Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
“More,” she says, trying to move her hips so she can fuck my fingers. And as much as I want to drag this out, I want inside her.
I finger her twice more before biting down on her clit, feeling it get hard, her pussy tightening around the three fingers I have in her. I added one more to make her fuller. Looking up, I see she’s watching me eat her pussy, watching me devour her. That is the last straw. I whip my fingers out of her and undo my pants. Pushing my pants down, my hips make my cock jump out, knowing exactly where he wants to be.
I jerk myself twice, watching her watch me.
“I don’t know how long I’m going to last,” I tell her. I swear with that ring on I feel like a fucking virgin.
“I just need you.”
And in one hard stroke, I’m balls deep in her. It’s like I’m coming home. It’s like it’s always led to this moment. Placing my hands by her head, she wraps her legs around me, the heels of her feet urging my ass to move. I look into her eyes once more while I slowly slide out of her to the tip and then shoot home again.
“I love you,” she tells me while she places both hands on my face, her thumbs rubbing my bottom lip. I’m slowly going in and out. Rotating every second thrust to give her clit the pressure I know she needs.
“Going to have babies with you.” I lower myself to kiss her while I make love to her.
“I want to have your babies. I want those blue eyes staring at me all my life.”
I think of the time when we will actually start trying to have babies. “I want to be with you forever.”
She matches my thrusts now.
“I want to wake up to you every day of my life.” I look into her eyes. My hips try to hammer away at her, but my head plays it slowly because I know I’m almost there.
“I want to love you forever. I want to be Mrs. Parker Stone. That’s my Christmas wish.” She rubs herself on me while I’m buried in her. “You made my wish come true. I promise to spend the rest of my life making all your wishes come true.”
Her pussy grips me, and I know she’s coming, her moaning also letting me know. I plant myself inside her and release within her. Her pussy continues to spasm around my cock, pulling everything from me. I roll to the side so I don’t squash her. I’m trying to get my breathing back to normal when I hear her screech next to me.
“Holy fuck, did we just get engaged?” She pulls her hand closer to her face.
“I think we did.” I laugh at her.
“I have to call the kids, I have to call Meghan. Oh my God, I have to tell everyone I know.”
“Babe, I’m not finished with you yet. You can call everyone tomorrow. Right now we have to celebrate, and I want to do it naked.” I pull out from her, then step out of my pants that were still around my ankles.
Picking her up, she wraps her legs around my waist.
“We should see how the ring looks in water. Shower, bath, or hot tub?”
“Last time we did that in the bath we almost flooded the kitchen,” she says, making me think back to the time she rode me so hard there was practically no water left in the tub with us. “I say we hit the hot tub. It’s a beautiful night.”
“Only going to get better,” I say, making our way outside where I plan to make love to her all night long.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Parker
When I open my eyes the next day, I look over to see that Cooper is already up. I blink my eyes a couple more times to wake up more. Memories of last night linger in my mind. But the biggest memory is Cooper slipping a ring on my finger.
I put my hand up in front of my face to make sure I didn’t dream it. Just when I smile to myself, I smell the scent of coffee coming upstairs.
Getting up and putting my robe on, I make my way downstairs. The rose petals still linger, the candles still lit up. I smile, thinking it was so beautiful, but he’s totally cleaning up this mess.
I walk into the kitchen and see Cooper leaning against the counter, looking at me. He’s in his famous basketball shorts hanging low on the waist. He is shirtless, of course, and his hair looks like it was ripped out from all different parts. Which it was many times last night.
I walk up to him, get on my tippy toes, and kiss his under jaw. “Morning.” I turn around, going to get a cup when I’m yanked back by my waist.