Eating Her Heart Out

“You love me?” Katie whispered with a bright, hopeful expression.

I nodded and cupped her face between my hands. “I love you more than anything in this world or any other.” Her eyes filled with tears, and I panicked for a second but kept reminding myself they were happy tears. Still… “Don’t cry, baby,” I muttered as I wiped away a sparkling droplet with my thumb. “I don’t like it.”

“Happy tears.”

“I still don’t like it,” I grunted. Then I kissed her lightly before mumbling against her lips, “Now, tell me you love me.”

“Who says I love you?” A mischievous grin curled her mouth up, and I glared at her.

“Tell me,” I growled.

Suddenly, she threw herself into my arms and kissed me hard before saying the words I was dying to hear. “I love you, Sawyer. So very much.”

My body exploded with fire, and I crushed my mouth down on hers. As I plunged my tongue in to tangle with hers, I dropped my hands to her ass and lifted her, so she wrapped her legs around my waist. I didn’t falter a single step on my way to the nearest wall. I pressed her back against it and ground my big, rock-hard cock into the sizzling heat between her legs.

She ran her fingers through my hair, and I remembered the bare finger on her left hand. When I went to pull back, she tightened her grip on me, and I groaned, half tempted to wait until I’d satisfied our craving for each other. But the part of me that wanted to fuck my fiancée won out, and I tore my mouth away.

Katie mewled in protest and wiggled her lower body. “Patience, baby,” I grunted as I pinned her to the wall with my hips so I could reach into the inner pocket of my coat and retrieve a small velvet box.

“I don’t want to be patient, Sawyer,” she panted. “Please. I need you.”

“I need you too, Katie. That’s why I want you branded when I fuck you.” I held up the box, and her eyes lit up like the Fourth of July. Using my thumb, I popped up the lid to show her the custom-designed three-carat diamond ring.

Katie gasped as I removed the ring and captured her hand from behind my neck. I slipped the ring on her finger, then kissed it softly.

“Yes,” she whispered.

I raised my eyes to her face and watched her curiously as I asked, “Yes, what?”

Her smile was gigantic. “Yes, I’ll marry you. Live in this gorgeous house with you, have your babies, and grow old with you.”

My brow furrowed, and I grunted. “I don’t recall asking.”

Katie huffed adorably. “Putting a ring on my finger wasn’t asking?”

I shook my head and smirked. “It wasn’t a question, Katie. That was me telling you. This is happening.”

Before she could make a smart remark, I sealed our mouths together again. She moaned, and the sound went straight to my dick, causing pre-come to leak from the tip.

“I need to be inside you, baby,” I grunted against her lips as I slipped a hand between us to unbutton my jeans and free my shaft. “Need to feel my fiancée’s tight pussy gripping my cock while I fill you, so you're marked as mine, inside and out.”

“Yesss,” she hissed. I ripped her shirt over her head, yanked her bra down, and latched onto one of her hard nipples. While I sucked and nibbled, I dropped her feet to the ground and grabbed the waist of her leggings and panties. I released her breast long enough to shove them down and help her out of them. Then I divested us both of the rest of our clothes before I wrapped my lips around the opposite nipple and lifted her back up.

When her legs locked around me, the position pressed her wet pussy against my big, long dick, and we both exhaled raggedly.

“Sawyer,” she gasped as her eyes closed and her head dropped back. “Make me yours.”

“You’re already mine,” I growled after letting her nipple go with a pop. “But I’m more than happy to remind you.”

I slipped a hand between us and grabbed the base of my cock, giving it a squeeze to try to push back my encroaching climax. Then I lined it up with her channel and took her mouth in a deep kiss at the same moment that I drove forward. I thrust in fast and hard, fully sheathing myself inside her.

“Fuck,” I groaned as I broke away and buried my head in the crook of her neck. “So damn tight.”

Katie had gone still, and I raised my head to check on her. “Are you still sore, baby? Am I hurting you?”

She shook her head, and the burning hunger in her eyes eased my worry. “Not hurting. I just feel full and stretched. You’re really big.”