Page 154 of Bad for Me

“That’s right, baby, scream for me. Let the neighbors hear how good I make you feel!”

He moans louder, his nails clawing down my back, marking me. I nip along his neck and down his chest, adding new love bites to the old ones and darkening the ones that have started to fade. Wrapping my fist around Ashby’s thick length, I pull back and stare down at him, transfixed. His hips buck as he struggles, unable to decide if he wants to push back on my cock or up into my fist. Frustrated whines bubble past his lips.

“I’m… I’m so close, Storm,” he gasps, the flush spreading down his neck and over his chest. His cock leaks a steady stream of precome, and I give him a rough squeeze.

I can see his orgasm building, and just as it's about to crest, I ask, “Will you marry me, Sunshine?”

Ashby screams, cock pulsing as he covers us both in thick strings of come. His body trembles as I continue to pound into him, forcing his orgasm to go on even longer.

“Yes,” he says once his body stops shaking, his eyes meeting mine, and I can see the surety there. “Yes, I will marry you, Storm. You're everything to me. I love you so fucking much.”

With a roar, I come, flooding his ass. I collapse on top of him, breathing ragged as I come down from the extreme pleasure.

“Good,” I pant after a moment, licking over the bites marking his skin. “Because I booked a venue for next weekend, and your mom has been planning for over a month.”

“What?” Ashby shrieks, struggling to get out from under me, but I tighten my hold on him. “You planned our wedding without me? What if I said no? What if I wanted to be part of the planning? What if I didn’t want a big wedding?”

“I knew you would say yes because you are mine,” I say, brushing sweaty strands of hair off his forehead. “And I knew you wouldn’t want to be responsible for planning an entire wedding. I told your mom what foods you would like and a color scheme I knew you loved. I also knew you wouldn’t want anything big, so she promised to keep it small and only invite close family and friends. It will be a small ceremony with dinner and dancing afterward.”

Ashby remains silent, staring up at the ceiling, and I feel nerves start to bubble in my gut.

“We’re getting married,” he finally says and turns to me, tears in his eyes. “I never thought this day would come.”

“Oh, Sunshine, I’m so sorry. I promise to spend the rest of our long, long lives making it up to you,” I say, sealing the promise with a kiss to his swollen lips.

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