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I smile. “If it’s okay with you, I’m going to stick with the first date where you asked my father if you could take me on a date as our meeting story.”

He grabs my behind and drags me over his hard cock. “You’re going to leave out the kidnapping bit when we tell the kids?” His lips drop to my neck and he nips me with his teeth.

I laugh out loud. “You want kids?”

“Yes, I want fucking kids.” He picks me up and throws me onto the bed and I bounce with a laugh. He crawls up over me and rests on his elbow as he looks down at me. We fall serious suddenly.

“What kind of father will you be?” I ask.

“The kind that protects their mother.” He bends and kisses me tenderly as his hand slides up my leg, underneath my dress, and finds that spot between my legs. He circles and then slides beneath my panties and slips his two index fingers into my sex.

“Oh, God,” I whisper as my legs part without permission.

His fingers slowly pump in and out, and I clench to give him a taste of what’s to come.

He inhales sharply. “I can make you happy,” he whispers as his eyes hold mine.

He picks up the pace and the sound of my arousal hangs in the air. “I can make your children happy.” He lifts my top leg over his body to spread me more.

My eyes tear up. I have never heard anything so beautiful in my life.

This is all I want. All I will ever want. “Promise me we can make this work, Stace,” I whisper as I put my hand onto his forearm and feel it flex as he pumps me with it. He stretches me as he adds another finger and we both groan in pleasure.

“I don’t care about money. I just want to be with you. I just want a future with you.” He picks up the pace and his hand becomes almost violent as the bed starts to hit the wall.

“You have it.” We kiss again and I think it is the most heart felt kiss he has ever gifted me with. “I’ve never felt this close to anyone,” he murmurs.

“I’m so in love with you,” I whisper as my body quivers on the edge of orgasm.

Suddenly desperate, he stands and rips his shirt over his shoulders and slides his jeans down his legs. I am blessed with the sight of his large cock hanging heavily between his legs. Pre-ejaculate drips from the head, and I can see the veins that run down its thick length. He pumps it three times to give himself some kind of release. I reach up and brush my fingers over my lips that are branded to his side. I’m still in awe that he did that.

His beautiful, brown eyes hold mine as he crawls over my body and nudges my opening with his cock. He keeps me waiting as he slides it back and forth through my wet sex. We both smile in pleasure and I know it is taking all of his resistance not to slide straight in.

He leans back onto his knees and spreads my legs. His eyes drop down over my sex and then back up to my eyes as he thinks.

“What?” I smile softly.

He lies over me and kisses me softly. “Marry me.”

Our eyes lock as he slowly slides in. My body struggles to take his size and he levers himself from side to side to loosen me up. “Oh… God,” I whisper.

“He’s not going to help you take this cock, baby.” He groans through his pleasure.

I laugh against his lips as he slams me and tears through my flesh. He pulls out and slides back into me, forcing me to cry out. He pumps me again and it knocks the wind from my lungs. Oh, my man’s in the mood to fuck hard. He grabs my legs and holds them up over his shoulders, and then with straightened arms, puts his hands above my shoulders to give himself leverage.

In. Out. Slam, and oh so fucking good. His eyes hold mine and it’s almost too much. This intensity is nearly too much to cope with.

The bed is hitting the wall hard as he really lets me have it.

“You feel so good. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.” He growls as the perspiration sheens his skin.

I clench as hard as I can, his eyes close, and he groans deeply.

He leans down to kiss me and we are like animals with each other. Both taking what our own body needs from the other. I hold him tight to me, and in all honesty, the world could end right now and I wouldn’t care.

“Come,” he demands as he pumps.

“More,” I cry. “I want fucking more of you.”