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“Your cock, I want it inside me, so could you please stop torturing me.”

Dom rolled to his back, and somehow, I went from him behind me, to me on top and facing him.

“I’m a little tired. I think you need to do a little of the work. Ride me, sweetheart. Take what you need.”

I pushed up, straddled him, and lined his shaft with my entrance. I lowered taking him in, the position placing him deeper than he’d ever been. The feeling of being stuffed full was an understatement. Dom groaned when I shifted my hips to get more comfortable.

“Going to have to move, River. You’re killing me,” he gritted out. I moved my arms behind me and rested my hands on his thighs to balance me as I used my legs to help me raise and lower on him. The pace was slow at first as I used my wetness to ease him sliding in and out.

The tightness started in my belly and worked its way down to my pussy, causing my inner walls to spasm around him on every down stroke. Dom’s hands latched on my hips and helped steady me.

I knew the second he’d had enough of the slow pace I set. In a fluid motion, he flipped us while keeping our connection.

“I’m no longer tired,” he said and began to move. Holding his weigh off me with one arm, he grabbed my thigh with the other and held it at his hip. With every downward motion he bottomed out, his balls slapping against my bottom, his pelvic bone hitting my clit.

“I’m close,” I moaned out, and he increased his pace. “Dom, please.”

“I’ll always take care of your needs, sweetheart,” he said, letting go of my thigh and pushing up until he rested on his knees with my legs draped off to each side.

With his hands free, he used them to spread my pussy lips wide, then used the thumb of one hand to press on my clit. When he began the rub in a circle, my walls clenched. I felt the beginning of my orgasm.

“A little longer, hold it a little longer.” His voice showed signs of his own struggle.

No words could explain the feeling I was experiencing. I wasn’t going to be able to hold off any longer. My body began to shake as my orgasm pushed forward.

“Go with me, River!” Dom yelled, pushed deep, and we went over together.

“I’m never going to complain about getting up in the middle of the night with the kids if this is what happens when I come back to bed,” I said a few minutes later after we were able to move, and Dom had gotten a cloth and wiped me clean, then himself.

“I aim to please.” He chuckled and climbed back into bed, pulling me close.

While laying with my head on Dom’s chest, hearing the strong beat of his heart, I thought about why I told him I wasn’t ready to marry him. Yet, I moved in with him and Poppy. It was my doubt that it would last, and it would be easier to walk away when it didn’t.

But I didn’t want easy.

Tracing one of the tattoos on Dom’s chest, I whispered, “Dom.”

“Hmm,” was the sleepy reply I got from him.

“I’ve changed my mind. Dom, I want to marry you. I love you.” I didn’t have to wait for his response. He pulled me on top of him, and though his answer earlier implied he was sleepy, the eyes looking at me showed no signs of it.

“Soon, no waiting,” he said. “I want us to be a family in every sense of the word. I love you, too, River.”

I leaned closer and kissed his lips as my response. As the kiss deepened, I felt his shaft hardening while it pressed into my lower stomach.

“Again?” I asked as I raised up breaking the kiss.

“You’re the one who woke me up.”

“That I did. Now, what are you going to do about it?” I asked, then giggled as he flipped our positions and now laid on top of me.

“I’ll show you in a minute. What do think about getting married at the clubhouse?”

“Will agreeing move us on the showing part?” I smiled.

“Yes.” He grinned back.

“Then a wedding at the clubhouse it is!”

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