Page 22 of Lucky Star

I moved against her, my erection buried deep inside, her swollen, slippery softness an exquisite form of torture. She might have claimed to be too tired for anything more, but I knew if I kept the slow, steady movement up I could have her coming apart again. I pulled out and stroked her clit with my crown.

Sarah shook her head back and forth, and choking on her laughter, begged me to spare her. Her words said she’d had enough, while the slick wetness of her excitement as she raised her hips to meet mine said otherwise.

“Tell me you want me to come deep inside of you again.”

Her eyes twinkled up at me. “I dunno.” She bit her lip and played the coquette while I caressed her with my dick.

“I think you do.”

Her breathing intensified, and her eyes went glassy.

“Tell me you want my cock in your dripping pussy. All you have to do is say the word and it’s yours.”

Her hips bucked, and her nails dug into my back. “Please,” she begged.

“Say it.”

“Cameron …”

“Say you want my cock, Sarah.”

When she screamed out “Oh Christ, I want that perfect, delicious, fucking amazing cock deep in my pussy!” I plunged into her slippery heat and lost myself.

“Oh god, Cameron. I’m going to come!”

Before her orgasm could hit, I pulled nearly all the way out and then in one fluid motion glided back in and upward, thrusting deep to hit her g-spot. All at once she broke apart and uncontrollable, shuddering contractions wracked her body.

“I want you to come with me when I come.” I buried my face in the crook of her neck and sucked, bit, and laved, my cock slinking in and out of her plush heat.

“I can’t take any more,” she whispered as I felt the evidence of her last orgasm coat me from root to tip.

“Yes, you can.” I ground my pelvis against her sensitive clit. “Come with me, Sarah.”

Dazed with an intoxicating combination of exhaustion and a pleasure I knew bordered on pain, her next orgasm hit, throwing her over the edge as she sobbed my name, her body trembling beneath me. “My body … my heart …” she choked out between ragged breaths, “It’s not my own anymore. You own me, completely.”

She was wrong. She owned me.

My balls contracted, and my vision blurred as I joined her with an explosion that tore me apart and then knitted me back together again. In a moment of blinding clarity, I knew I’d give up everything I had if it meant I could be with her always.

One heartbeat, ten, maybe a million beats later, she opened her eyes and her kiss-swollen lips tipped up in an exhausted smile. In that moment, I saw my future in her eyes. In the span of an instant, I witnessed us growing old side by side, her name the last word on my lips before I departed this earth, and I wanted that more than anything I’d ever wanted before in my life.

“Marry me, Sarah,” I blurted.

From the first moment I realized I was in love with Sarah Travers, my best friend and the best person I’d ever known, I’d imagined the moment I’d ask her to marry me. After picking up the ring from my parents, I’d planned all manner of proposals in my head but none of them had looked like this.

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