Valentine’s Day Sex Surprise Part 2: The Joke Is On You ♕

I had cheated on my new boyfriend and ruined the Valentine’s Day Sex Surprise.

After a few minutes, my Valentine’s Day Sex Surprise was ruined; I got some wipes and cleaned myself up, scared that my new boyfriend could walk in any moment. I was so shocked at myself that I’d fucked the DoorDasher; I couldn’t imagine going through that again. Just as I relit the candles, there was a knock on the door again. Definitely no blindfold this time. “Come in!” I said. Moments later, my boyfriend was standing in the doorway to my room, pizza box in his hand, mouth agape at my display of petals, candles, and roses. “Oh, you silly man,” I said, taking the pizza and putting it on the dresser, “I told you I DoorDashed!”

Seeing me up close sure turned him on. I could easily see the bulge in his pants. I smiled thoughtfully, feeling appreciated, and leaned into him to nibble on his neck. He sighed at my touch and melted into me. Yes, I thought, come under my power. In a small way, I was angry at him that it wasn’t him who’d fucked me earlier because that fuck was so. Goddamn. Incredible! But then again, I was just getting warmed up. My Valentine’s Day Sex Surprise was back on track.

I hoped he wouldn’t smell the stench of sex and ruin the Valentine’s Day Sex Surprise.

He pushed me onto the bed forcefully, but it turned me on. I spread my legs, ready for him to enter me, but he got down on his knees and burrowed his face in my pussy instead. When the tip of his tongue touched my clit, I was instantly wet. This was supposed to be his Valentine’s Day Sex Surprise, not mine! Still, I relaxed and breathed deeply as my juices flowed into his wanting mouth.

Eventually, I couldn’t take it anymore. “Fuck me,” I said, “fuck me, baby,” as I writhed in pleasure, ready for him. In a frenzy, he undid his pants, pulled down his boxers, crawled on top of me, and slid the bottom of his cock down my slit. “Put it in,” I cooed, and once I felt the fullness of his flesh swell inside of me, I felt complete, though I did feel a slight sting of disappointment that he wasn’t as big or as hard as my mystery man from the earlier Valentine’s Day Sex Surprise. That thought didn’t last long, as before I could think straight, my legs were up by my head, and he was pounding me with pure animalistic fury, smacking my ass until he left red fingermarks. As he pressed me down into the bed, I felt like, at any moment, I would come.

My pussy began convulsing, and I had a big Valentine’s Day Sex Surprise.

Paragraph 5: As I moaned louder and louder, lost in the throes of passion, my boyfriend was ready to come, so he stood on the bed, pulled me up by the hair, and laid his cock across my face as his cum sprayed all over my forehead and hairline. “Yes, baby,” I sighed, “cum all over my pretty little face.” I closed my eyes and smiled, satisfied that my Valentine’s Day Sex Surprise had finally pulled off.

But then I heard a familiar voice rocking me to my core. “Sorry,” the voice said, “I forgot my phone.” My boyfriend and I shot our looks in the direction of the voice. It was the DoorDasher! He awkwardly picked up his phone from the nightstand, put it there while I had my eye mask on, and walked back out. “Who the fuck was that?” my boyfriend asked. “The DoorDasher from earlier,” I said, shrugging my shoulders, “I gave him a good tip!”