“You are so damn filthy, you know that?” I pull her hair back, kissing her bare neck, a hand on one of her tits that look bigger and fuller than ever. God, this woman makes my cock rage with intention.
“Take me, Mox. Make me scream.”
I do as my girl asks. I spread her ass cheeks, and move a finger into her hole, stretching her just like she wants. She wasn’t joking about wanting to see what fit in her trunk. My love likes it up the ass more than any woman I’ve ever known.
“Put it into overdrive,” she moans, her innuendo getting me all revved up. I want your ball bearings to slap my pussy.”
“Fuck,” I groan, pressing myself into her tight hole. She grips the hood of the car, and my hand reaches around her waist, holding her tightly. Not wanting her to ever think I’d let go.
“Mox,” she cries. “Yes, yes, fuck...” She’s coming hard, fast. She loves it when I thrust deep into her and I won’t let her down tonight.
My cock is so hard and I massage her nipples, loving her tits fit in my hands, as my cock rams into her repeatedly. “God, I’m gonna come, Millie. I’m gonna come so fucking hard.”
And I do, both of us, together. Her orgasm is a wild rush and she arches her back as the fire rolls over her.
I pull out from her and she spins around, her arms around my neck, her legs wrapping around my body. “I need more. Fuck me again, Mox.”
My cock is still solid. God, this woman makes me rock hard without any work at all. Over the last year, it’s just gotten better. We moved into my new house after dating a few months--her dad approved--and I know that mattered to her.
I’m the luckiest man in the world.
“Oh Mox, come inside my pussy,” she begs. “Please.”
I press my cock inside of her. “No need to beg, love.”
She smiles, her cunt opening as she takes me in. Her eyes close in ecstasy as I fill her nice and full. My hands squeeze her ass, and I sit on the hood of the car, her hips rocking as we fuck.
“I love you, so fucking much,” she pants wrapping herself tighter against me.
“I love you too, Mils.”
Afterward, I look down at my girl in my arms. “Remember a year ago, you said you couldn’t know if we would work unless I checked out your trunk?”
She nods, our bodies slick with pleasure and sweat and sex. Our hearts still beating hard.
“Well, I need you to look inside this trunk.”
Her eyes narrow. “Your ass?”
I laugh. “No. I thought it would sound sexier than it does, now that I think of it.”
“Wait.” She shakes her head laughing too. “How do you want to fuck? Because sweetie, you already know I am yours, we don’t need to get too freaky,” she says.
“Not freaky, just filthy. Remember?”
“Of course.”
“So, about the trunk,” I say again, pulling her off the hood, and taking my baby around the back of the Mustang. “I need you to open it up.”
“What is this about?” she asks, reaching for my tee-shirt on the floor, and slipping it over her naked body.
“You look fucking hot in that white tee-shirt, do you realize that?”
“I like the way it smells. Just like my man.”
I shake my head, amazed that she is mine. Then I pull up my boxers and lead her to the back of the hot rod.
She opens it up, and inside, is a black jewelry box.
“Mox,” she sighs, reaching for it. “What is this?”
I take her hand and get down on one knee.
“We started on the side of the highway. You with your wrench and me with my big ass rig.” I blink, determined not to cry in front of this woman I love so damn much. “I drove you to your place,” I tell her, “and ever since then, you’ve held my heart. You are my roadmap, the only way home. You, Millie, are my center. And I want you to be my wife.”
Tears spring to her eyes, and she wipes them away, shaking as I take the box from her hand and open it up. “I don’t even need filthy and I don’t need sweet. I just need you. Always. Marry me, Millie.”
“Yes, of course, yes. But…”
“But what?”
She bites her bottom lip. “Well, I have a gift for you too.”
“Can it wait until after I slip this ring on your finger?”
She laughs, covering her mouth with her right hand. I take her left and slide the diamond ring on her finger. “I love you, Millie. You are going to be the most beautiful bride.”
Her smile falters slightly. “Well, actually,” she says, walking to her purse where it was discarded on the auto shop floor. “Open this.”