Chapter 3
Dean
I’m a slave for this woman. Anything she’d ask of me, I’d give her. She’s everything to me.
I continue kissing along her throat, making my way down to her breasts. I ripped her bra off, and now I need to get her completely naked.
She grinds her body against me, and it reminds me of the first night we ever did anything. How she climbed onto my lap and got off as she rubbed against me.
It was the highlight of my life. I think that’s when I fell madly in love with her.
“Let’s move to the whirlpool tub,” I tell her, picking her up to bring her into the pool area in the back of the room.
I flip the switch and the jets in the tub turn on, circulating the water. Steam swirls from the tub, and I set Sophia down so we can get into the tub together.
I remove my clothes, and she removes her, and I love seeing all of her.
Together we move into the jacuzzi, and I move her back to where she’s straddling my lap again. There’s a jet right behind me, and I position myself so it runs over the two of us.
“I want to fuck you, Sophia. I want to fuck you better than your husband ever could.”
She grinds her body against me. “My husband isn’t half the man you are,” she whispers, kissing me square on the lips. “He doesn’t turn me on like you can.”
I position my cock at her entrance, pushing in slowly. She loves when I go in slow. “That’s it, baby. Take my cock. Show me how good you can fuck me.”
She keeps rocking her body against me, moving her pussy just right. “Oh Dean,” she calls out, making my body grow even harder.
I keep pushing deep inside her, making her take every single inch. “Tell me how I fuck you better.”
She grips onto me. “Yes, oh god, yes. I wish you were my husband instead,” she calls out, which is exactly what I’ve been wanting to hear.
When I asked Sophia to play along tonight that she was a married woman, I wanted her to beg me to be her husband. So I can propose.
I love this woman, and I want her as my wife. “You want me to be your husband?” I say, gliding my hand through her dark tresses. “Tell me,” I demand of her.
“I want you,” she whispers as I keep a tight hold on her, moving her body in sync with mine.
“You want me to be your what?”
She grinds against me, thrusting, fucking, feeling me deep inside her. “I’m so close, Dean, please,” she begs.
I reposition us, moving her to where she’s leaning against the edge of the tub, me behind her. I slam into her from behind, gripping the flesh of her hip with my fist. “Take this cock,” I tell her, pushing deeper inside her. “You want me as your husband?” I ask her.
“Yes, oh god, yes,” she screams as her orgasm grows.
I know she’s close. I can tell by the way her pussy tightens down on my dick. Fuck, she feels so good. “That’s it, baby. You want to be my wife?” I ask her.
She leans her body back, the silkiness of her skin feeling like liquid gold beneath my fingertips. “Yes, I want to be your wife.”
“Sophia, I’m serious. I want to be your husband. I want to marry you.”
She leans her head back, so our eyes can connect. “Yes, Dean,” she says as her body comes alive. “I’m coming,” she cries. “I’m coming,” she whines again.
“Come on your soon-to-be husband’s hard cock.” I keep fucking her. “I love fucking you. I could fuck you for the rest of my life.”
She smiles, our lips mere inches from one another. “That’s a good thing you’re marrying me then.”
I kiss her, my body so close to coming undone. Her body calms and I slap her ass before spilling my seed deep inside her, my orgasm nearly blinding me as our lips are locked together in a sensual kiss. My body jerks uncontrollably as my orgasm keeps ripping through me, Sophia’s tight pussy milking me dry.
“I love you,” I tell her as my heart rate calms. “I fucking love you.”
We slide back into the tub, leaning back against the jets as we catch our breath. My eyes lock with hers and I lift an eyebrow. I reach into my pants pocket, pulling out the black box that holds one of the world’s most expensive princess cut diamonds in existence.
I get back into the tub, moving closer to her.
Tears fill her eyes before I even get the first word out.
I open the box. “Will you marry me?”
Sophia starts to cry, and she’s smiling. She nods over and over again. “Yes, I’ll marry you, Dean. I love you so much.” She wraps her arms around me, hugging me as she cries.
I kiss her, and then lean back so I can get the ring onto her finger. “I can’t wait to have you as my wife. I’ve dreamed about this for so long. Since we pretended to be married.”
She smiles. “I love you.”
I slide the ring onto her finger. “It looks perfect on you.”
“I love it,” she says, looking at the ring on her finger with her eyes shining with tears.
I can’t wait to shout it from the rooftops that we’re engaged. I can’t wait to tell our families that we’ll soon be married.
And I can’t wait to spoil my wife for the rest of our lives together.