Page 191 of Little Sunshine

I threw my head back to laugh before pressing my still smiling mouth to her head. “Have I told you lately how much I love you?”

“Yes. Daily. But I love hearing it.”

For the first time in a while, I held back. If I said what I wanted, I would have to push Maximo to buy the place. Or I’d have to do it myself. Then I would end up fighting a hard-on at the memory every time I was there torturing some poor bastard.

The spirits of the dicks of yesteryear would be proud.

She was close.

But so was I, so I needed her to get there faster.

With Mila on her knees in front of me, I gripped the rope that was still bound around her and pulled harder. She let out a hiss as it tightened around her tits. I used it to rock her back and forth, my eyes glued at where I filled her from behind.

Every view I had of Mila was a view of heaven—my own personal one. But I couldn’t deny that watching my dick sink into her was one of my favorites. That, and her smile. And when she laughed. And when she shot me a shy look that was just for me. And…

Like I said, every view of Mila.

The more I stared, the more my control slipped, but she wasn’t there yet. She needed a push.

I gave it to her, saying what I’d held in earlier at the property showing.

“We’re getting married.”

Her body went tight.

Her pussy went tighter.

Another thread on my control snapped.

She tried to stop, but I didn’t let her. I curved my body over hers and put one hand to the mattress for leverage. My other snaked around her to grab the column of rope between her tits.

“Figure out what kind of wedding you want,” I told her. “Don’t care if it’s a massive party or we elope at a drive-thru chapel. Only requirement I have is that it happens this month.”

“It’s too fast.”

“Got it.” I tugged the rope to cut her leeway so she couldn’t move as I slid out slowly before gently easing in. Tormenting us both.

“No,” she cried, giving a frantic hip wiggle that nearly sent me over the edge. “That wasn’t too fast. The wedding. The wedding is too fast.”

“You got something specific in mind, I’ll make it happen. Not giving you more than a month, though,” I said firmly.

She inhaled, but it cut off when I surged forward. “It’s too soon for us to get married. We’ve only been together for like five minutes.”

I used my hold on the rope between her tits to move her on me harder.

To make her fuck herself with me as I met her thrust for thrust.

“Already know I’m going to marry you, Camila.” I clenched my jaw, grasping at every ounce of willpower I had. “And I already told you, there’s no going back. So what’s the point of waiting other than wasting time?” Pressure built. “Want you to have my last name.”

I slammed in hard enough to take her knees out from under her, but with my hold, she stayed where I put her.

Where I wanted her.

With me.

Always.

Biting her shoulder right near the rope, I lowered my voice to a rough whisper. “Then everyone will know you belong to me. That I’m your Daddy.”

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