413 Cherry Street

“Keep stroking me like that, baby,” I groan as my head drops back. “And you can make all the rules you want.”

My girl wraps her legs around me and guides my dick to her pussy. She’s such a pro now that she slips it right in and sinks down on me.

We both moan as our bodies become one.

“Marry me,” I whisper on her lips as she starts rocking her hips while I thrust in and out.

Her eyes are half-closed as she looks at me, trying to see if I’m playing. “You’re not serious.”

“I am.”

“Where’s the ring?”

I’m thrusting in and out harder now. The surface of the pool is full of shallow waves.

“In my jeans on the chair.”

She glances at the chair as a moan rumbles out of her throat.

“Prove it.”

I grab a fistful of her wet hair and tug her head back as I slam my cock into her.

“Cum on my dick and I’ll show you.”

We ramp up the pace until we’re both cumming hard. We cling onto each other as I fill her pulsating pussy with my hot load.

We don’t linger.

I follow her out of the pool and grab the tiny ring box from my jeans.

She gasps as I drop to a knee and open it for her.

We’re both soaking wet and completely naked, but I don’t mind. Maybe it’s not the most romantic proposal, but it is the most fitting. We’re going to spend our whole marriage naked and wet so it’s very appropriate.

“I love you, Hazel. I want you to be mine in every way. Will you marry me?”

She stares at the ring in awe. The diamond is huge. The commercials say a guy should spend three months’ salary on a ring, but I spent nine months and I make a shit ton of money.

“What do you say, baby?”

Tears stream from her eyes as she looks at me.

“I say yes, Liam. Definitely yes.”

Epilogue

Liam

Eight months later…

My whole body is tingling as I watch my beautiful bride walk down the aisle toward me. She’s so angelic in her white dress.

I’m the luckiest man in the world.

She’s holding onto a bouquet of flowers that’s resting on her huge baby bump. My girl wanted to get married before we had our little boy. I wanted to get married the second I met her, but this was a suitable compromise.

I have to concentrate on keeping my feet planted on the floor because the urge to run down the aisle, grab my bride in my arms, and kiss her is trying to take over my body.

I’m so obsessed with this girl. I have been for the past eight months.

Living with her has been a dream. She moved in after a week and got rid of her apartment. I love sinking my cock inside her before bed and then waking up next to her in the morning and doing the same thing.

Her pregnancy has been making her even hornier. Sometimes, we do it three or four times a day. I love seeing her round with my child. That big stomach always turns me on so much. It makes me crazy with lust.

As soon as this baby is out, I’m going to be working hard to put another one inside her. She says she wants two kids. I want seven. Hopefully, we’ll meet somewhere in the middle.

Her parents are by her side, beaming as they give her away. They live a couple of towns over and they’ve been great. Even my parents came down from Alaska to be at the wedding. My mother looks ecstatic as she watches my bride. She loves Hazel.

“Take care of her,” her father says as he shakes my hand and gives me the most precious thing in his life. I can’t even imagine what this is like for him. It would kill me to give a princess like Hazel away.

“Always,” I promise him. “I’ll be her rock. I’ll give her everything she needs.”

He and his wife sit down with tears in their eyes. I take my gorgeous bride’s hand and guide her up the stairs.

It’s a small wedding. About fifty people. We didn’t want to get lost in the planning and have a million people show up who we hardly know.

This day is about our love and we wanted that to be the main focus.

Hazel smiles at me, those big cheeks blushing an adorable shade of pink. Her face has gotten a bit rounder with the pregnancy and I absolutely love it.

I don’t mind her thick hips at all. I love the way they feel when I grab her and take her from behind.

“You look breathtaking,” I whisper to her.

The shade of pink in her cheeks darkens.

The marriage officiant does her thing and I’m feeling on edge the entire time. I just want this to be over so that Hazel can finally be my wife and I can finally kiss those plump juicy lips.