You Belong To Me

After pulling out of her tight cunt, he slammed back inside. Quinn didn’t let up, fucking her harder with each thrust. He truly couldn’t believe this woman was his to keep.

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Kaley pushed back against him, groaning at the depth of his cock. She didn’t need him to leave a mark on her body. Quinn had left a mark on her heart and soul. There was no other man for her.

She could forgive him anything, even him reading her stories.

He fucked her hard, harder than ever before, and she loved every second of it. She found herself looking at the ring on her finger, evidence of their coming union. They were going to be married for all to see. No other woman would ever have a hold of him.

She intended to be the only woman he ever needed.

The movies she watched for her research had also given her ideas of her own. She pushed back against him, taking more of him.

“So fucking tight.”

Quinn pulled out of her, flipping her onto her back and sliding back inside her. She giggled at the determination on his face.

This man was going to be all hers.

He grabbed her hands, locking them above her head, keeping her still as he drove into her over and over again.

“I love you, Kaley. I’m going to spend the rest of my life giving you everything you’ve ever wanted.”

She believed every word he said. Quinn never broke a promise. He kept his word. The men he’d introduced her to tonight, she’d seen the loyalty between all three men. They had been through so much together. She knew if given the choice, they would die for each other. Their loyalty was that strong.

“I love you.” She tightened her hand around his, feeling his cock drive harder inside her. Kaley thrust up to meet him. Her orgasm began to work up inside her, getting closer to the surface.

She arched up as he swiveled his hips, touching her clit in the process.

“That’s it, baby. Come all over my cock. Let me feel you explode.”

Screaming his name, Kaley found release and the stars. He sucked on the pulse beside her neck as he found his own release.

She felt every jerk and pulse as he filled her with his cum.

“If you don’t use a condom, I’m going to end up pregnant.”

“Would that be a bad thing?” he asked. Quinn collapsed over her. She took the whole of his weight, smiling.

“I don’t think it would be a bad thing unless I ended up pregnant for my wedding. Everyone back home would start talking.”

“They’d think I trapped you into marriage.” Quinn pushed some of her hair out of the way.

“No, they would think I trapped you into marriage. Not the other way around.”

“What can I say, I’m quite a catch.”

She hit his shoulder, not liking his teasing. “You’re not playing fair.”

“I always play fair.” He dropped a kiss to her lips.

Quinn moved most of his weight off her but stayed inside. His cock was flaccid but still made its presence known within her body.

“You don’t play fair. I better remember you’re a dirty player for when we do get married and have kids.” She smiled up at him. The very thought of having children with him filled her with happiness.

“Now this is the look I thought a lot about while I was away.” He stroked a finger down her cheek.

“Did you think about me a lot?”

“All the time. Dorothy would send me pictures of you.”

“Huh?”

He pulled out of her and moved toward the wardrobe where he’d put all of his stuff. She sat up, tugging the blanket to cover her nakedness. Quinn came back with a shoebox. “This is what kept me going.” He handed her the box.

Tucking hair behind her ear, she took the box from him. Removing the lid, she saw the abundance of letters and photographs.

“Wow,” she said, shocked by the amount of stuff people had sent him. “I always wanted to write to you. I didn’t have the first clue what to say.” She looked up at him. “I’d start a letter then feel stupid. I didn’t think you’d want to hear from me.”

Dorothy had told her to simply write. She never had, being too much of a coward.

“I didn’t mind. Dorothy told me you struggled with what to write. I knew then I’d make sure there was never this distance between us.”

She picked up a photo taken on Dorothy’s twenty-first birthday. Dorothy looked so happy. Kaley did as well. “You didn’t make it for her birthday.”

“I sent you chocolates and roses.”

“I remember. They were the roses I kept until they started to smell really bad.”

He chuckled. Just looking through the stuff he’d kept let her know this had been a long time in coming.

“You’re going to make me the happiest man in the world.”