I Look Good On You

“Relax your throat and open up wide. I’ll take care of the rest.”

I open my mouth and try to keep my throat slack as I wait for him with bated breath. He thrusts up and I gurgle as his huge cock fills my mouth.

“Easy, Isabella,” he says as his grip on my hair tightens. “Let your throat take me in.”

This time I ease everything, trusting my man to take care of me properly. His cock slides back into my mouth, pressing against the back of my throat. My eyes water. I choke a few times, but I like it. I push him in further, feeling his short hairs tickling my lips until it becomes too much. He already knows my body so well. He pulls out a bit just as I need a breather.

He keeps his head in my mouth for a couple of seconds and then thrusts back in deep. He does it again, and again until my body relaxes and I’m able to take him in deep with not too much choking or gurgling. We find a perfect rhythm and I can’t get enough as he holds my head in place and fucks my mouth mercilessly.

“This is how I like it,” he hisses through clenched teeth as he watches me with a desperate lust in his dark eyes. “I love watching you take every inch of my cock.”

I slide my fingers out of my pussy and start playing with my clit, rubbing tight circles around it as he fills my throat once again. I’m going to burst. Carnal desires are taking over my brain. I want to feel his hot cum surging down my throat so badly now.

“Wider,” he grunts as his chest heaves. I open my mouth as wide as it will go, forcing my throat to go slack at the same time. His grip on my hair tightens as he thrusts his hard cock into the back of my throat. I grab his thighs and push him in even deeper, loving the burning feeling of being so full with him.

Vance lets out a low groan that builds and gets so loud that it turns into a savage roar as he releases deep in my throat.

I cum too, feeling an explosion of heat inside as his hot cum paints the back of my throat.

Tears are streaming down my cheeks when we’re done. I pull him out and rub my tired jaw with a moan.

“Was that too hard?” he asks softly as he kneels in front of me and pets my hair. “I kinda lost control. It’s hard to keep myself in check around you.”

“It was perfect,” I whisper as I close my eyes. I’m savoring the burning feeling in the back of my throat, knowing it pleased him. “I guess I kind of like it rough.”

I can sense him smiling as he runs his fingertips through the hair on my temples. “That wasn’t all I wanted to show you.”

“I don’t know if I can take anymore,” I say with a satisfied grin.

“I hope you have a little bit left in you, because this is important.”

He reaches into the desk and opens the top drawer. My heart stops when he pulls out a little purple box.

“Is that what I think it is?” My hands are shaking.

He quickly tucks his cock back into his pants and gets down on one knee.

Is that? It can’t be…

But it is. Vance opens the box and waiting for me inside is a spectacular sparkling ring. But more than that, it’s a promise, it’s a future, it’s a world of endless love with the man of my dreams.

“Will you marry me, Isabella?” he asks.

Tears stream from my eyes as I jump on him, wrapping my arms around his neck as I kiss him on the lips.

“Yes! Absolutely, yes!”

Epilogue

Isabella

Four years later…

I dive as the volleyball comes soaring into the corner and hit it up just in time. I’m spitting out the mouthful of sand I swallowed as I turn and watch Sarah set it up for Alice. She leaps into the air and spikes it down, winning the game.

“Yes!” I shout as my girls jump on me, celebrating like we’ve just won an Olympic medal instead of the cheap trophy that the community center hands out to the tournament winners.

I still love volleyball even now that it’s just for fun.

Sarah pulls me up and my eyes dart over to where my boys are sitting in the stands. Vance has his arms in the air, cheering. My adorable three-year-old Liam is copying him.

My heart swells as I watch Vance scoop him up and come rushing over.

“You did it!” he says as he wraps a loving arm around me.

I kiss Liam’s mushy toddler face a bunch of times until Vance is impatient for his kiss.

“You taste like the beach,” Liam says as he wipes the sand off his lips.