Page 38 of Taste Of You

“You and me.” Camille raises a perfectly sculpted brow. “Why does this reek of a setup?”

“Yes, so be a good girl, and I’ll give you the first of my peace offerings.”

“I like gifts. Is it more of your cock?” At her words, I flip us around once more, flexing my dick within her. Pushing my seed back inside.

“You'll have a dose of that every single day from here on out.” Lifting her hand in mine, I bring it up to my lips, focusing on her ring finger. “This is a forever kind of love, Millie. Perfect. Sweet. And full of crazy, life-altering moments. Like this one. It's not what I had envisioned, how I planned to ask, but feels right.”

“What are you trying to say?” Our eyes meet as I reach for the tiny blue box I put beside her pillow earlier. Without saying anything, I flip it open and bring it between us. “Jet...”

“Marry me, Camille?” I don't wait for a reply and slip the beautiful, three-carat diamond ring on her finger. It was my mother’s, a hand-me-down from my nana.

“Oh my God!” she squeals, the hand not in mine flailing around as tears start rolling down her cheeks.

I kiss them. “Baby, that's not a response.”

“So, you're not just telling me? You’re actually asking?”

“Fuck, I love you.” Her pussy clenches at my words, pulling me in deeper. “I'll dedicate my life to making you happy. Give you everything you need and want—we’ll all become one big family.”

“You know I'm a mom to Lily? You'll accept her, too?”

“You and Lily will be my life.”

“I love you so much, Jet.”

Smiling down at her, I pump in and out a few times. Just shallow thrusts. “Is this a yes?”

“That's a make sweet love to your fiancé.”

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