Page 74 of Make You Mine

“Ashley, you’re my sun and my moon. The brightest light on even the darkest of nights. Through good times and the bad, I need nothing else but you by my side. You are my everything, my fate, and my forever. Would you do me the honor of marrying me and making me the luckiest man alive?” he asked, with the most gorgeous diamond between his fingers.

Tears immediately fill my eyes, remembering his sweet, promising words. There was never a question about whether I’d marry Trent. It’s always been him.

He brings my hand to his lips and kisses my ring softly, trailing those kisses along my fingers. “I can't wait for the day when I finally make you mine.”

“I’ve been yours for a long time.” I smile up at him as my stomach flip-flops. “Forever?”

“And ever.” He smirks back and holds me tighter.

I close my eyes, relishing this moment, thanking my lucky stars that we made it to this point. The song wraps up, and the DJ announces that dessert is being served. Everyone clears the dance floor and heads back to their seats for some cake.

As we approach our table, Trent leans down to whisper in my ear. “I know what I want for dessert.” He gently kisses my neck, causing heat to flare at more core.

“Oh yeah, what’s that?” I tease, raising an eyebrow.

“The answer will always be you.” He winks. The hungry yet adoring look on his face is one I’ll never get over.Fuck me, he’s gorgeous and all mine. I know they say pregnancy can cause an increase in your libido, but damn, I can never get enough of him.

“So, what are my chances of sneaking you away to fuck my beautiful fiancé?” The hopefulness in his expression causes me to laugh as I give his chest a playful smack.

“Come on, you two lovebirds, Lottie and G want us up there,” Ford says, breaking our little bubble. This seems to be the new norm with us. We get so wrapped up in one another that we tend to forget our surroundings. I guess that’s what happenswhen you’re forced apart from what your heart wants for so long. When you finally have them again, they’re all you see.

“Fuck yes, that’s it, Doll. Take me down that gorgeous throat of yours,” Trent moans.

I pull away, precum coating my lips. Stroking him softly, I scold him. “You need to be quiet.”

“Not happening. Now get your fine ass up here.” Smirking devilishly, he helps me off the edge of the tub, where I’m perched, since he refuses to let me get on my knees.

We’ve found ourselves yet again in a bathroom at Lottie and Greyson’s beach house. It’s late; mostly everyone is drunk and hanging outside around the pool. So, we figured it was a good time to sneak off for some fun of our own.

“You sure you’re okay with this?” Trent asks, sliding my panties down my thighs. He kisses my bare skin as he goes, and that only makes me needier.

“Bend me over this counter. Now,” I moan, and his fingers find my soaking core. Even at the size of my pregnant belly, I’m still aching for him.

His engorged cock teases my entrance. “Mmm, I love when you're desperate. So fucking hot.”

A breathy laugh falls from my lips, because I could look like a troll, and this man would find me irresistible. “I love that you love me, no matter how huge I am.”

Trent slides himself all the way inside me, rubbing along my back as I lean against the counter. Whimpering in relief, I close my eyes, savoring in the sensations.

“Ashley, open your eyes. Watch us. Look at how perfect we fit together.”

Dark green sparkling eyes find mine in the reflection. I can feel the love shining through them deep down in my soul, and my heart does a girly flutter. I will never grow tired of this man and how he makes me feel.

His long, purposeful strokes are tortuous, lifting me higher and higher with eye-rolling pleasure, his gaze remaining pinned on me. “Fuck, you feel so good,” I groan when his intensity picks up. “Yes, just like that.”

My hand reaches under my belly, stroking my sensitive clit, and I clench around him.

“Mmm, that’s it… Make yourself come all over my cock. Use me, baby.”

Pushing myself back to meet each one of his thrusts, I'm lost to the desperation. My body is vibrating, begging for release. His hands roam over my curves as he continues his strokes, gripping my ass, caressing my stomach, pinching my nipples, pressing kisses along my neck and shoulder. I can feel his touch everywhere.

“Yes, yes…yessss,” I moan, breath catching as I feel my climax edging closer.

“Break for me, beautiful. I’ll be here to catch you,” he croons, and his words are my undoing. With our eyes locked on one another’s through the mirror, I let it go with a cry I try to silence.

“Yesss, such a good girl. Fuuuck, that’s right. Milk my cock.”

Burying his face in my neck, he groans and follows close behind me, coming deep inside me with frantic pumps. Pulling out and spinning me around, he captures my face andcrashes his mouth on mine, devouring my mouth until we’re both breathless.

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