Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 12263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 61(@200wpm)___ 49(@250wpm)___ 41(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 12263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 61(@200wpm)___ 49(@250wpm)___ 41(@300wpm)
The standing ovation she receives at the end of is like nothing I’ve ever seen before either. In her dressing room, I hand her the roses I brought for her and she smiles up at me with tears in her eyes.
“Don’t cry baby,” I say wiping them away her tears with my thumbs.
“I am so happy right now. I’m also keyed up,” she says rubbing her body against me.
“Do you need my dick?” I groan as her hand palms me through my slacks.
“You know that I do,” she says leaning up to kiss me. Her hair and makeup are not her at all but Jules. I don’t like it, so I grab a makeup wipe off the counter and gently wipe it off her face. When I see her again, I attack her.
I bend her over the back of the couch and lift her robe up, over her ass. I drop to my knees and eat her pussy from behind, kneading her ass as I do so.
“Fuck, Preston. Don’t stop,” she demands, grinding into my face.
“Marry me, “ I demand, placing kisses on her ass.
“No,” she moans.
“No?”
“It’s not the right time. Fuck me, Preston. Don’t leave me hanging.”
“You’ll marry me one day, little girl,” I growl as rip my pants open and slam all ten inches into her, bottoming out.
“We’ll see,” she moans.
I take my frustration out on her, slamming in out of her. It’s deeper, hotter this way, and I am unrelenting. I continue to fuck her, ringing out three orgasms from her before I unleash a torrent of come into her. She collapses on the couch after I pull out of her.
“I love you, Tori and I’ll give you a little time to get used to this but test my patience when it comes to making you mine.” She nods and starts to get dressed. We’ve got a cast party to make an appearance at.
Every single day for weeks, I have asked her to marry me and she has said no, that it’s not the right time. She’s three months pregnant, I’d say the time was right three fucking months ago, but there’s no arguing with her. I have been carrying around my great-grandmother’s engagement ring since yesterday when my mom gave it to me. I had been proposing with a custom Tiffany ring but she wasn’t having it. This one is gold with a solitaire diamond surrounded by tiny emeralds. I am done waiting. I wait until she's already in bed for the night. She’s reading on her Kindle, but I know that I can get her to stop.
“Tori?” I ask, laying down beside her. Her tummy is still flat, but I know my kid is in there. Everything is telling me that it’s a boy, but I’ll be happy with a healthy baby.
“Yes?”
“Will you marry me?” I ask. I can hear the desperation in my voice. There’s no way she doesn’t hear it too. I open the black and gold velvet ring box and show it to her.
“This is different. More my style,” she says running her fingers over it.
“That’s not an answer.”
“Tell me about the ring?” she whispers.
“My great-grandmother, Elsie wore this from 1941 to 1986 when she passed away. My great-grandfather, Anthony got it from his mother. No one knows exactly how old it is. He came to New York from Scotland in 1940 with just this ring and the clothes on his back. He made his way in Hell’s Kitchen and this ring survived all that time and who knows how long before it. They had nothing but love and this ring for the longest time.”
“Ask me again,” she says, and I grin.
“Will you marry me?”
“Yes.”
“Thank fuck.” I say, slipping the ring on her finger. “Our love and this ring,” I say.
“Our love and this ring,” she repeats.
I’ll never believe the luck I had on my side when I walked into that restaurant.
She is my everything and I’ll make sure she knows that for the rest of her life.
Epilogue
Tori
Ten Years Later
“Fuck,” I whisper scream as my handsome husband fucks me from behind like a demon. We don’t have much time as we are in the middle of our annual Christmas party at our house in New Rochelle, about twenty miles north of the city. The house is full of our friends and family, but I am four months pregnant and I needed him. Pregnant Tori is impatient at hell.
“Be quiet, little girl. I’ll take care of you, but if anyone outside this pantry hears you, I’ll be pissed,”
I zip my lips even though I want to scream out my pleasure. Over and over he pounds into me, his grip on my hips so hard. I welcome the bruises. “Hurry,” I whimper softly. He leans over my back and kisses my neck.
“Play with your little pussy, baby,” he growls in my ear and I immediately rub my fingers over my clit frantically chasing my release. Through my dress, he pinches my nipples and that’s all it takes. My pussy is squeezing his dick and he’s grunting in my ear. God, how I love that.