“I am yours,” I agree. I mean it, though at this point he’s got me so worked up that I’d agree to just about anything he asked me to.
“Damn right, doll. Damn right.” He teases my folds again and slides inside my pussy. At this moment, I realize I never told him that I was untouched for him, but it’s too late.
Brutally, yet perfectly he owns me now.
And I love it.
I am pretty sure I love him too.
Chapter Five
Tex
I should have asked her if she was pure, but truth be told I didn’t want her to tell me she wasn’t. The tightness of her pussy has my eyes crossing. She feels amazing wrapped around my cock. Every sound she makes has me wanting to take her harder.
“Tex, please. I need more. Give me more,” she begs. Fuck, her begging me for my dick is the hottest thing I have ever heard.
“Fuck, doll, I am going to give you every damm thing,” I somehow manage to grit out.
Gripping her hips, I slam in and out of her. Her nails scour down my back. The pleasure/pain of it all is too much and fill her pussy with my cum. The fact that I could have knocked her fine ass up keeps my dick hard. I pull out of her slowly, her muscles not wanting to let me go.
Hard as granite, I get up from the bed and head into the bathroom. I wet a washcloth with warm water and clean myself up. Tossing it into the tub, I grab another, wetting it as well. Going back into the room, I find Bristol already under the covers, sound asleep.
As I stare at her, I realize that I yeah, it’s fast, but I am completely in love with her. I don’t know much about her likes and dislikes, but my soul recognizes hers. From the first millisecond that I laid eyes on her; I knew. I knew in my heart she was going to be my wife and soon. Pulling back the covers on the other side of the bed, I climb in beside her and before I have a chance to pull her to me, she moves on her own right into my side and snuggles as close to me as she can.
“Love you,” she murmurs in her sleep. I know that it shouldn’t count but it will always be the first time she told me that.
“Love you too, Bristol,” I whisper right in her ear and reach over to turn the lamp off.
Sometime in the night, I feel her hand on my thigh, moving up to my rapidly hardening cock.
“Are you awake, Tex?” she asks quietly.
“Yeah, doll. Your little fingers got me going.” My voice is husky and full of sleep.
“That’s the point, Tex.”
“Is it?” I stupidly ask.
“Yeah,” she whispers as she takes my cock in her hand. She tentatively jerks it.
“Fuck, doll,” I hiss. Her hands on me is out of this world.
She gets me fully hard, then she scrambles up and before I can stop her, she slams her pussy down on my cock.
“Oh my,” she gasps.
“Are you okay, Bristol?” I ask keeping still.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” she replies before rocking back and forth on me. Then, using her knees, she moves up and down on me like a fucking professional. If I hadn’t just popped her cherry, I’d be jealous as fuck right now.
“Good girl,” I murmur as I begin to buck up into her harder and harder.
“Fuck, Tex. I am going to come.”
“Come on my cock, Bristol. Be a good girl.”
“I am a good girl, Tex,” she squeals.
“My good girl,” I clarify.
“Your good girl.”
“Come for me,” I command, and she does. I have no choice but to fill her again. “Are you on birth control?” I ask suddenly as she climbs off of my lap.
“Oh damn. Some adult I am. I didn’t even think about that. I am not, but I have never been with anyone but you, so I am clean,” she says blushing.
“Oh, baby I know. I am clean too. You are my first. My fuckin’ only. I am sure that I just got you pregnant.”
“If it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be.”
“We’re meant to be. I was serious earlier. I want to marry you. Now. This weekend.”
“You don’t know me. I don’t know you.”
“We have the rest of our lives to get to know one another,” I say nonchalantly.
“Tex, this is crazy,” she says, but she’s smiling.
“It might be,” I agree. “But I don’t give a fuck. You know that you are mine.”
“I do know that,” she says looking down. I grab her chin and force her gaze to mine.
“So, what’s the problem?” I ask and when she doesn’t say anything, I get out of bed and go over to my suitcase.
“Where are you going?” she asks panicked. I root around in my bag until I find what I am looking for and then climb back into bed. I open the black square box and pull the ring out, sliding it on her left ring finger. It fits perfectly. “You just carry engagement rings around?” she asks. Her pretty face looks angry and I can’t help chuckling.