“Yes! Fill my tight hole,” Faith screams and tips her head back.
Her entire body shudders when I stop thrusting, and press my hips to her ass and grind my cock inside her just like I know she loves. Snaking a hand between our bodies, I find her swollen clit, and start rubbing the nub faster and faster until I feel her clenching around me, squeezing my cock so hard I feel faint.
My name falls from her lips on a scream, “Vincent!”
I pull out and push back into her a couple times, enjoying the way her womb continues to convulse around me.
“Tell me you want it,” I grit out, feeling my orgasm on the horizon.
“I want it. I want you to come inside of me. Please… please, Vincent.” Her soft little pleas push me over the edge, and with a roar, I explode. Sticky jets of my warm cum fill her tight channel. There is so much cum it starts to drip out of her and down my cock.
Fuck, there is no sight quite like the one right before my eyes. After a few moments, I ease out of her and take her into my arms and collapse on the couch. She lies with her head against my chest, my fingers running through her soft locks for what seems like an eternity before she interrupts the silence.
“What did you want to talk to me about earlier?” she whispers, her blue eyes twinkling with joy.
The nervous knots from earlier returns. Shit. “Oh, yeah…” I trail off and sit up, forcing her to move. Her brows pucker, and she seems confused now.
I reach for my jeans and pull out the velvet box inside the pocket. I’m partially naked, and Faith is completely naked, but the moment for this has never felt righter.
Taking her hand in mine, I say, “Faith, when we got together a year ago, I thought it was a dream. I thought you would forever remain my obsession, the one thing I wanted most but could never have.”
“Oh, Vincent… I love you.” Tears fill her eyes, and my heartbeat rings in my ears.
“You’re the best thing to happen to me, and I want you to be mine forever. Be my wife, Faith.” I open the box and hand it to her.
Her eyes go real wide, and her mouth pops open. For a long second, the longest in the world, she says nothing. She just stares at the three-carat princess cut diamond ring like it’s a trap.
“Is this… is this real?” she whispers, her eyes darting between the ring and me.
I nod. “It’s real, baby. Be my wife. Make me the happiest fucking man in the world.”
It must finally hit her because she starts to nod her head, yes. Her hands tremble as I take the ring from the box and place it on her finger.
I take her by the cheeks and drag her face toward mine. “I need your words. Will you be my wife?”
“Yes, yes, I will be your wife. I love you so much.” She starts to cry, and I know I’m the luckiest man in the world. I got the best gift, not one year, but two years in a row.
Her lips find mine, and we fall back onto the couch, our bodies becoming tangled all over again. There’s no one I would rather spend the rest of my life with.
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