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Georgie hums and rubs her hands along my back. “So good,” she moans when I hit a certain spot. Her fingers skim down my back until suddenly she’s gripping my firm ass. “More. Harder.”

“You sure?” When she nods, I give into the desire to thrust into her with everything I’ve got until I bottom out. I repeat the action over and over and we soon find a groove. Our bodies move together like they were made for one another, our hips meeting at the same time to create the perfect friction, slapping sounds filling the air.

“God, I love you so much,” I confess as I reach down to thrum at her clit. I’m about ready to bust a nut and I need her to go off first. “Come one, honey bee. Get there for me.”

After another minute, I see Georgie’s eyes light up and her body tense before another orgasm takes her, her legs shaking as they wrap around mine. “Oh god, Wyatt,” she cries out, her face looking so full of rapture that I can’t hold back my own pleasure.

“Georgie,” I groan out as I spill my seed into her belly, hoping it takes root and makes us a baby right away. Georgie is going to be the best mom and I will try to be the best dad, just like I’ll try to be the best husband. When I finally pull out, I lay down next to my girl and pull her against me, loving the skin to skin contact. “Thank you, honey bee. Best gift I’ve ever been given.”

Georgie turns to me and smiles wickedly. “Best thing about this gift is it’s the one that keeps on giving,” she says, reaching down and stroking my cock with her hand.

“Fuck.” I’m already getting hard again. My little honey bee is insatiable and I love it. She may be the death of me, but as I roll us over and slide into her again, I can’t imagine a better way to go.

Chapter Eight

~Georgie~

The side of my face feels hot, and it isn’t until I start to wake more fully that I realize it’s because it’s resting on Wyatt’s chest. Last night was like a dream. A beautiful, wonderful, filthy dream. Wyatt was so good to me, and while my lady parts are protesting a bit this morning, the little bit of discomfort is worth all the pleasure he bestowed upon me last night.

We had sex at least five times. The man is a machine in the best way possible, and I lost track of the number of orgasms I had after the first half dozen or so. Orgasms aside, it was so incredible to finally show Wyatt just how much I love him, and see just how much he loves me in the way he cared for before, during, and after all the sex we had. Thinking about everything we did together has an ache growing between my legs, and I squeeze them together to try to relieve the pressure. It barely helps, and I realize that now that I’ve had Wyatt inside me, nothing else will ever do.

My eyes looks up to him and see that he’s staring at me, a peaceful expression on his face. “Good morning, honey bee,” he says, his voice raspy with sleep. Wyatt leans down and kisses my forehead, the tip of my nose, and finally my lips. “How are you feeling?”

I reach my left hand up to cup his face and when I do, I see a sparkle coming from the fourth finger. “What the…?” I start as I bring my hand closer to my face. On my finger sits the most beautiful diamond engagement ring I have ever seen. The band is delicate and the diamond is just large enough to show everyone I’m taken without being so big that it’s guady. “Wyatt, what’s this?”

The giant, muscled cowboy has the gall to look smug. “Well, I certainly wasn’t going to marry you without getting you the kind of ring you deserve first.”

It is a gorgeous ring, but I’m still a little baffled as to how on Earth it got on my finger without me knowing it. “Okay, but don’t you think you skipped a step or two there? You know, like a proposal?” I ask, holding back my laughter as I lean up on my arms and look him straight in the eye.

Obviously, I’ve been wanting to be married to Wyatt since I was old enough to dream about it, and I don’t need a big, fancy proposal, but giving him crap about it is too fun.

“Uh,” he stutters, looking uncertain for a moment before that clears up and he’s smirking at me. “I said we were getting married, and you agreed. There, proposal all taken care of.” He leans up to kiss me, but I turn so he gets my cheek instead. When I see him, the uncertainty is back. “You’re not really mad, are you? I’ve wanted this for a while now and I know you have too, so I figured…”

I still his words with my mouth over his. The kiss starts sweet, but soon turns sultry as the memories of the night before flood my brain and the next thing I know I’m grinding my hips against his thick thigh, searching for relief.

When I break away from him, I reach down with my newly ringed hand and start to stroke him. His dick is perfect. It’s long and thick, and the skin like silk as I move my hand over it again and again. “Not mad,” I say, earning a grunting sound from my man as I squeeze him a little harder. “A girl likes to be asked is all.”

“Fuck,” Wyatt mutters as he bucks up into my fist. “Marry me, Georgie.”

I squeeze him a little harder and he groans louder. “Was that a question or a command?” I ask, kissing his lips as I keep stroking. After a minute, I work my way down and kiss the stubble lining his jaw and the hollow at the base of his neck before I keep going, making my way down his hard pecs and defined abs before I reach my final destination.

Looking up at Wyatt, whose pupils are blown wide with desire, I lick my lips and dive down, dragging my tongue along the length of his cock before taking as much as I can in my mouth.

“Fuck, shit, fuck,” he says, his body trembling underneath me. “Feels so good. Will you marry me, Georgie? Need you in my life, honey bee. Please, please.” His words are a mumbled together in a long string, barely coherent if not for the fact that I was listening for them.

Popping off his dick, I smile up at the man I’ve been in love with for so long. “I would love to marry you, Wyatt. Thank you so much for asking,” I say before I swallow him down again. After a few more seconds of that, I’m being pulled up and back over Wyatt’s face. “Hey now. You interrupted my breakfast. I was having a pretty good time too.”

Wyatt huff a breath. “Believe me, honey bee, so was I.” Wyatt grabs the back of my neck and pulls me in for a hard kiss before his hands move down and grab onto my hips so he can lift me up and over his cock, lining us up perfectly. “But I’m not going off anywhere other than in this perfect pussy, not until I’m sure my baby is in you…fiancée.” He says that last word with a wide grin I can’t help but replicate. My heart is fit to burst, and it’s all because of this man.

Wyatt’s other words hit me, and the thought of having Wyatt’s baby makes me almost giddy. Before he can tell me to take things slow, I impale myself on his rock hard cock, crying out at the pleasure pain it causes me.

“Well, fiancé,” I say as I start to move my hips, looking to find the right angle. “Let’s put a baby in me then because I want to feel you go off in my mouth, taste you on my tongue as soon as possible.”

“Goddamn,” Wyatt says, his hands sliding up to my breasts and kneading them before he starts pinching my nipples. “Remind me to buy you more of those smutty books you read. Love to hear you say things like that.”

“Yea?” I ask, raising a brow as I ride him, the pleasure from my nipples making a beeline for my clit. My breath is coming in short bursts, and I can feel the pressure and tension building in my muscles. “I’m getting close, baby. Drive that monster cock of yours into my pussy until I’m creaming all over you.”

“Jesus,” Wyatt mutters, his eyes wide and a smile on his face. “Happy to oblige.” Wyatt starts thrusting his hips up in earnest now, hitting a spot deep inside me that I didn’t even know existed until this very moment. “Love watching you bounce on my cock, honey bee. Now bring those beautiful tits down here so I can suck on them until you’re begging me to come.”