He takes my hand, kissing my knuckles softly. “Kat, you thought you didn’t deserve a fairytale, that it was rare. And while it’s true it is rare, you most definitely deserve the happy ever after and I hope that you’ll choose to spend it with me, as my wife.”
There’s no other answer I can give, except a choked nod, and a small squeal of excitement. “Yes . . . with all my heart, yes.”
Derrick slips the ring on my finger before sweeping me up in his arms, spinning me around. “That’s my Kitty Kat. Thank you for giving me my dream.”
I hug him tightly, kissing his lips hard. “No . . . thank you. Thank you for showing me that I didn’t need a fairy tale fantasy, what I needed was real love from a real man. After that, the dream will happen on it’s on.”
Our kiss deepens, my silky dress letting me slide down Derrick’s body as our joy quickly mixes with intense heat. I can feel his cock already hardening for me, and my nipples are stiff and electric against the slick fabric. Getting on my knees, I look up at him. “Now, I think I want to start our celebration. You can call the delivery guy while I have a suck of your big-”
“Don’t say it . . . unless you want me to be too distracted to order,” Derrick chuckles. “Mmm . . . sexy, smart, loving, mine, and oh so dirty in a good way. My Kitty Kat.”
I reach for his waistband, undoing his belt while I grin. “I want General Tso’s chicken. And as for you being distracted . . . well, just think, after our food you can bend me over the couch and fuck me any way you want. But first I’m going to enjoy a taste of this amazing cock.”
I draw the word out the way I always do for him, knowing that it’s driven him crazy since day one, still does today, and hopefully will for many more happy years of dirty talk.
His cock pops free, and I look up at him. He grins down at me, telling me what he knows I want to hear. “Go on, Kitty Kat. Suck my cock down your pretty little throat like my naughty girl.”
My mouth waters, and I immediately swallow him whole. Dirty? Maybe, but nothing could be better.
We’ll have to call the family to tell them the news . . . later.