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“Yes.”

“You were really going to propose to me that day?”

“Yes.”

Her eyes welled up with tears as she whispered, “Lars… I’m so sorry… I know I – ”

“Shhh,” I whispered, brushing a tear away as it beaded at the corner of her eye. “We’re together now. That’s all that matters.”

She smiled through her tears and nodded her head yes.

“Marry me,” I whispered.

Her eyes opened wide – and she laughed.

“What?!” I demanded indignantly.

“You are not going to propose to me with your cock inside me!” she said.

I grinned. “Why not?”

“What the fuck am I supposed to say when people ask where you proposed? ‘Yeah, he was balls-deep in me when he popped the question.’”

“I think it’s perfect,” I joked, and moved as though to grab my phone. “In fact, we should get a picture – ”

“Don’t you DARE!” she yelled as she howled with laughter.

I could feel the pulse of her pussy around my cock as she laughed – a sensation I suddenly remembered from the first night we’d spent together.

I loved that feeling.

And I’d forgotten all about it.

So many things to rediscover about her…

And I knew what I wanted.

“Marry me,” I said seriously.

She grinned as she gazed deep into my eyes. “Your cock’s still inside me.”

“I can pull out and get down on one knee if you – ”

“Don’t you DARE,” she demanded as she locked her thighs tightly against mine.

We stared at each other for a few seconds more.

“You know,” she said, “I pretty much hated your guts just an hour ago.”

I shrugged. “A lot’s happened in the last hour.”

She laughed again. “Yes, it has.” Then she grew somber. “You really want to marry me?”

I nodded. “With all my heart.”

She bit her lower lip… then smiled. “Take it off and do it properly, then.”

I grinned like a fool as I pulled the necklace from around my neck. “I can pull out and get down on one knee – ”

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