I was so wet that my pussy offered no resistance as he tapped out, filling me full, and I let loose a keening sound as my head flopped back against the cushions, uncaring if it messed up the long, flowing waves of my hair, not giving a damn so long as he carried on fucking me.
One hand went to my lower stomach which he palpated, and the other went to my clit. I let my legs cross around his back, so that my heels could dig into his ass whenever he pulled out too far, as he worked me back to where I’d been without him. Except empty never felt so good as being stuffed with his cock.
He started to fuck me. Hard, fast. Rough. But I didn’t mind. Didn’t give a damn. I needed this, neededhim. Everything he had to give was mine. It belonged to me, just like he did.
He was mine as much as I was his.
My pussy clamped down around him at the thought and a choked cry escaped me as my climax blossomed inside me, bursting free like a gust of wind sending the frothy seeds of a dandelion floating through the air.
I clutched at him even as he pulled out, but before I could complain, he grabbed a hold of his cock and before my bewildered eyes, jacked off. With his spare hand, he shoved my skirts aside, then gritted his teeth, clenched his jaw, forcing the sinews in his throat to pop up as he came all over me. My pussy, my pubis, my lower belly.
Everywhere was anointed with him.
A growl escaped him as the last few spurts of his cum covered me, thick white trails that ran starkly across my skin, contrasting with the glistening folds between my legs which were drenched with my own arousal.
Our harsh, panting breaths were all that could be heard in the cabin of the limo, and even then, the sound of my heart pounding in my ears was louder still.
The sensation of being claimed, of beingownedby him overwhelmed me to the point where I could have burst into tears. Stupid, or not, my emotions raged at a fever pitch around this man.Aroundmy husband.
When he reached down and started to rub his seed into my flesh, I caught his eye, willing him to say it, to whisper the word I was coming to associate with him, the only word that would keep those tears at bay…
And like he heard me, like he knew what I was thinking, he smirked at me, so cocky, so in fucking control that I almost wanted to slap him because I was anything but...
“Mine.”
Which was, I was coming to realize, the only thing I wanted to be.
A shaky breath escaped me before I whispered in return, “Yours.”
Possessiveness flared in his eyes, a rich starkness that made me preen under his gaze as he reached into his pocket with sticky fingers and pulled out a handkerchief. He wiped his fingers as clean as they could be, earning my eternal thanks because, as much as I wanted to clean them for him, fixing my lipstick in this light would be a nightmare.
With that done, he pressed the cloth between my legs then raised it to his nose. Before my eyes, and with my cheeks growing hotter still, he sniffed it and rumbled, “Delicious.”
Heart fluttering, I watched as he tucked it back into his pocket, then pulled out a small ring box—something I gathered from the size alone.
He was still between my thighs, my cunt was still on show and my lips were parted as he placed the box low on my pubis. With that done, he pulled a longer one out of his side pocket, this one more for a bracelet.
I watched as he reached for my left hand, twisting it slightly so he could press a kiss to my ring finger, before he murmured, “I have a feeling we’ll always do things ass backward, Camille.”
I blinked at him. “I rather like the way we do things.”
“Only ‘rather,’ hmm?” he teased gruffly, making my lips twitch as he opened the ring box.
No fumbling with this man. He was as confident as ever as he revealed an eternity band that was like no other.
This wasn’t thin and dotted with diamonds. This was thick. Six diamonds, over a carat each, stacked side by side, nestled between more diamonds that made up the rest of the rim. It should have been gaudy, but it wasn’t. And my engagement ring slotted perfectly into it, letting me know that it was a matching set.
“It’s beautiful,” I whispered, sitting up slightly.
I didn’t even care that my pussy was on display, just wanted that ring on my finger.
Hisring on my finger.
As he slipped it on, I swore to God, it felt like he slipped on a seal of ownership. Neither of us wore wedding bands, and yes, that felt strange to me, but that he’d one-upped that with an eternity band… well, it shouldn’t have lit me up from the inside out, but it did. It truly did.
Such extravagance wasn’t necessary but it made me feel like I belonged. Not like a woman who’d trapped him, but like he really meant it when he said I was his.Forever.
I clenched my fingers around it, not surprised that it fit perfectly as I stared at it, overjoyed with what I was seeing.