Page 41 of Paradise

I grab my tits, squeezing them as he fucks me from below. “Carson, come fuck me. I need your dick.”

“Come all over my tongue, baby. Then you’ll get my dick.” He dives back in, sliding three fingers inside me as he laps my clit. I yell, my body burning with pleasure. He knows exactly how to pull a scream from me, so when his other hand joins in and he presses a finger against my asshole, I fall over the edge of my orgasm.

He plunges the finger in, making me scream and buck against his face. As my climax takes over, I shout obscenities loud enough that the neighbors can probably hear me. His fingers slow as my orgasm does, his tongue still making languid circles around my clit when he removes the finger from my ass.

“Get up here,” I beg, my chest heaving.

He pulls from my pussy, ignoring my request and lining his cock to my entrance before he flexes his hips and sinks deep inside me.

I moan, looking at him as he thrusts his hips, and when he holds a hand out for me, I take it so he can pull me back up into a sitting position. Wrapping my legs around him, I push myself to the very edge of the counter and match his thrusts with ones of my own.

He kisses me, licking and biting at my tongue as he fucks me toward his release, making my hands dig into the bare skin of his back when pleasure washes through my womb again and starts to build another orgasm.

“Logan,” he groans against my lips. “I love you.”

I lick his lips. “I love you too, babe.”

His hips slow, and he kisses me passionately as his hands slide up my sides. “I want to be with you forever.”

I nod, arching my back to press my tits against his chest. “Me too, Carson.”

He slides one hand between us, pressing a thumb to my clit as he grinds his hips against mine. I cry out, wrapping my hands around his face to direct his mouth back to mine. He speaks against my lips. “Marry me, then.”

I clench around him, caught off guard by his words, and he groans. “What?”

He moves his other hand between us, hovering it in front of my chest. When I look down, I find a large, sparkling ring in between two of his fingers, making the air shoot from my lungs. “Marry me, Logan.”

“Carson,” I breathe, feeling my eyes fill with tears. “This isn’t the time to propose to someone.”

He laughs, bucking his hips and making his cock hit my G-spot. “Why not?”

“Carson,” I moan. “We’re fucking!”

He thrusts a few more times, hard and quick. “This is our favorite thing to do. It’s the perfect time to propose.”

I laugh, squeezing his face between my hands. “You are not a normal man.”

“Logan.” He kisses me once as he grinds his hips. “Next year, I’m going to get drafted, and you’re going to be off saving puppies and shit, and I want to do those things with a ring on your finger. I want everyone to know that you’re mine, and I’m yours.”

“And what if you get drafted across the country?” I ask, kissing his cheek.

He thrusts his hips. “Then you’ll come with me.”

“Carson…” I breathe, staring at the ring.

He presses his mouth to mine. “Say yes.”

I look into those blue orbs, feeling our love exploding around us in tiny little fireworks. “Carson.” I laugh. “Yes.”

Grabbing my hand, he slides the ring onto my finger, then starts bucking his hips like a madman. I scream, holding onto his shoulders to stay in place as his finger swirls around my clit to make sure I meet him at the finish line.

He kisses me, hard and wet, his tongue stroking against mine as I start to fall over the edge of my orgasm, and then I feel his cock start to swell inside me. He moans against my mouth, fucking me through both of our orgasms.

When he pulls back after he’s come down, he nips at my nose and chuckles. “I’m gonna put a baby in you next.”

I grab his flesh, digging my nails into his skin as I laugh at him. “The fuck you are.”