Page 44 of Dali: The Demolisher

“Hmm?”

Unable to wait any longer, I slipped out of bed and grabbed the ring from my bag. Her eyes never left the ring as I walked back over to the bed. She sat up and leaned against the headboard, blinking back her tears.

“I remember our fake wedding, our first kiss, the loss of our virginities, beating niggas asses over you… I remember it all.” She blushed and buried her head in my chest, but I cupped her cheek and pulled her gaze back to my eyes before wrapping my pinky around hers. “I’m grateful for the memories of our past, the experiences in our present, and the hope of our future. You’ve always been my one, Kas. There’s no one else I want to do life with but you. Will you marry me… for real this time?”

She gently tugged me to her by my beard and gave me a tender kiss. With a moan, she pulled away. “We’re forever and always, baby. Yes!”

I knew she’d say yes, but her actually saying it made my heart skip a beat.

“Yes?”

Kassadee giggled. “Yes. Gimme my ring!”

I chuckled and slid the ring onto her finger. She gave me another quick kiss before lifting her hand to her face and swooning over the ring. I was glad I followed my first mind and selected the ten-carat beauty. Kas wasn’t materialistic by any means, but she loved gifts, and this ring would be the best gift I could give her. It had to be perfect, and I felt great pride in knowing I’d gotten something she approved of.

“I have to go show the girls!”

“Hol’ on now. It’s some I want you to show me first,” I countered, using her ankle to pull her down flat on the bed.

“Oh yeah? What’s that?” she asked, wrapping her arms around my neck.

“I wanna see how many times I can make you cum before room service gets up here.”

“Mm… sounds fun. Let’s see.”

“Good. I love when you be a good girl and let daddy demolish that pussy.”

The End

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