sheen on a truly fine pair of hard, round buttocks and painting his dense thighs and sharply cut calves with a transparent gleam. He was buck-naked perfection in the male form.
Pain speared Valentine’s chest, and she realized she’d forgotten to breathe. She sucked air and swallowed hard. Her pussy clenched with hungry desperation. Her pulse kicked in her veins. First the dream and now a full-scale visual attack, aggressive enough to bring a weaker woman to her knees. In fact, as Don turned around to grab a bar of soap, the idea of falling to her knees gained ground. Especially if she could get eye level with the massive cock waving happily before him.
She moaned at the sight and reached down to touch herself as a wave of sheer lust made her stomach knot with violent need. As incredible as he’d looked from the back, he was even more glorious from the front. His broad chest was softly furred with golden curls that trailed from the perfect V between his pecs down the flawless geography of superstar abs and lower, to the place where a thick nest of gold curls embraced a truly stupendous cock.
She pressed shaky fingers against her clit as he reached down with the bar of soap and started slathering the lovely column of half-hard flesh, beginning with the thick, purple head and working his way down to the pendulous sac below it. His head dropped back as he worked himself over with both hands and water caressed his broad forehead in loving strands, falling in glistening streams to the shower floor.
Valentine leaned against the doorframe and rubbed harder. Pleasure spiraled upward from her mons, narrowing her gaze.
The floor rumbled beneath her feet, and Valentine’s eyes widened. The rumble grew until the doorframe she leaned against swayed slightly, throwing her off balance.
Don dropped the bar of soap and looked up with surprise as she fell through the door. “Val, you’re still alive.”