Chapter 32 – Mason
She loved me.
She’d told me she loved me. She’d told everyone she loved me.
We were going to be together.
And now I was going to cement our relationship with anal—and an engagement ring.
I rifled through my hockey bag, grabbing lube, an unused bullet vibrator I’d bought specifically for Leslie, and the ring box. I’d been a Boy Scout, and I believed in always being prepared. Carefully removing the ring from the box, I hid it in one hand, returning to the bench with the vibe and lube in my other.
One of my teammates was pounding on the door.
Whatever. They could wait.
I dropped everything on the bench, and in order to make sure she was too distracted to see, I turned on the bullet vibe to its highest setting and placed it on her already-sensitive clit. This time, she did scream. Oh, well. If I found out someone heard, I guess I’d have to kill them. Getting kicked off the team was a small sacrifice for hearing her perfect sounds.
As she writhed on the bench, I popped open the cap on the bottle of lube and poured some directly between her ass cheeks and more on my fingers. I began rimming her in small circles. She was panting as the vibe went at her. As she stiffened, I knew she was about to come.
“Butterfly, be a good girl for Daddy and don’t come yet,” I crooned to her, and she mumbled something incoherent but followed my order.
Slowly, I pushed one finger into her, my poor cock stiffening at the tight feeling as her ass opened and widened for me. Pulling out, I slowly pushed two fingers in this time, then scissored them to stretch her out for my cock.
“You’re going to squeeze the hell out of Daddy’s fat cock like a good little slut, aren’t you, butterfly? Gonna make a home for him inside this virgin hole?”
She moaned at my words.
I pulled my fingers out, delighted to see her dark little hole open up for me for a moment before closing again, like it was winking at me. Lathering my cock up with lube to make it easier for her, I lined myself up.
“Bare down, baby,” I told her. “It’ll be easier that way.”
The pounding got louder.
“Go the fuck away!” I yelled. “I’m busy.”
Leslie’s entire body flushed red, but she moaned, and I knew the moderate exhibitionism was getting to her. I adored my butterfly’s secret kinks.
“You’re a fucking asshole!” Matt yelled back, but then it was quiet.
That handled, I started pushing inside her, careful not to go too quickly. A little bit of pain would go a long way—too much and she’d never want to do this with me again.
Fuck, she was so tight. I thought her pussy had been tight, but it had nothing on this.
“Hurts,” she moaned.
“I know, baby, I’ll go slower.”
“No. Hurts not to come,” she clarified on a gasp. “Please, M?—”
“Please, who?” My voice was like gravel as her ass swallowed my cock, encasing it in its tight heat.
“Please, Daddy. Please let me come.”
“Uh uh, butterfly,” I scolded. “It’s not time yet.”
Tell that to my balls. They were heavy as rocks and twice as large by this point. The second she started clenching, I’d be done.
She whined at my words. Worried that she couldn’t—or wouldn’t—hold off, I reached underneath her and turned off the vibe.
“Noooooo,” she cried.
“Yes,” I informed her, pulling out and thrusting deeper until I was finally buried all the way in her ass.
“You good, good girl,” I said wonderingly. “You’ve taken all of me. You’re such a good girl for Daddy, aren’t you? No wonder why I love you.”
“I’d love you, too, asshole, if you’d let me come,” she complained.
“What did you call me? Words like that won’t get you what you want,” I warned, trying not to laugh.
As punishment, I didn’t give her back the vibe, instead thrusting in and out of her ass faster as my balls began to boil with the need to come.
She was full on crying now, and I imagined that if I could see her poor pussy, it would be a bright, angry red from teasing and neglect.
“Maybe I won’t let you come at all,” I said conversationally. “You weren’t very nice just now.”
“No, please, Daddy, please, I need to come again. Let me come.”
“And what will you give Daddy for it, huh?”
“Anything. Anything.”
There we go. Pushing as deep in her as I could go, I grabbed the ring and reached for her left hand.
It took a little maneuvering—I only had two hands, after all—but I managed to hold her wrist with one hand and slip the ring on her finger with the other.
She gasped.
“Is that what?—”
I twisted my hand back underneath her and turned the bullet vibe back on.
“Marry me, butterfly.”
Replacing my hands over hers, I laced our fingers together and held her down. I began to thrust again as I spoke. “I know we’re young. I know we have a difficult path ahead of us. But I can’t see my life without you—haven’t been able to since I saw you spinning on the dance floor at our parents’ wedding. I’m not a good man, but I’ll be the best man I can be for you. I promise.” Heart in my throat, I asked, “So butterfly, what do you?—”
“Yes!” she cried out, in orgasm, her ass beginning to clench around my cock.
It counted, didn’t it?
Just to make sure, I asked, “Yes you’ll marry me?”
“Yes, I’ll marry you, Daddy. Yes, yes, yes!”
Fuck, yes.
I hammered my hips into her as she squeezed around me, and came, came, came.
“Daddy’s coming,” I told her in a growl. “Daddy’s gonna fill his wife’s little ass up with his come.”
And then I did, releasing what felt like buckets of come into her ass before I finally collapsed on her in satisfaction.
Not wanting to crush her, I pulled out—and could’ve come again as my come leaked out of her ass. I loved how sloppy I had made her.
I pulled her—my almost wife—into my arms.
“Did you mean it?” I demanded.
She was breathing heavy.
“No,” she told me. Before I could growl in outrage and punish her ass for it, she began laughing, a little breathlessly. “Yes of course I did, you idiot. I love you, and I’ll marry you, even though we’re way too young.”
“Hey, maybe that’ll be the bigger issue for your mom,” I said, and she started laughing.
“We can only hope.”
The pounding started back up.
“Calloway, if you don’t unlock this fucking thing, you’re off the team,” Coach warned through the door.
Ah, fuck.
Making sure Leslie was all covered up in my jersey, I went to unlock the door. Face to face with Coach, I grinned.
“Sorry, Coach. I was busy.”
He shook his head. “Get your girlfriend out of my locker room.”
“Fiancée,” I corrected. “And all due respect, but eyes off of her.”
His own eyes narrowed, then he chuckled. “You’re a fucking idiot, but you played a good game today, so I don’t give a shit about your private life.” Spotting Leslie, he said, “You, good luck charm, do me a favor and keep Lucy in line. You do that, I’ll pretend this never happened.”
I raised an eyebrow, but Leslie shook her head at me, eyes wide.
Whatever. Not my fucking problem. Everything in my life was going according to plan.
Except for one fucking loose end.