11. Zachary #2
My own climax builds rapidly, a molten heat gathering in my balls. I bury myself balls-deep, pinning her to the door one last time, and explode. I feel the hot gush of my cum flooding her, filling her up as I growl into her ear.
"Fuck—Zoey—fuck?—"
We stay pressed together for several minutes, the only sound the frantic rhythm of our breathing. Her legs are trembling where they’re hooked around my waist. I pull back to kiss her, tenderly this time, tasting the salt on her skin.
"Love you," I murmur, resting my forehead against hers.
"Love you too," she whispers, her voice cracked and small.
I don’t want to let her go. I refuse to separate yet. I keep her wrapped around me, her pussy still tightly clutching my softening cock, and carry her up the stairs. She hides her face in the crook of my neck, her breath warm against my skin.
In the bedroom, I finally withdraw, the wet sound of our bodies parting echoing in the quiet room. I lay her on the rumpled covers. Her dress is a ruined mess, her hair splayed out like a dark halo, and her lips are swollen and red. She looks absolutely destroyed in the best way possible.
"Take it off," I tell her, nodding at the dress.
She sits up slowly, her movements languid and dazed, reaching for the zipper. I strip out of my suit, throwing the clothes carelessly on the floor, watching her reveal her pale, soft curves. When she's naked except for that brilliant diamond ring, I push her back down into the mattress.
"On your stomach. Get on your knees for me."
She flips over obediently, presenting the pale silk of her ass to me. I grab her hips, bruising the skin slightly as I pull her up.
"Arch your back, Zoey."
She sinks her chest into the pillows and tilts her tailbone up. The sight nearly undoes me. Her pussy is pink and swollen, dripping with a mixture of her own slick arousal and the white cream of my cum. I run my hand over her cheek, then down to her ass, squeezing the soft flesh.
"Gonna fuck you until you can’t walk," I promise darkly, my voice vibrating in the room. "Remind you exactly who you belong to."
"Please—Zach—please?—"
I line up behind her and slam inside. The angle is deeper this time, my cock hitting her cervix with enough force to make her gasp for air. Her fists clench the sheets, knuckles white.
"Oh fuck—Zach?—"
I set a brutal, punishing pace, gripping her hips to steady myself as I drive into her. The wet, slapping sounds of our skin meeting fill the air. She takes every inch of me, pushing her ass back to meet each thrust, seeking the depth.
"This pussy is mine," I growl, leaning down to bite her shoulder, marking her. "Every inch of you is mine. Forever now. Do you understand?"
"Yes—yours—only yours?—"
I reach under her, my fingers finding her clit again. She’s so overstimulated she nearly sobs the moment I touch the bud.
"Gonna put a baby in you eventually," I say roughly, the thought of her belly swollen with my child making my cock throb harder. "Fill you with my cum every night until you’re pregnant. Make sure the whole world knows you're claimed."
"Oh God—" She clenches around me, her head thrashing on the pillow.
"You want that? Want me to breed you?"
"Yes—fuck yes—please?—"
I rub her faster, my thumb a blur against her wet heat, while my cock hammers into her from behind. She’s shaking, her legs giving out, her entire body overwhelmed.
"Zach—please—I'm—I’m finishing?—"
Her second orgasm rips through her with even more violence than the first. She screams into the mattress, her body bucking and convulsing in total surrender. Her pussy milks me, pulling the cum right out of me.
"Fuck—taking it all—gonna fill you up?—"
I slam deep, holding myself there as I come hard, pumping wave after wave of warm cum into her depths. She whimpers, her internal muscles pulsing rhythmically around me until I’m spent.
"Perfect," I pant, collapsing onto her back, my heart racing against her spine. "So fucking perfect."
I pull out slowly, watching the thick trail of my cum leak from her well-used pussy and coat her inner thighs. I’ve marked her inside and out. She is mine completely.
I gather her into my arms, rolling us both over so she’s curled against my chest. Her breathing gradually steadies, the silence of the room finally settling around us, broken only by the faint clink of her new ring against my skin.
"That was intense," she whispers.
"You're my fiancée now. Had to celebrate properly."
She laughs softly, holding up her hand to admire the ring again. "I still can't believe it."
"Believe it. You're stuck with me forever."
"Good." She kisses my chest. "I want forever with you."
We lie in comfortable silence for a while. Eventually, she speaks again.
"When do you want to get married?"
"Soon. As soon as possible."
"Like how soon?"
"Next month if you want. I don't need a big wedding. Just you, me, and our commitment."
She's quiet, thinking. "What about our parents?"
"What about them?"
"They'll be upset. My mom especially."
I tilt her face up to meet my eyes. "I don't give a fuck if they're upset. This is about us. If they want to be part of it, fine. If not, we do it anyway."
"You're sure?"
"Absolutely. I'm not waiting for anyone's permission or approval to marry you."
Relief crosses her face. "Okay. Then yes. Soon. Small and private."
"Whatever you want, baby. You tell me your dream, and I'll make it happen."
"Just you," she says simply. "That's all I need."
My chest tightens with emotion. "You have me. Forever."
We talk for hours about wedding plans. Nothing elaborate—maybe a private ceremony somewhere beautiful with just an officiant. Honeymoon somewhere tropical. Starting our married life immediately.
"I want to take your name," she says suddenly.
"Zoey Steele?"
"Yes. I want everyone to know I'm yours."
Possessive satisfaction floods through me. "Fuck, I love you."
"I love you too."
Eventually, exhaustion claims us both. She falls asleep in my arms, ring glinting on her finger. My fiancée. Future wife. Mother of my eventual children.
Everything I never knew I needed until I met her.
I watch her sleep peacefully, feeling more content than ever before in my life. Some people might judge our relationship—the age gap, the stepsibling connection, how fast we're moving. I don't care. She's mine, and I'm hers, and nothing else matters.
Tomorrow, we'll start planning our future together officially. Tonight, I just hold her close and thank whatever fate brought her into my life.
My Zoey. My love. My forever.