Page 106 of Secret Triplets for Christmas

Then I wanted a turn, so I pushed him back and used my hands and lips to discover every inch of him. When he’d had enough, he pushed me back and settled his body over mine.

“Look at me, Lindsay.”

I opened my eyes as he took my hands and held them over my head.

“Do you see how much I love you?”

I nodded.

He kissed me. “Can you taste it?”

“Yes.”

He pressed his hips forward, his body sliding into mine. “Can you feel it?”

I arched into him. “Yes. Yes, Oliver. Can you feel it?”

He rocked against me. “Yes, baby. Oh, fuck. You feel so good. I’ve never, ever in my life felt so good.”

I hoped that we had a lifetime where I could make him feel good. Where I could have all the pain of his past healed by my love.

We moved together, and for the first time, my heart and soul were fully open. The pleasure was intense, not just in the sensations but also the emotions.

“Oliver,” I gasped as tension coiled tight, tighter.

“Yes, baby. I’m here. Come for me. Come, and take me with you.”

He drove in, his body grinding against mine. I cried out and arched as pleasure surged through me.

“Yes, Lindsay.” He grunted, moving in and out of me as his orgasm overtook him.

As the delicious sensations dissipated, he kissed me and held me tight.

“Promise me you’ll never leave,” I said.

He looked down at me, his fingers caressing my cheek. “I promise I’ll never leave.” He gave me a lopsided grin. “You know what that means, don’t you?”

I smiled back even though I had no clue what he meant. “What does it mean?”

“It means you have to marry me.”

My breath hitched.

“I have a ring. I wasn’t sure when I’d give it to you.”

I laughed. “Were you waiting to gauge my response to you?”

He gave me a sheepish smile. “Yes. The response is pretty good.”

“Only pretty good?” I squeezed my pussy around his cock.

He hissed. “It was fucking fantastic. Do you want the ring now?”

I pushed him back. “Not yet. I want to give you another response.” I rose over him, rocking over his dick.

He growled in response, his fingers digging into my thighs as he arched up into me. “You still haven’t answered me, though.”

I leaned over him, my lips inches from his. “Yes.”

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