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I was smart enough to know she’d probably try something. She was cunning, that was for sure. But Colt said he’d take care of Missy for me and he had. I felt safe, for probably the first time in my life. It made me settle and fall right back to sleep.
“I’m thinking about Missy,” I admitted.
His hips shifted and I couldn’t miss the hard prod of his dick against my bottom. “Then I’m not doing a good enough job of distracting you.”
I smiled and rolled in his arms so we faced each other. He’d trimmed his beard the day before so he wasn’t starting to look like a wild mountain man. I’d told him I liked the beard, especially when it brushed against my inner thighs, so he’d kept it.
“I’m going to kill you with my morning breath,” I told him, putting my hand over my mouth.
“And I’m going to fuck you with my morning wood.”
I rolled my eyes. I wasn’t used to Colt being silly. Or smiling like he did.
I was getting used to his voraciousness. We had sex several times a day. Yesterday, he woke me up with his head between my thighs. Today, with a hand on my hip, he turned me to face away from him once again. Sliding his hand down, he hooked my knee and lifted it over his so I was opened for him.
His hand continued on to cup me from behind, to find me already wet. My arousal and his cum from when he’d filled me before we fell asleep.
“Mmm, always ready for me,” he murmured, then kissed my neck.
His dick nudged at my entrance and at this angle, his entry was slow.
“No morning breath problems this way,” he said as he settled himself deep.
All I could answer with was a, “Mmmm.”
It wasn’t the best angle for deep penetration or hard thrusts, but he had full access. His arm that was beneath me circled around and cupped my breast and his other slid over my clit, then started in small circles.
Shallow thrusts, gentle tugs, and slow circles combined made me go crazy.
I couldn’t do more than hold onto his hip behind me and try to roll my hips.
He was in complete control.
“Colt,” I whispered.
“That’s it. I wanna feel you come all over me. Then I’m gonna fill you up. One of these days, I’m gonna put a baby in you. First, though, you’re gonna marry me.”
I stilled, but he didn’t. My eyes fell closed.
“Say yes, pretty girl.”
I didn’t say it because I came, a deep, rolling orgasm that was no less potent than any of the others, like when we’re playing and he’s spanking my ass or handcuffing me to the bed.
He followed right after me, his grip tightening and I felt the deep growl that rumbled right through him.
I didn’t move, but his hand came off my breast and he shifted. Then he returned and took my hand. Slid a ring onto my finger.
“Colt!” I gasped.
“Marry me.”
I tried to look over my shoulder, but I couldn’t since he was still inside me.
Finally, he pulled out and a flood of cum coated my thighs. I was such a sticky mess, but I loved it. It proved how much he wanted me. Wanted everything with me. Because the only thing keeping us from building a family was my birth control. If that was gone, I’d be pregnant right away with his keen interest.
The ring was simple, a narrow platinum band with an inlaid diamond. It was something I wouldn’t have to take off at work, that would let everyone know I was claimed while being functional beneath latex gloves.
I spun around, flung my arms around him. He shifted onto his back and I settled on top of him.
