“Your words.” She clutched at my hair on the base of my neck, and pulled me down to her. I kissed her neck, sucking and biting at her and she shivered under my touch.
“You like it when I talk to you?”
“Ask me again.”
“Marry me?”
“Yes.”
I slammed into her, whispering in her ear, “Marry me?”
“Yes.”
“Marry me.”
“Trask—”
“God, you’re perfect.” I sat back on my knees, holding her hips, and pounded into her. “You’re going to be my wife. You’re going to be mine forever. You’re going to carry our children. You’re going to grow old with me.” My pace was frantic. She was close, her walls fluttered around me and she squeezed her eyes tight. I reached out and grabbed her chin. “Look at your fiancé when you cum.”
Her eyes snapped open. “My fiancé.”
I continued my pace and when she came with my name on her lips, I spilled inside of her. I fell onto her in a giant heap, panting, “I love you” over and over.