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I open wide and do as he commands, sliding his dick between my lips as he watches me like he can’t get enough of what he’s seeing. His hands are squeezed into fists by his sides and I’m loving the feeling of being in so control of such a rich powerful man like Nolan Cline.
I moan as my mouth stretches wider. His pre-come slides along my tongue as I start to suck him off, pushing him deeper and deeper with every move of my head until my eyes are watering and I’m desperate to feel his release.
I coat every long inch of him with my tongue until he’s muttering words under his breath that I can’t hear over the slurping. I can’t get enough of this man. I could do this all day.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” he groans as he starts to get close. “Don’t stop those pretty lips from moving.”
With my free hand, I play with his big masculine balls that feel so heavy and full. They tighten up and I whimper as he pushes further into my mouth with a grunt.
His cock lurches and he cries out as my mouth is suddenly filled with surge after surge of his hot come.
I moan greedily as I suck up every last drop and swallow him down. Nolan’s head is resting on the seat, his eyes falling closed as he watches me with a look of pure love.
I can feel his emotions. He doesn’t even have to say it.
But he does.
“I love you, Arya,” he says in a thick groggy voice. “I know it’s too soon to say it, but it’s true. I’m the kind of man who takes what he wants and the only thing I want is you. I’ve never wanted anything like the way I want you.”
I wipe my lips as I sit down beside him, letting his loving words flow through me.
“I’ve never met anyone like you,” he continues, “and I want you to be mine forever. Marry me.”
A laugh bursts out of me. “Are you serious?” He’s not laughing and suddenly, I’m not either. “You are serious.”
“I’ve never been more serious of anything in my entire life. Marry me.”
There’s nothing to say but the one word that’s screaming through my head.
“Yes!”Chapter EightAryaNolan wasn’t kidding around when he said he wanted to get married. It’s the morning after our date and I’m opening the door to find a minister standing there.
“Hello,” he says as he holds onto his bible. “Someone wants to get married?”
He looks as shocked to see me as I am to see him. I’m standing at the door in Nolan’s robe with nothing on underneath. It’s definitely not wedding attire. Honeymoon maybe, but not wedding.
We spent all morning making love in every position imaginable and I just finished devouring a huge breakfast. I need a lot of nourishment to keep up with my insatiable alpha male.
“Did Nolan Cline ask you to come?” I ask the minister.
He glances at his paper and nods. “Nolan Cline marrying Arya Hendrix.”
I laugh and then step aside to let him in. “You got the right place.”
He’s all smiles as he walks in and looks around at the vast impressive lobby. Nolan has a sick penthouse suite in Manhattan with three floors and the most stunning views of Central Park imaginable.
He says it’s half mine now…
I guess it will be if we get married, which appears to be imminent.
When I told him that I had five roommates and that two of them were male, I thought he was going to have a heart attack. He made me promise that he’d stay with him from now on.
It was an easy decision to stay with Nolan. I’ve loved every second of being with him. It’s only been a short time, but our connection runs deep. I feel like I’ve known him my entire life.
The decision was even easier after he showed me his place with my own personal walk-in closet that he vowed to fill up with whatever I desired. That definitely beat my current closet, which is a bunch of crumpled up clothes stuffed under the small couch that doubles as my bed.
“Nolan!” I call out as I close the door behind the minister. “There’s someone here for you.”
He comes into the lobby wearing only a pair of pajama pants. He’s fresh from the shower with wet messy hair and some droplets of water still clinging onto his hard sculpted chest. How could I not want to marry this man?
“Oh, you’re here,” he says as his mouth curls up into a breathtaking smile. “Good. Let’s do it.”
“What time are the guests arriving?” the minister asks. “Did I come at the right time?”
“No guests,” Nolan grunts as he grabs my hands and stands in front of me. “We’re doing it now. I can’t wait another second.”
