Page 32 of My Mail Order Valentine

"Elena. Will you marry me? Will you make me the happiest man in the world?"

Her face is unreadable right now, and I'm starting to sweat. Did I not do it right? She reaches for the ring but doesn't take it, then pulls back her hand.

"God, Hunter. You and Evie became mine as soon as I saw you on the front porch of your cabin that day, not so long ago. You are my family." Then she smiles. "Of course, I will marry you!"

She offers me her hand, and I place the ring on her finger carefully. She pulls me up, and we're in each other arms, kissing like hormonal teenagers. Elena starts undressing me, and I helpher along. My jacket goes first, then my shirt. I feel her hands tugging on my pants, and then I'm completely naked, at her mercy.

My cock is desperate to get inside Elena's tight pussy, and so am I. So I grab her and push her against the wall. I feel like a wild animal, out of control. I pull her dress up to her waist and tear off her tiny thong. My fingers enter her soaked channel, and my cock throbs.

"Elena, I don't think…"

"Just fuck me, Hunter. I need you so badly."

I immediately replace my fingers with my thick cock. She gasps in pleasure as I enter her and pulls her legs around my waist as I thrust over and over, sliding easily in and out of her because she's so aroused that her juices are dripping all the way down to my balls.

The thump thump of my frenzied lovemaking is probably disturbing the other guests, but my mind can only focus on how intense and passionate this moment is between us. She's going to be my wife. Mywife. The word reverberates through my brain, and I start plunging into her with a fierceness that will probably leave bruises all over her body.

"More, Hunter."

My fiancé is begging me, and I won't deny her. I reach between us and start circling her clit with my thumb. That makes her explode in my arms, screaming my name. Elena is wobbly in my arms, but I'm not done yet.

I move us to the bedroom and place her on the bed. I realize I'm about to ruin her dress, but I've gone past the point of caring. I pull the top of the dress down along with her strapless bra and bare her luscious breasts in front of me.

I'm obsessed with Elena's tits and start sucking and nibbling them. Elena takes a hold of my cock and pulls me back to her. Ifill her up immediately and look up to see the heated look in her eyes. She's going to be mine—my wife.

I bend her legs and push them towards her chest so I can penetrate her more deeply. She immediately starts whimpering and making sexy sounds that urge me on. Every once in a while, she contracts her pussy around my cock, and it makes me groan in pleasure. If I'm not careful, she'll make me come like a horny youth, which is probably what she wants right now.

Elena loves it when I go crazy for her—when she gets me in such a state that it's impossible for me to be gentle. That's where I am right now, but I'm not a complete animal. I pull myself up on my arms and look down at my future wife. Her makeup is ruined, and her eyes are glassy and unfocused. I pause, hovering above her.

"How much do you want to be my wife?"

"Hunter…"

"Tell me."

"So much. Hunter, so much…"

She tries to focus on my face, but she's too far gone. I take her lips with mine and start plunging into her depths with a punishing rhythm. When I feel her pussy begin to contract around my cock, I let myself go as well.

Soon she's trembling in my arms, and I'm shooting rope after rope of cum inside her womb. Maybe tonight I'll give her a baby. I guess we better have that wedding soon.

Epilogue

Elena

Iwake up groggy and realize it's already eleven o'clock in the morning. When did this become a thing? Me taking naps in the morning. For the past few weeks, I've been dealing with some kind of stomach flu that won't let me keep any food down.

Thankfully, Evie spends most of the day at Sandy's house, where she's formed a daycare of sorts for kids who aren't ready to go to school yet. Sandy and her sister Karen run the place with an iron fist. Evie loves it there, and they've been helping me with her even after hours until Hunter can go pick her up.

I hate being sick and have had to turn away a new client because of it. So, I sit down before my laptop and do what I've been avoiding for too long: I search for my symptoms. Of course,the first thing that comes up is pregnancy, but Hunter and I have been together for two years, and it hasn't happened for us.

It has been scary to think that I might not be able to give him more children, but I decided to let things run their course. If it happens, it happens. I shut the lid on the laptop and need to immediately run to the bathroom.

I haven't eaten anything this morning, so there's nothing in my stomach to come out. Dry retching it is. I decide to take control of my situation and get myself into the shower. After I've showered, brushed my teeth, and dried my hair, I sit back down on the couch.

There's some ginger ale and a package of saltines on the coffee table. I guess Hunter left those for me. I nibble on a cracker while I open up my laptop again. I feel better now, so I might just take advantage of what little energy I have left.

The hours fly by, and I'm surprised when the door opens, and the loves of my life come inside.

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