Page 89 of Bleeding Hearts

Before I can say or do anything else, she turns and straddles my lap. “That’s because I’m not.”

My fingers trace the curve of her spine, pulling her near until our bodies meet. “Marry me.”

“Why?”

“Because I love you.”

“Is that all?”

“Because you love me, too.”

“That I do.”

“And you love how good it feels getting stuffed with my cock.”

Her hands slide down between us and cups me. “It’s a nice cock.”

My hands sneak under her skirt, grasping her firm buttocks and dragging her nearer. “Say yes.”

“Make me.” The scent of her arousal fills the air as my finger moves between her legs and traces down her slick center, and she hums softly, her breath catching in her throat.

I shake my head, a sigh escaping my lips. “That’s not how it works. You have to say it because it’s what you want to say.”

With a deft touch, she quickly locates the button on my shorts, unfastens it, and smoothly pulls the zipper down. Once my cock is free, she rises to her knees, encourages me to shift a little lower, then places the tip at her entrance. “Did you get me a ring?”

I groan as her hot, wet cunt encases my throbbing cock. “Fuck, Bethany. You feel so damn good.”

With each bounce, she brings us closer to the edge of ecstasy, only to suddenly pause before reaching the climax. “My ring. I can’t say yes unless I have a ring.”

“Don’t move.” I warn her. A slight groan escaping my lips as I sit up and grab the bag she’d overlooked when I arrived.

Her legs tighten around my waist so she doesn’t slip off, the muscles of her perfect pussy squeezing the life out of me.

This isn’t exactly how I planned to ask her. But with Bethany, nothing ever goes as planned.

With trembling hands, I open the small, ornate box, carefully extracting the ring, and collapse against the rough-hewn bench, my heart pounding.

“There’s no turning back after this. We are in it until the very end. The good, the bad, and the ugly. No matter what happens, it’s you and me against the world.” I grab her left hand and slide the ring onto her finger. “Say yes.”

She lifts her hand and stares at the ring. It’s nothing extravagant. A simple princess cut diamond with two pink and two blue, small, pear-shaped diamonds on each side.

With a shaky breath, she looks up at me, tears welling and blurring her vision. She’s absolutely beautiful.

Grabbing my face with both her hands, she leans forward. “Yes.”

“Yes?” I need to hear her say it again.

She caresses my face, moves her hips, and makes love to me slowly. Mesmerized, we stare into each other’s eyes; the world fading away as our gazes lock. Leaning close, our breaths mingling, she licks her lips. I want to kiss her but won’t until she says it again.

“Say it,” I whisper.

She picks up the pace and brings us back to the point of no return. Right before she slams down onto me, she says it.

“Yes. Fucking yes.” Her pussy tightens around me, but her eyes don’t look away. “I love you. And I can’t wait to marry you. So, yes.”

That did it. I come so hard my vision blurs as I slam my lips against hers and kiss her until I have to stop to catch my breath.

That’s when the last part of my heart that was still bleeding, heals. She’s mine. Will forever be mine.

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