He shifted to pull me onto the seat astride him.
His dick lay between my thighs, pushing hard into my stomach.
“I thought you were really tired,” I reminded him, rocking against him.
“I’ll never be too tired for this.” He’d worked his hand under my skirt and was stroking my panties. With his other hand, he undid his belt and tugged the zipper down. His dick sprang out, happy to be freed. Without words, he urged me to rise up and then sink down on him. I managed the very top and then froze, while his hand moved to my clit and rubbed it, helping to ease his way. Slowly but surely, I sank until my ass met his thighs.
“There you go,” he murmured. “That’s where you’re supposed to be, right here.”
He rocked me gently, without urgency, and reached for something in the pocket of his jacket, hanging near the chair.
“I picked up a little something for you.”
He pulled a ring box from the jacket, and I froze.
He opened it slowly, and the diamond inside glittered madly. It was massive, well, as massive as a restrained upper crust type like Brody would go for.
He watched my face. “Do you like it?”
“Do I like it? Would any sane person ever say no to that?”
“No, but this is you we are talking about,” he teased, raising his hips to nudge me with his dick inside me as I slapped his shoulder.
“You’re such an asshole,”
“And you’re such a heathen, and I want to make sure everyone knows that you’re mine.”
He picked up the pace, fucking me gently. I stared at the ring in the box, and then narrowed my eyes at him.
“Oh, so this is a gift for you?” I asked.
He chuckled. “You get to wear a pretty rock, and I get to make sure that no one looks at my property.”
I reached behind me and grabbed his balls and tugged them.
“Call me your property again, and I’ll have to keep these in my purse for safekeeping.”
He laughed and took the ring from the velvet box.
“Ok, ok. Forget property and ownership and any of that bullshit. Wear this, and marry me. So, everyone can see you are mine, like I’m yours.”
I laughed, and then groaned. His hand had returned to my clit, rubbing at it furiously, making me climb and climb, heading for an explosion.
“Are you mine?” I wondered, rising up more firmly now and slamming back down. Brody’s neck was turning red, his careful self-control crumbling, and I loved to see it. Only I got him to lose his legendary cool.
“Irrevocably. Undeniably. Should I go on?”
He fucked me harder, making me cry out. I bent over him, pleasure hitting like a wave. I contracted all over, and Brody used the moment to slip the ring onto my finger and then hold it to his lips, kissing it in place.
As I floated down, still impaled on his hard-on, he kissed me.
“It suits you. Never take it off.”
“I’m not changing my name, you know. When I become a big Broadway star, I’m keeping my name.” I collapsed forward and fell into his arms. He pulled me against his chest, rocking me slowly on his hardness.
“Deal,” he said quickly. “I don’t need to take your last name, or your dreams, and ambitions. I don’t want to take anything from you, sweetheart. I just want your time, as long as you can spare for me, for as long as we both shall live.”
“Ok,” I whispered against his neck.
