“No. No need.”
“You could be pregnant now,” I say, wrapping my hand around the back of her neck and pulling her close to me.
“I hope so,” she whispers, and my resolve crumbles like sand. My lips crash down on hers. She unknots my tie and deftly unbuttons my dress shirt, pushing it down my arms.
I grip the lacy edge of her thong and pull until it rips apart. Tossing the scraps, I drop to my knees and bury my face into her dripping cunt. Her juices hit my tongue, and she grinds against my face.
“Drake. Holy shit. Drake. Please.”
I lick her juicy slit until she’s shaking and mumbling incoherently. Standing swiftly, I gently push her until the backs of her knees hit the bed, and she falls backward, her ass on the edge of the bed, her legs bent at the knees, showing me her slick pink center. Kicking my shoes and pants away, I lower myself to the bed and all but shove my cock into her. She moans as I groan. Her legs wrap around my waist, and her pussy chokes the life out of my cock.
“Summer, fuck. This pussy is going to be the death of me,” I manage to grunt. My right hand wraps loosely around her throat while my left hand grips her hip tightly. “Take it, baby. Take my dick.” Her sexy little grunts and her slight nod spurs me on. Leaning down, I take her nipple into my mouth, teasing it, biting it. “Marry me,” I say. Not a question but a command. An eventuality that needs to be addressed now. Her eyes shine bright with tears, but I know that I am not hurting her. She nods again, and something within me roars. I shout her name as my orgasm builds. I feel her come around my cock, and I release a flood of cum into her tightness. Releasing her throat, she gasps as I pull out of her.
“Drake, oh, my god, that was so fucking intense. I felt you everywhere.” Lying down next to her, I pull her close to me.
“You have no idea, fiancée. No idea at all.”
Motherfuck, she’s perfect for me.
Nine
Summer
I can’t believe he asked me to marry him. Well, not asked, more like demanded, but I am all about that life. The life we will build together. I am the luckiest bitch on the planet. I stare at him while he sleeps. I relish in the fact that he’s all mine. I can’t believe how much I love him. I wasn’t even sure this kind of all-consuming love was a real thing before him, but now I know better.
“Didn’t your mother ever tell you that it’s not polite to stare?” he asks me, popping one eye open. Shit, I can’t believe that I haven’t told him that basic fact about me.
“Um, no. I have no idea who my mother is.”
“Baby, I’m sorry. I had no idea.”
“How could you? Anyways, Tori and I grew up in the same group home in Charleston. It’s always been her and I against the world. I didn’t even think twice when she asked me to go out. I really am sorry about that.”
“Don’t worry about that now, baby. Tell me about the group
home. How’d you end up there?”
“There’s not much to tell. My mother gave birth to me and
ditched me before they brought the papers to sign for my birth certificate. The only information they have is that she was brought in an emergency situation. There was no time to get her name or anything. She got up and just vanished before the hospital came by to help her with the birth certificate paperwork. I was born on Memorial Day in 1996, so the nurses called me Summer, and it stuck. I was placed in a group home and never left. No one wanted me. No one but Tori. She came when we were three.
“That’s sad, baby. I will always want you,” he vows, and I melt.
“You better. You pretty much wifed me, so it’s a done deal.”
He kisses me with a tenderness he hasn’t displayed before now. His lips taste like my pussy, and it drives me wild. While I love his rough and soul-searing kisses, this one is amazing. It’s like velvet electricity or something, and I want more of it. A lifetime of it.
“Marry me soon. Don’t make me wait.”
“We might have to wait a while. I think we have to go to the clerk’s office and get a license,” I say laughing.
“We’ll go tomorrow and find out how long we have to wait.”
“Okay,” I agree.
“Sleep now.”
“I can’t. I am so full of energy right now.”
“Are you telling me that I didn’t fuck you correctly?” he says grinning. Rolling me onto my back, he looms over me and starts tickling me. I freak out. I hate to be tickled, but when he does, all it does is make me laugh and my pussy wet. So fucking wet.