The man who I was once so fearful of, a man who was capable of so much violence, and yet so much love, was struggling for control.
Because of me.
Because he was fucking me.
Because he wanted me.
Forever.
We’re a forever kind of thing.
It was my undoing.
The tension that had been building inside of me tightened to the point of pain before it finally broke, sending every single part of my body into spasm after spasm, rolling over me in brutal waves of blinding white-hot pleasure. I cried out, a strangled sounding moan, holding tightly on to King, who when I started to convulse around his cock, released a moan of his own. I rode out my orgasm, writhing against him until he’d wrung out every last bit of pleasure from my weak body.
He followed me over, thrusting with wild abandon until he exploded inside of me, filling me with warmth.
With love.
With him.
King rested his forehead against mine as we tried to catch our breaths, but he didn’t put me down. My legs still wrapped around his waist.
Our bodies still one, neither of us in a rush to break the connection we’d waited so long for.
“What do you want to be called now?” he asked out of nowhere. “Doe? Ray?”
“Why does that even matter? Because whatever I choose, you’ll just call me Pup anyway.”
“True, but we need to know what to put on the form,” King said, pressing tender soft kisses all over my lips and face, even the tip of my nose and eyelids.
“What form?” I asked.
“It’s upstairs on the counter. Grace picked it up earlier for me. We’ll have to go and sign it together, but we can fill it out here. I figured since we’re changing your last name, you might as well change the first one at the same time. Save some trouble.”
“My last name?” I asked. “What form? What thing?”
“Always with the fucking questions, Pup,” King teased with fake annoyance.
“The paper you need to fill out when you get hitched. The fucking…marriage paper,” King said dismissively, like we’d talked about it a million times before.
I gasped. “Are you proposing?”
He cocked an eyebrow. “Fuck no.”
“But you want me to fill out a marriage form…” I started. “Where we…” I pointed between the two of us. “Would be the ones getting married?” King nodded. “To each other,” I added.
He smiled against my skin and nodded again, continuing his assault of soft kisses on my shoulder and down my arm.
“You do realize that proposing is asking someone to marry you, and that very much seems like what you are doing here,” I argued. King’s cock, still deep inside me, started to twitch back to life, growing and stretching me again, when he brushed his lips over my nipples. His smirk turned downright wicked. His bright eyes danced with mischief.
“We,” King said. “You and me, are getting married. Seeing as how I love you, and I know you love me, and we’re about to have a couple of kids running around the house. But I’m not asking you anything. Asking would give you the impression that you have a say in this. So no, I’m not proposing.” He pulled out of me a little and then pushed back in. I groaned.
“You’re insane,” I said, moving my hips with his, trying to bring him in deeper.
It was the most unfair one-sided non-proposal ever.
And I wouldn’t have changed a thing.
“So I see we really are back to where we started,” I offered as King slammed into me and we both had to pause a second to take in the sensation. I tried not to smile. I tried to pretend to be angry at his marriage demand, but I failed miserably.
I think it was the ear-to-ear smile that gave me away.
“Yeah. We’re back to where it all started,” King said. He cupped my face in my hands and looked deep into my eyes. “And there’s no place in the entire fucking world I’d rather be.”
King started to move again but this time was different. Slower. Less urgent. He rolled his hips and my mouth hung open as I drank in every lingering sensation of his slow thrusts. He punctuated each one with a slight twist of his hips until we were both seeing stars again.
King didn’t tear his eyes from mine when he made me come for the second time. He didn’t look away when he found his release deep inside me either. And as my orgasm began to fade, there was only one thought running through my mind.
I felt free.
With King, I was the me I wanted to be. The me I was supposed to be.
And that girl, belonged to King.
Body and soul.
King
“Bear is teaching him how to snort blow off strippers,” I answered sarcastically when Pup asked me where Sammy was. She playfully punched me in the shoulder. “Ouch,” I said, holding on to my arm as if she were actually capable of hurting me.