Page 44 of Misery In Me

“Alright, pretty girl. I’m gonna let go of your hands but I want you to keep them up here.” Ale nods and I let go of her, running my hands down her body to slide her underwear off. Then I move back up to pull her shirt off, leaving her naked.

I am the luckiest motherfucker alive.

She is gorgeous. She is everything I have ever wanted in a woman and I have her.

“Come on, baby." I help her up and guide her towards the pillows and just as she tries to lie down, I stop her. “I have a different idea in mind.” I eye the bottle of lube on the nightstand and she gives me a raised eyebrow, shrugs, then grabs it and tosses it to me.

“Now what?”

I pull my shirt over my head and leave it beside me for when we are done. Slowly I pull down my underwear, my cock jutting out at full attention. “Stay up on your knees and grab the headboard, then spread those perfect thighs.”

The cold lube in my hand as I stroke myself has my eyes fluttering closed, but I force them back open as I watch Ale do as she was told, getting into positions so I can fuck her like this. I scoot behind her and while I should use my common sense and prep her, I need to be inside of her. I notch the head of my cock at her entrance and press a kiss on her neck.

“That’s my girl.” Ale arches her back, allowing me to take it nice and slow, entering her from behind. She didn’t even ask meto use my fingers to stretch her. “Look at you, pretty girl, taking my cock so well. You were ready for me this time, weren’t you? This pussy’s so needy for me now, huh?”

The sound of my hips colliding with her perfect ass echoes in the room. A soft, “Oh my god,” leaves her lips as I slowly drive into her. “Uh, huh. I need you, Gage.”

“Do you feel that,Hermosa?” I take one of her hands off the headboard and bring it to where I’m buried inside her. “You feel how fucking hard I am for you.” With her hand in mine, she can feel my cock thrusting in and out of her tight pussy, feeling it stretch her to fit me.

“Fuck,oh fuck. Yeah, I feel you.” An endless string of moans and pants surrounds us as I bring that hand to her clit. “I can’t?—”

“Oh yes, you can, pretty girl.” I moan in her ear as the tip of my cock hits her soft cervix, making my eyes roll back. “Let me feel you come while I fill this pretty pussy with our baby.” I use my fingers as a guide for hers, making circles over her clit with the lightest pressure, feeling her walls flutter around me.

“Oh, fu-, right there,right there.” Ale’s head drops back and rests on my shoulder as I chase my release. “I’m—I'm...”

“Come for me,mi alma.” I turn her head and press my lips to hers as she shatters around me, moaning into my mouth as I keep her fingers on her clit, drawing out her orgasm. “Oh fuuuck, I’m gonna come, baby. God, you take me so fucking well. My perfect little slut.”

I move my hand from hers and anchor her body to mine as I come, thrusting in and holding, feeling my warmth filling her up. Inside my head, the silentPlease, please, pleaserepeats over and over.

Please love me.

Please be the mother my daughter deserves to have.

Please marry me and be with me forever.

Please, please, please.

I probably sound like a desperate son of a bitch, but when you find someone like Ale, you kinda have to be. To feel truly seen and wanted is something I’ve never had and now that I have it, I never want to lose it.

Sure, women wanted me. But only for those quick, meaningless fucks to hold them over until the right guy shows up. With Ale, I feel like the luckiest man on the planet because she chose me. She continues to choose me. And I’ll be damned if I fuck this up.

I knew the moment she took care of me after I got shot that it was her or nothing. I didn’t get lost in her beautiful brown eyes that night. I fucking drowned in them.

“Eres mi vida, Alejandra. Tú y Zoe siempre seran las personas mas importantes de mi vida.” I hold her back to my chest, keeping my cock buried inside her. “¿Te quieres casar conmigo, hermosa?”

My hand is between her breasts, and her heart beats wildly underneath it. She’s silent.

Fuck, I ruined it.

Say something. Even if it’s to tell me no.

“Ale… I?—”

“Yes.” She says, her hand coming to rest on top of mine.

What did she just say? Am I hearing things because that sounded like a yes?

“Did you just say yes?” I whisper.

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