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“Taking my time with you, babe. I want to draw this out and make it last,” he replies.

I twist my body around, and he slowly disengages from my body, but I want to taste him. It’s one of those things we haven’t done yet.

I drop to my knees. I’m eye level with his cock and I’m greedy for something I’ve yet to ever do. “Help me?” I question.

He tilts my head up, so I’m looking into his eyes as he says, “We’ll take this slow. Only do what you want, okay?”

“Okay.” Then he gives me direction. I follow his lead as he brings my lips to the head of his dick and I open up on instinct alone. Taking a tentative lick and loving the flavor. I continue and lick down his length, until he’s completely wet and only then do I let my mouth engulf his head.

“Just like that, Aubs. Fuck, babe. Keep doing what you’re doing,” he says as his hips slowly piston and his length delves deeper into my mouth.

I bring my hand into play. What I can’t take in my mouth, I use my hand to help along the way. The way I’m giving Cade pleasure is enough to make me want him even more.

“Play with your pussy for me, Aubrey. I’m going to come when you do,” he groans out.

My hand finds my panties and I set to play with myself as I give Cade pleasure.

He pulls out of my mouth abruptly and grasps my hand that is on his cock. He glides it up and down. My body is ready to come just from watching him. I insert a finger into my center and grind into my palm as I come. I feel warmth on my chest and open my eyes to see thick and heavy ropes of Cade’s essence on my breasts.

“Fuck,” he grunts, and his head tips back as he finishes. He drops down to his knees in front of me and takes my mouth in a searing hot kiss.

Chapter 25

Cade

One week later

Our weekend was beyond incomparable. We were going to wait to move Aubrey into my place on Sunday, but she asked if we could do it on Saturday, so we could laze around as much as possible before our work week started.

Apparently, she was doing a month to month rental, and her place came furnished. She didn’t have much. Well, clothes. She had an abundance of clothes and shoes. Other than that, it was trinkets, books, and a few other things. It only took us a few hours to load up and she was following me home in her car.

I had to sneak to get Aubrey’s parents phone number, but I knew I had to make this call to them. I wanted her to be my wife as soon as I could carry her down the aisle.

With that thought in mind, I dial the number of a person I’ve never met, but respect.

“Hello,” comes across the line.

“Hello, Mr. Williams?” I ask.

“This is him,” he replies.

“You don’t know me, Sir, but I’m Cade Martin and well I’ve been dating Aubrey. I wanted to formally reach out to you,” I tell him. My gut in knots, this man – he could make or break my relationship with Aubrey.

“I know who you are. My daughter speaks very highly of you,” he responds.

“She’s an amazing woman. It’s kind of why I’m calling you,” I say.

“I know why you’re calling. Hate like hell I’m not there in person to see you sweat, but from what I hear from Aubrey, I know you’re a good man and my daughter doesn’t have shit taste,” he says with a chuckle.

“I appreciate it, Sir. More than you know,” I tell him honestly.

“We’ll be coming out there in the next month or so. I’m aware she’s living with you. So, we’ll get a hotel in town,” he replies.

“You don’t have to do that. Our place is big enough for all of us.” It’s the truth. Our house has four bedrooms, and with it just being Aubrey and me, there’s no reason why her parents can’t stay with us.

“Then we’ll be making plans soon. Treat my baby girl right, Cade. Looking forward to meeting you,” he says.

“You too, Mr. Williams,” I respond, and he clicks the phone off.

Now that I have his blessing, I’m off to go pick out the perfect ring for Aubrey.

Chapter 26

Aubrey

This week has been bliss, seriously. I figured Cade and I would bicker here and there, straightening out our kinks, but we haven’t really had much. Maybe some on him not putting his clothes in the hamper, but besides it. Typical stuff like that, or when he almost dropped my flat iron in the toilet. I have to admit that was funny hearing him grunt, “Son of a monkey’s whore,” I giggled when I walked into the bathroom.

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