Page 44 of Deceit

“It was good. I got some work done and cleaned up a little. The boxes in our room are taken care of now and I’ve started laundry. No, I didn’t carry the baskets up to our room to put away yet. I left them down here for you to carry up. Then, I made us dinner,” I answer him, motioning to the table in our dining room that I’ve set and placed candles in the middle to light when we sit down. “How was your day?”

“It was okay,” he answers, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and moving me to the table.

Kingston pulls out my seat before pushing me back in. He lights the candles before taking his seat next to me.

“This smells so fuckin’ good, Kitten. And it looks amazin’. Thank you,” Kingston says, serving me a large piece of lasagna as I add salad to my plate before sliding it closer to him.

He takes an even bigger piece for himself before adding his own salad and grabbing some of the garlic bread I added cheese to. I wasn’t sure what he’d be in the mood for so I did half the loaf with cheese and half without it. Kingston slides the plate closer to me and I take two pieces that have cheese on them. I love cheesy garlic bread. We eat and talk about our day in the comfort of our home. This is a first for me and I’m quickly loving having someone to share my space with.

After dinner, Kingston cleans the table off and puts the leftovers away before rinsing all the dishes and loading them in the dishwasher. He disappears as I turn on the TV in the living room so we can find a movie to watch before heading to bed. When he returns a few minutes later, Kingston sets a large box down on the coffee table in front of me. He pulls me up in his arms and kisses me deeply filled with all the love he feels for me. I return the kiss and let him feel exactly how much I love him.

“Kitten, you know how much I love you. You captured my attention from the second I saw you in Turn the Page and I knew then I’d make you mine no matter what it took. You’re a breath of fresh air and the light I need when I’m struggling on my own in the dark. I’ve talked to your dad, uncle, brother, and grandpa. They’ve all given me their blessin’ to do this,” Kingston says, lifting the box in his hands and holding it for me to open. “Brynn, will you make me the happiest man in the world by bein’ my ol’ lady?”

“Yes, Kingston,” I answer, tears forming in my eyes that I try to hold back and keep from spilling over. “It would be my honor to be your ol’ lady.”

I open the box as Kingston holds it for me. Inside is white tissue paper covering the leather rag nestled in the box on more tissue paper. I carefully pull it out and hold it up in front of me. On the back are the club colors with the words ‘Property of King’. Turning it around, I see the flash that says ‘Kitten’ on it. The tears fall down my face and I can’t stop them from falling this time. Kingston sets the box down on the table where it was and takes the rag from my shaking hands. I turn around and he helps me slide it over my arms until it’s resting on my shoulders. After a few minutes, I turn around to see a feral gleam in his eyes.

Before I can process what’s happening, Kingston drops to his knee. He reaches into his jeans pocket and pulls out a ring.

“Kitten, I want the entire world to know that you’re mine. As I’ve already said, I love you with every piece of my heart and soul. You’ve given me every single piece of you without hesitation and let me protect you in the ways I need to. In a matter of seconds I knew you were mine and that will never change. You’re givin’ me the best gift I’ve ever been given and together we’ll raise our children to know nothin’ but love and they’ll have the full support to do anythin’ they want to do with their lives. Will you do me the honor of becomin’ my wife along with my ol’ lady?” he asks me, his voice wavering with the emotion filling him.

“Yes, Kingston. I’ll marry you. The world will know we belong to one another,” I answer him, dropping down with him as he slides the ring on my finger as I lean in to kiss him deeply.

We kiss for an eternity, sharing all the love we feel for one another through our kisses. Kingston picks me up in his arms and carries me upstairs to our bedroom. He carefully places me on our new bed and strips me out of my clothing before stripping out of his own. The only thing I have on my body is the rag with his name on my back. Kingston runs his eyes up and down my body, lingering on every inch of my naked skin.

“I fuckin’ need you, Kitten,” he states, sliding his hand up and down his hard length as his eyes remain locked on my body.

“I’m yours to have, Kingston. Every second of the day, you can have me whenever you want,” I promise him, love shining from his eyes down at me.

Kingston leans over my body and runs one of his hands down me. His lips crash into mine as he kisses me hungrily. The hand that just ran down my body finds my wet pussy and slides a finger inside me. It doesn’t take long before he’s adding a second finger, sliding them in and out bringing me closer and closer to the brink. Just as I go to fly over the edge, Kingston removes his fingers from my pussy with a smirk on his face.

“What are you doing, Kingston?” I ask him, feeling hot and achy all over.

“I want you to come on my cock as I stare at my name on your back, Kitten. I need that,” he says, his voice full of desire and love as his eyes keep that feral glint he’s had since we were in the living room.

Without another word, I roll over on my hands and knees. Kingston pulls me back toward the edge of the bed and slides his hands over my ass and up my back. I tremor under his touch, goosebumps coating my skin. One look from this man and I’m a needy mess. Kingston doesn’t hesitate to slide his cock through my slick folds until his tip is notched at the opening of my pussy.

“Are you ready for me, Kitten?” he asks, his voice tight with the control he’s exerting.

“More than ready, Kingston. Please, fuck me,” I beg him, my voice showing how much I need him as it comes out as more of a whine than anything else.

Kingston slowly pushes himself inside me and gives me a minute to adjust to his size. When I start to push back against him, Kingston begins moving. He sets a punishing pace as he slides his cock in and out of me. His hands grip my hips hard enough to leave bruises behind. The marks will be welcome on my body as a reminder of the night we got engaged and I became his ol’ lady. The only sound filling our room is that of our skin slapping together and the moans and grunts escaping from us.

“I’m close, Kitten. So fuckin’ close. You need to get there,” Kingston growls out, his voice strained as his body trembles behind me.

I reach down between my legs and start to rub circles on my clit while making sure my other fingers brush against his cock. After a minute, I pinch my clit between my fingers and it sends me flying over the edge, screaming out my release as my man’s moves become erratic. Kingston thrusts deep inside me a few more times before his body stills and he roars out his release.

“Brynn!” Kingston's voice echoes off the walls of our bedroom.

Slowly, Kingston pulls his length out of my pussy and collapses on the bed next to me. He pulls me into my arms, dragging my leg and arm over him as I rest my head on his chest. His heart is beating as erratically as mine is. Our bodies are covered in a fine sheen of sweat as he runs his fingers up and down my back under the leather of my rag as we try to get our hearts and breathing under control once more. When we can breathe normally again, Kingston gets off the bed and pulls me up into his arms. Carrying me into the bathroom, he sets me on the counter by the sinks after placing a towel there so I’m not cold. He turns on the water in the tub instead of the shower. As it fills, he stands in front of me to keep me warm as the cool air dries the sweat on my skin.

“Are you okay, Kitten?” he asks me, my head resting on his chest.

“I’m more than okay, Kingston,” I assure him as he slides the rag off my body and hangs it on the hook next to the bathroom door. “That was amazing.”

“I don’t ever want to hurt you, Brynn. If I ever get too rough with you, tell me,” he says, picking me up in his arms again as he turns and steps into the tub.

Kingston sets me down on my feet and helps me sit down as he sits behind me. The water is warm and not too hot since that’s one of the things he read about in a baby book he bought the second he discovered we were gonna have a baby. He’s always telling me things he reads about and I’ve bought the same book to read with him so we can discuss things together instead of him just telling me what’s inside the pages.

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