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I cry out a confession.
“I love you!”
Joel bottoms out inside me and holds himself there, groaning long and loud. His cock pulses inside me as he empties his seed into my depths. Never in my life have I felt closer to anyone. Did I just tell the man I love him? Yeah, I think I did that. But it felt right. Itfeelsright. I refuse to take back the words now that they’ve slipped out.
“Fuck, Kylie,” Joel says, pressing his sweat-beaded forehead against mine. “That was…”
“Out of this fucking world?” I say on a laugh.
He rolls off and onto his back, laughing with me. “Yeah, something like that.”
“Are we breaking in that hot tub next?” I ask, sitting up.
“Don’t move,” he orders, sitting up and pressing me back into the pillow by the shoulder.
“What? Why?”
“Because I need to see the way my cum looks smeared inside that pretty pussy.”
I bend my legs, butterflying them open so he can admire his handy work. I never knew I could feel so turned on watching a man delight in the sight of his cum smeared all over me. He runs his fingers through my folds, playing with it.
“So fucking perfect,” he says, pushing some of his cum back inside me with his index finger.
“Maybe we won’t get to break in that hot tub after all,” I tease.
“Why do you say that?”
“You clearly enjoy this too much,” I say nodding at the playground he’s created on my body. “And I likewatchingyou enjoy it.”
Joel snaps his gaze to mine, a sparkle dancing in those ocean blue eyes. “Marry me.”
“What?”
“Marry me. For real.”
“Joel—”
“Did you mean what you said?”
“I—”
“Did you mean it when you said youlovedme?”
“Yes.” The answer slips out before I can lie my way out of it. “I know it sounds crazy?—”
“I love you too, Kylie.”
“Wait. You do?”
“I know this whole thing is bat shit crazy. But what if we just did it for real tomorrow? You’re free of your stepfather. I’ll make sure you’re safe. We all will. You have people here who have already accepted you as one of their own. And you have a place to live. You belong in this house—in this bed—withme.”
“Okay, let’s do it,” I say, hardly believing my own words.
“Okay?”
“Yes! Let’s get married. For real.”
Joel pounces on me, kissing my neck, my collarbone, my shoulders, my breasts, and finally, my lips. I feel his cock harden against my stomach. I automatically wrap my legs around him in invitation. Who needs sleep the night before their weddingday when the sex isthisfucking good?
