“More?” I felt my eyes getting wide.
“I want more.” She kept moving on my cock until I felt sensations returning.
I had apparently created a monster with the number of times I had given her multiple orgasms. One was not enough. I had to start a little slower, but after a few dozen thrusts, I felt the pressure building up again. I held her against the couch and smacked her ass several times as I thrust into her g-spot. When that made her moan louder, I reached around and started rubbing her clitoris while I continued to fuck her. Her body spasmed and she started to orgasm again, but I was still a ways off. I kept fucking her straight through the spasms with my nearly exhausted cock surging back towards another release. She was getting more than two, whether she wanted it or not. I pounded her pussy so hard the muscles in my thighs and back started to ache from the exertion, but the pleasure I was feeling was pushing me through it. The couch creaked under us while I bounced against her ass hard and fast, and then I felt the arm completely dislodge. The fabric tore and the wood bent towards the floor. We both tumbled forward, but I caught her with my arm and held her in the air—never missing a beat. I kept going until I felt the pressure in my balls start to send another stream of cum through my cock and drove it deep, feeling her orgasm again as I ejaculated inside of her pussy.
“We broke the couch…” Charley stared at the shattered frame with a surprised look on her face.
“You finally noticed? It’s okay, it was an ugly couch.” I chuckled and pulled her back onto the cushions. “I’ll let you pick out the replacement.”
“It needs to be sturdy.” She closed her eyes and leaned against my chest.
“Definitely.” I nodded, feeling my eyes close as I squeezed her tight.
“That was incredible,” she whispered softly as her breathing started returning to normal.
“I want to marry you.” My emotions flooded out before I even had time to think about what I was saying.
“What?” She pulled back from me.
“You’re amazing. I’m never letting you go and I want you to be my wife.” I opened my eyes and looked over at her, finding a look of shock on her face. “I’ll find a better way to propose, that was exhaustion.”
“No.” She shook her head back and forth. “That was perfect.”
Epilogue: Charley
Erik’s proposal was an excited utterance brought on by an incredible sexual encounter, but he meant it. Within a few days, we were talking about venues and then we went shopping for a ring. He refused to buy me one until he saw that I had actually enrolled in school. It was tempting to just forget and see what kind of spanking that would get me, but the engagement ring was a bit more motivating than the threat of being punished. We went to see my parents together and after my mother picked her jaw up off the floor, we were able to explain ourselves. My father—stoic as ever—simply gave us his blessing and didn’t say much else after our explanation was done. We decided to wait until Madison finished school to actually get married, but we told her over Christmas break. She seemed to be a little more open towards us being together by that point and the news of our engagement didn’t cause anyone to get threatened with a sharp object. Shortly after she graduated and moved back home, I was wearing a white dress, preparing to walk down the aisle.
“You’re so beautiful.” Ma
dison walked around me and checked every thread on my dress. “No wonder my father loves you so much.”
“I love him too…” I smiled and took my bouquet from her once she was sure I looked perfect.
“I know.” She shook her head with a slight laugh. “I can’t wait to meet someone, get pregnant, and make my kids call you grandma.”
“I thought you weren’t calling me mom.” I raised my eyebrows in surprise.
“Oh, I never will.” She laughed again. “But you’re definitely going to be grandma.”
“I’d like to be called mom first.” I wrinkled my nose. “Not by you, of course.”
“You guys are going to have a baby?” She pursed her lips in surprise.
“Um…” I giggled. “I might already be pregnant.”
“WHAT!?” Her eyes practically bulged out of her head. “Well this just turned into a shotgun wedding.”
“Yeah, don’t tell anyone though. I’d like to avoid the scandal.” I giggled again. “I plan to just come back from the honeymoon and announce it was quite productive.”
“Please come up with a better way of explaining that you’re pregnant with my brother or sister than referring to it as quite productive.” She picked up her ribbon-wrapped flowers and tilted her head towards the church. “They’re playing your song.”
“Okay, time for my father to walk me down the aisle and give me away to your father.” I started towards the door and Madison grabbed the train on my dress.
“Maybe I’ll marry your father…” she stated in an absent tone. “How would that work? You’d be grandma—and sister, right?”
“My father has ten years on your father and I’m pretty sure my mother could still kick your ass.” I chuckled as the doors opened and we walked towards my father, who was waiting with his arm bent at an angle.
“Fine, I won’t make our family tree any more awkward than it already is.” She hurried past us and took her place at the front of the church.