Page 56 of Tiago

I’m breathing so heavily now that his words sound like I’m underwater.He keeps stroking my breasts, teasing them, luring me into believing they’re as full as he’s describing.I’m desperate for him to pump them, and he’s making me wait.

I squeeze my eyes tighter as I slide into my daydream.I’m on our bed in the navy-blue room.He has cuffed my wrists to the corners of the bed.My legs are wide, my knees bent, my pussy exposed.I’m blindfolded as he strokes my engorged tits, making them ache worse, drawing attention to my desperation.They’re going to explode.

“You’ll wait until I’m ready…”he says softly in my imagination.“I’ve already fed the baby.He’s sound asleep.When I pump these huge tits, you’re going to come for me.”

Somehow, I know we’ll have a boy first.He’ll have a full head of curls like his father.He’ll have his smile, too.

I jerk back to the here-and-now as Tiago pinches my nipples hard.

I cry out.

He releases the swollen tips, drops his hands to my inner thighs, and holds me tightly, pulling my folds open.“Do you have any idea how badly I want to empty my cock inside your cunt, Reagan?”

I moan.I want that, too.Now.“Please…”

He uses his thumbs to part my pussy lips farther.“Are you wet, baby?”

I nod.“So wet…”

“You could come from the tiniest touch, couldn’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.Please…” I don’t even know what I’m begging for because he will be the one to decide what I get and when.That alone makes everything with Tiago hotter.

Finally, he eases his thumbs even closer to my pussy, strokes both of them through the wetness between my lips, and finds my clit.When he captures it between his fingers, I come so hard I scream.

“That’s my gorgeous girl,” he whispers in my ear.

When I can finally catch my breath, I swallow hard and softly respond.“Fine.You win.You’ve worn me down.”

He stiffens.A few seconds tick by.

I try not to giggle.

Finally, he grabs my chin and turns my face so he’s looking into my eyes.“You’ll marry me?”

I sigh dramatically.“Seems like I don’t really have a choice.It’s either that or die from vagina denial.”

Tiago quickly flips us around, so I’m on my back on the chaise and he’s hovering over me.“You’ll marry me?”he repeats.

“Yes, Tiago.I’ll marry you.”

He beams before kissing all over my face and neck and shoulders and chest and breasts.He growls when he lifts his head.“Saturday.”

I chuckle.“Of course you would say that.”

He grins.“It’s settled.We’re getting married on Saturday.I’ll find out where Ryder got rings from and go get them tomorrow.Do you want to pick out your ring or be surprised?”

“Surprised.”For one thing, I think it’s more romantic.For another, I need him to leave town for several hours so I can breathe fully.

Chapter22

Tiago

When we arrive in the dining room for dinner, I can’t contain my excitement.I’m still grinning from ear to ear.

After Reagan agreed to marry me, I let her put a T-shirt and panties on before carrying her to our room.I aimed straight for the shower, turned it on, and stripped her again.

I gripped her chin and tipped her head back.“After Saturday, you’re not showering alone.Until then, I can’t trust my cock around you.”I pointed to the steaming water.“Get in.”

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