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“Breathe in when I pull out, baby, that’s it.”

I ease into a steady rhythm. “Cup my balls, give ‘em a light squeeze. Fuck yes that’s it.” I wrap my hand around hers at the base of my cock and fuck her mouth faster. Seeing those lips spread around me has the cum in my balls ready to shoot. “I’m going to give you my load. Swallow me. I want to see that throat work as I feed you my seed.”

She moans and hallows her cheeks that give the perfect combination needed to send me over.

I glue my eyes to her face and watch when my climax hits. My Gracie’s mouth and throat work fast to swallow all of me and when I slow she’s breathing heavily, her hand still pumping me dry. “You’re wanting all of me, aren’t you?”

My cock slips from her mouth with a juicy pop. “For as long as I’m wearing this ring it’s mine, so yes.”

Her haughty reply makes me want to kiss her, but I’m not done. Not by a long shot but the rest of the night can’t happen out here in the middle of a garden no matter how hidden away we are from sight.

Whispers of others carry through the thin material draped around the edges of the arbor. I pull her to her feet and straighten her dress before righting my pants. It’s not easy since my cock is already prepared for another round of the angel in my arms.

“Come, it’s time we got you home.

She doesn’t know it yet, but the second I slipped the ring on her finger I had no intention of ever taking it off.

Now comes the fun part of convincing her I’ve loved her from day one and that I want to give her a lifetime of snowy Christmases in my arms where she’ll never be alone again.

CHAPTER 4

GRACIE

My heart is racing. We’re back at his apartment and I’m in his arms. My legs are wrapped around his waist and I’m not coming up for air. Neither of us is. We’re past stopping and going straight for the finish line.

Only the idea of creating a scandal that would end up in the papers kept us off each other the whole ride home. That and the divider separating us from the driver stalled and wouldn’t raise all the way. That didn’t keep his hand from sliding under my dress and working my hole with slow, teasing strokes the full thirty minutes it took for us to navigate through the streets at one o’clock in the morning.

The ding of the elevator faintly registers and I only open my eyes when I feel him lower me to the floor. He turns me around and eases the tiny zipper of my dress down.

“What have you done to me, Gracie. I can’t get enough of you.”

He slips a finger under the straps of my dress and I shiver with excitement when the dress falls away to pool at my feet.

I move to slip my heels off but he stops me with a hand on my elbow.

“Leave them and climb up on the bed. Ass up.”

His deep rumbled command has my eyes dipping closed for a fraction of a second.

I hear the hiss of his zipper and turn to look over my shoulder after I follow his instructions.

I can’t get over how I’ve made this powerful, strong man weak. He caresses my dips and curves with a heated look and my heart flutters with the crazy notion of what love is all about.

But I can’t think like that. It’s dangerous to think of waking up to him every morning when I know that is not what any of this is about.

He climbs up onto the bed with me and I press back into his hands. I wanted my first time to be special and I’m in awe that I’m getting so much more than I ever wished for.

His gaze strays below the arched curve of my back and in the low lighting of the room I know he’s drinking in the sight of my pussy and my ass thrust up into the air, all for his taking.

I’m coated in girl-cum and his fingers slip through it, dragging the warm juices over my ass.

“Gracie Kendall, you’re mine and mine alone. Do you understand that?”

I’m not sure if he’s talking about just tonight or something else, but either way, my answer is the same: not really. Doesn't matter how much I wish it true. My face must have given away my thoughts because he’s shaking his head. But I can’t concentrate on that. Not when he takes his cock and traces the tender folds surrounding my slippery, wet sex with the fat, cum-dripping crown of his dick.

“I spread those lips, slip my cock inside I’m not doing it with a rubber between us. We’re going to start a family and long before the baby comes, I’ll have you as my wife. Now do you understand?”

He flips me around to my back and I peer up at him, mouth open.

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