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“That ring on your finger is real, and tomorrow you’ll be Mrs. Deacon. Now, hold on,” I stand and walk upstairs into her bedroom.

It gives her a few to adjust to me and allows me to enjoy her slick heat. I lay us down on the bed, where I promptly grab her left leg and bring it to my shoulder.

“Are you on birth control, Wife?” I pull out to the tip and slowly reenter.

This angle allows me a deeper penetration that has her curling her toes.

“Yes.” She arches her back as I pick up my pace.

“Good, ‘cause I’m not pulling out.” I truly start to fuck her then.

Hard, deep strokes are causing her to scream her pleasure to the world. I draw out her orgasm slowly though. Edging her until she turns violent.

“MADDOX!” My name has never sounded so fucking good.

“Husband,” I correct as I slow down to let her catch her breath.

“Not yet.” I smile at her wording.

I pull out fully and flip her over.

“I think you’re ready for that spanking.” I slap her ass, and she yelps.

“How many was it?” I muse as I slap the other.

“Are you mad?” She yells out as I plunge back inside her.

“Mad for you? Absolutely fucking insane. Now count, or I’ll start over.” Turns out she can’t remember her numbers after four.

It might have been the orgasms.

Chapter

Fourteen

SIMONE

Iwake up hot.

Someone is in bed with me, and I’m deliciously sore between my legs. My memories of last night with Maddox rush back, and my heart rate picks up. He took my father’s words seriously, and suddenly, the fake engagement I had carefully planned was now very much real.

I glance at my hand and admire the ring in the new dawn light streaming inside my bedroom. This whole time, that bastard had me wearing a real ring! I roll over to yell at him for not telling me because I am the world’s most irresponsible human being when it comes to jewelry, and stop cold.

His face is all puffy and red.

“Maddox, wake up!” I shake his shoulder, and he tries to open his eyes.

“Oh no,” I say as he clears his throat a few times to try to talk.

“I thought you loved pussy?” The words pop out of my mouth so quickly that he frowns.

“Not the furry kind.” I look down at my body.

I know I’m between waxes, but it’s not that bad.

“Wow. That’s just racist. Lots of women don’t…” He covers my mouth with his hand and points at Freckles, who’s asleep by our feet.

“No, I meant the animal kind. I need Benadryl.” Oh, OH!

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