Page 83 of June 7

He needed her.

She needed him.

It was the bond that had brought them together and kept them working toward the future together. She was his old lady. He was her man.

He let go of her ankles. She raised her head with a soft sigh of disappointment. He flipped her on the bed and pulled her back until she was on her hands and knees in front of him.

Her head went down with a satisfied moan. He ran his hand down her strong, straight spine. Then, reached around and cupped the heavy weight of her breast.

Fisting the base of his cock with his other hand, he slowly entered her wetness. He looked down, wallowing in the slickness coating his cock as he glided in her.

Deep pleasure curled his toes at the warm squeezing down on him.

Daisy panted. He thrust, getting a harsh exhale from her.

The pressure in his cock brought his hand off her breast, and he grabbed her hips. "Feel that, babe?"

"Yes." She moaned. "Yes."

He couldn't miss a day of this. Of her.

She belonged to him.

Easing in and out, he leaned over her back and nipped her shoulder. "Let's make it permanent."

"Permanent?"

He ground into her. "Marry me."

"Oh, God." She bucked back against him. "Yes."

"Yeah?"

She moaned. "Yes!"

Every time he plunged, she rocked. Her pussy tightened, stroking him harder. He dug his toes into the comforter and kept the rhythm while his heart beat hard enough to explode.

They came one after another. Her first. Then, he lost control. When they stilled, he curled over her bare back and wrapped his arm around her waist, keeping her locked on him. He shuddered at the intensity of where their life was going and changing.

Before he could roll over and enjoy the day of holding her, he withdrew from her body and left the bed. He had something he needed to do.

"Honey?" She crawled off the bed and stood. "Did you really ask—?"

"Yeah." He grinned, kissing her quick and hard. "We're getting married."

A smile slowly grew on her face. There was his woman. His woman standing in front of him with his cum trickling down her inner thigh.

"Do you trust me?" He wiped his cock off with a discarded shirt and hitched up his jeans, buckling his belt.

"Of course I do." She walked into the bathroom, leaving the door open.

"I'll be back in about ten minutes."

She peeked her head out of the bathroom. "You're leaving? Now?"

"It's important."

She studied him and slowly said, "O-kay."

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