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Stacey’s hand moves up and down my dick, and my head drops back against the wall of the broom cupboard in the kitchen. She’s taking a breather from swallowing me deep into her throat by teasing my sensitive head and stroking my length.
Tears stain her cheeks from choking on it. The only tears I ever want to see on her. I wipe my thumb across her cheek and brush my fingers into her hair.
I worship every inch of her. The ground she walks on. The way she smiles and laughs and loves me.
We’re trying to be quiet, unable to make it back to the bedroom before I dragged her in here and told her to get on her knees. I can’t fuck her. She never lets me fuck herwhen she’s on her period, as much as I’d love to.
I nearly did this morning when she was absently grinding her ass on me, but she ran for the bathroom when she properly woke up.
Her glazed, wet eyes are on me as she sucks again, hollowing her cheeks, and my fingers tighten in her hair. She pulls her mouth away, a string of saliva trailing from the head to her lips. She licks across them. “Am I being too loud?”
She means the gagging and slurping noises. I don’t care if anyone can hear. Those noises are like heaven to my fucking ears. I remember the first time she did this to me in the dance studio; I had to slide down the wall and try not to pass out.
From the way she’s slurping on my cock now, I think it might happen again.
I shake my head when she looks at me, my chest rising and falling. “No one can hear us. Keep going,” I whisper. “If you stop again, I’ll fuck your throat and make sure everyone knows what we’re doing.”
Her pupils dilate even more.
“I don’t see that as a threat,” she replies, and my balls tighten as she licks a bead of precum. She has me fucking leaking and begging to unload.
“You should,” I warn.
When she takes me back into her mouth, she sucks me until my nerves are crackling, until I can barely contain the need to take control. My lips part with a deep moan as I throw my head back against the wall, feeling her caress my balls while taking me further into her mouth.
Heart hammering in my chest, I look down at her, my voice low. “You like sucking my cock, don’t you?”
She tries to nod.
“You’re going to be my perfect little slut and suck it for the rest of your life. Do you know why?”
She blinks, more trails of tears sliding down her cheeks.
“Because you’re going to be my wife. You’ve already taken my heart, my body, and my butchered soul, so you’ll take my fucking last name too.”
Her response is a whimper around my thickness as she sucks hard and moves her head up and down the length of me.
“Is that a yes?” I pant, carefully pulling her off my dick by the hair. “You’ll marry me?”
I tense as she sweeps her tongue up my length. “I’m going to kill you.”
I frown, a groan trapped in my throat as she pumps me in her palm. “Why?”
“You’re seriously asking me to marry you while your dick is in my mouth?”
I blink, my voice a whisper. “Yeah?”
She shakes her head but smiles. “You’re such an asshole.” And then she takes me into her mouth and fucks me with her throat again.
Stacey didn’t fucking answer me. Is that a yes or a no? Do I need to get down on one knee surrounded by roses with a violinist playing? Do I need to put a shirt on our future child that says,Marry Daddy? Get the dogs involved? Write the words on a dessert in chocolate in a fancy restaurant?
I’ll ask again later. And I won’t let her off without an answer.
I grab handfuls of her hair at each side of her head and start to take over, and she steadies herself on my thighs while I thrust into her mouth. She’s gagging, saliva frothing at the corners of hermouth, and I knock over a bucket as I step forward and force her back to the wall and go faster.
