Page 112 of The Proposal Problem

My hands blindly explore underneath the dress, searching for her legs, her cunt…anything.

Finally, I make contact.

Though it might look unconventional to a traditionalist, given that her tits are spilling out of it, her dress is modest. The number of fucking layers I had to go through to find her is ridiculous.

Worth it—always worth it—but…totally fucking ridiculous all the same.

Desperate for more contact. I grasp at her thighs, and my hands make their way to her cunt. She opens her legs, inviting me. I feel the heat radiating from her wet pussy, but I refrain from lathering its wetness…for now.

I distract her by nibbling on her neck, lips, ear…

“I can’t believe you said you’d blow me in your vows,” I say, teasing her ear with my tongue, biting her earlobe.

“I can’t lie in church—isn’t that a sin?” she says, her breathing becoming shallow.

“I’m sure you’ve done worse than sin in church,” I laugh.

I know for a fact that it’s true. I’ve been there, sinning beside her,insideher.

“They asked so I told them. Infinite blowjobs, babe. That’s what I vow to you. Excuse me if the Queen or commonwealth doesn’t approve. I’ve never cared before, why should I start now?”

She begins to writhe underneath my touch. Keeping her cunt hungry, my fingers explore the uncharted or less cared for regions of her thighs—around, above, behind her cunt.

“Did you have to tell themeverything?”

“Agoodwifedoesn’t lie. And seeing as I’m such agoodwife, I vow to let you fuck my ass, fill my mouth with your cum and orgasm around your cock. I’ll even sport the occasional ball gag, handcuffs, and blindfold if you fancy. So, really…I’m just being honest.”

She does have a point.

She takes my hand and places it on her clit, impatience getting the best of her.

I smirk. She’s never been good at waiting.

I rub her clit, relentlessly, stroking and massaging it until I get her on the brink of release.

I pause. Her eyes open, glaring at me as if she’ll murder me.

“Don’t fucking stop.”

“Did you see my mother’s face?” I ask, kissing her.

I continue to play with her clit, occasionally sliding a finger inside her cunt.

“Why would I look at your mother’s face?”

She sighs. I smile, releasing the pressure from my fingers.

“She looked as if she was going to have a heart attack.”

“I’m surprised she didn’t drop dead the moment I said, ‘I do.’”

She looks at me with all seriousness and grabs my hand to stop me from finishing her.

“You know one day, you’ll be king.”

Her eyes sparkle. I’m almost afraid of what she might say or do next.

“You’ll bemyking.”

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