Zach
In olden days, the woman was transferred from her father’s household to her husband’s. Now Luke couldn’t buy her brand-new cars anymore. By the promise of marriage, she was as good as mine.
While Amber removed her clothes, I pulled off my T-shirt and picked up the engagement ring. It more than rivalled her mum’s solitaire set. Mine was an emerald cut, flanked by two triangular diamonds on either side.
Her clothes lay strewn across the floor in a haphazard trail. She was like a live wire, eyes bright, fixed on the box in my hand. She’d left her knickers on, but she knew how much I loved peeling those off myself.
I stepped closer to those lush breasts and the perfect nipples I loved sucking on, then dropped to one knee and held the box up.
“Amber Rayne, will you marry me?” I asked, opening the box.
Her eyes widened, and she gasped.
“Oh my god. That’s too big.”
“A terrible burden that I must live with,” I said, lowering my head and placing a hand over my heart.
“If I accept, then that’s my burden too,” she said, arching an eyebrow.
“You know we’re a perfect fit.”
“Hm,” she said, but lifted the ring from the box and slid it onto her finger anyway.
I tossed the box over my shoulder and lunged up to tackle her onto the bed.
Her laughter rang out as we landed among the rose petals, the ones I’d snuck in earlier before mutilating them into something resembling romantic. But staring down at her now, petals scattered around her hair like a halo, I decided it had been worth the effort.
“You accepted my proposal. Do you know what that means?” I asked, brushing curls away from her forehead and cheek.
“That we’ll get married at some point? Preferably after uni,” she said, raising her hand to inspect the ring. “I love it.”
“Of course you do. I chose it for you,” I murmured, kissing her.
Her soft sigh as she parted her lips for me was everything. I’d never felt this connected to anyone in my life. She was sweet, funny, honest, loyal. Her very existence made me want to be a better man. For Amber. For my dad.
After a final soft kiss against her swollen lips, I pulled back.
“This means you’re all mine,” I said, smirking.
“Sure,” she said, with a smirk of her own.
Had I miscalculated somewhere?
Before I could consider the possibilities, her hands were already roving over my body, pulling me back down for another kiss. The scent of her coconut shampoo and jasmine body wash had become a second home for me. Whenever she switched brands, it disrupted my whole equilibrium.
Sometimes, I think she does it just to fuck with me.
But then she loves it when I fuck her right back.
Amber fucking Rayne.
I trailed kisses down her jaw, her neck, her collarbone, until I reached her breasts—the perfect feast for a starving man. I pressed them together, showering them with kisses, until she arched her spine and offered herself to me fully. My dirty girl was forever impatient.
I glanced up as my mouth closed around her nipple. Her eyes closed as she exhaled, lips parting. I circled my tongue around the peak before sucking hard enough that she flung her hips off the bed, only for them to land against my abdomen.
“Zach,” she moaned.
Yeah. That would be the only name she cried out from those lips for the rest of her life.
I took my time massaging her breasts, sucking on those sweet nipples until they hardened fully beneath my tongue. Her desperation was a bonus.
I pulled back and shoved my sweatpants down.
“I hope you’re hungry,” I murmured, carefully climbing over her until I faced her lace-clad pussy.
I dropped to my elbows, hissing when I felt her fingers curl around my cock. There was zero hesitation as she pulled it toward her chin, guiding it into her warm, wet mouth.
I peeled away the black scrap of fabric between her thighs—saturated and ruined, just the way I liked it. I paused to inhale her scent, but her mouth was already working my cock. I spread my knees and pressed deeper, until I felt the back of her throat, her tongue working around the length of me.
“That’s it. Get me nice and wet for your throat,” I said, before spreading her thighs open.
I buried my face into her sweet pussy, licking her top to bottom before pushing my tongue into her hot little hole. Her muffled moans had me rocking my hips, feeding her more of my cock inch by inch.
Her hands moved to my ass, cupping my balls just as I hit the back of her throat again. After the initial gag, she held herself open for me, saliva flowing freely as I fucked that tight little throat with everything I had, moaning into her pussy the entire time I ate her out.
The combination of sounds filling the room was filthy—wet, desperate, unashamed—but my girl loved getting messy. This was how it went every single time we came back together.
It wasn’t until my balls landed on her face, and I held myself buried in her neck, feeling her throat contract around my cock, that I finally paused to enjoy the feel of her struggle—the way her nails dug into my flesh.
I went back to licking her leisurely, teasing her clit before dragging my tongue down through her pink flesh.
She slapped my thigh, and I smiled.
“Suck it all down.”
She slapped me one final time before her lips tightened around the base of my cock, and I eased out before slamming back into her throat. Her groan vibrated all the way through me, and I gasped.
Fuck me.
I thrust my hips back and forth, until she settled back into holding herself open for me. The wet slap of my balls against her face was spectacular—for me, at least.
I slowed enough to suck on her clit.
My dirty girl had earned it.