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I stroke in and out, pumping into her.I put my hand on her neck, possessive.My girl, my perfect little girl.I will love her forever and ever, believing in us enough until she can see it, too.

“Daddy,” she cries, bucking back, that jeweled plug base warm and hard against my skin.Her cunt ripples around me, wringing pleasure from the base of my cock to the tip.“I’m coming—Daddy.”

“Right now, with me.”

I finish with a groan, plunging in to the hilt, cock pulsing as I release into the condom.I hold Leah’s hip so hard, I fear I’ll bruise her, but her cunt is gripping me so tight, so snug, I can’t let go.

“My good girl,” I whisper.“So good, sweetheart.I love you.You’re amazing.I love you.”

“I love you, too.”She turns her head, searching for a kiss.I give her one, our lips fumbling together in the dark against the awkward angle.

I pull out reluctantly, deal with the condom, and go into the bathroom for a damp washcloth.I turn the lamp back on and get Leah cleaned up, removing the plug while she grimaces.

“You liked it.”I pat her bare ass cheek.“You loved it.”

She spins around, moving carefully, and gives me a prim look.“I tolerated it.”

“You loved it.”

“Yes.”She turns around so she can kiss my cheek.“I loved it.”

Sweet girl.I take care of the toy and washcloth.Afterward, I remove my jeans and return to bed, sliding in beside her.

“I love you, my precious little girl.”I wrap my arms around her.

She smiles.“I love you, too.”

Now that I have a closer look at her face, I see she’s been crying.“Wait, what happened?Did I hurt you?Was I too overbearing?”

“No, you didn’t hurt me.I promise.I needed you to take charge.”

“Then why did you cry?”I ask.

She gives me a soft smile.“It’s just overwhelming sometimes.I think about how great it is.”

Unspoken are the words I know she’s thinking—that it’s great now, but she doesn’t believe it can be forever.

“I’ll prove to you that our love is everlasting.”I pet her hair, smooth the tears off her cheeks, stroke her skin.The ultimate proof, the request, appears in my head like fog has lifted.I know what to say—I know exactly what to say.“Marry me, Leah.”

She’s quiet for a long moment.“You don’t mean that.”

“I do.I don’t think I’ve meant anything more than this.”

Her shoulders shake, her chin crumples.

“Leah, I love you, and I want to marry you.”

“I love you, too,” she sobs.“But I can’t.”

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Leah

Last night, Gageproposed.Yeah, it was spur-of-the-moment.Not the grand gesture I see in rom-coms.Not the thought-out speech complete with a shining ring and a diamond the size of my head.

Instead, he’d cleaned me up after shoving a plug in my ass and fucking me until I cried.That’swhen the man I love asked me to marry him.

For some reason, that’s exactly the kind of proposal I want.

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