Page 123 of Lucky Haven

“Don’t. Don’t leave me.”

Her lust-laden words weave an intoxicating double meaning, an invitation to bond us forever.

My pulse races at the thought of finishing inside her, nothing between us. And she must read my mind, because her pupils flare wide.

And her cunt clamps down around my shaft, holding me deep in her belly.

“You want me to finish inside you?” I hear myself from a distance as I slow my thrusts, dangerously close to spilling now. “Fuck, Haven, if you want it, you can have it. You can have anything you want in this world. I’ll give you the moon if you ask.”

“I just want you, forever.” She wraps her legs around my waist and throws her head back, her body arching beneath mine. Her fingers slide past her belly and her eyelids flutter shut as she finds her clit.

Inside, she starts to flutter, too.

Greedy pussy.

Perfect pussy.

“I’m going to marry you,” I hear myself say. And then I smile, because it’s so fucking true.

She blinks her eyes open, staring up at me as I slowly stuff her full of my cock. “That you can just say?”

“Gonna marry you, and love you forever, and give you all the babies your heart desires.” Fuck. I’m so fucking close. “Rub that beautiful clit faster, baby. Come for me, and you’ll milk my orgasm out of me, I swear to⁠—”

Her thighs slam against my hips, her pussy turning electric as she goes soaring.

I groan like an animal rutting in the fields, falling on top of her as I slam my cock home.

“That wasn’t the sweet love making I thought I’d give you,” I whisper when the aftershocks finish rippling through my body and I manage to roll off her, pulling her into my side.

She snuggles close. “But it was what I needed from my very good man.”

“I like the sound of that. I’m your man.” I take a long, deep breath and pull her up enough to so I can brush my mouth against hers. “And I meant every word. I love you. I’m going to marry you. There’s no end to us. Not tonight, not ever.”

“Okay.” She smiles and kisses me, a bright promise of a future so sweet and lush it would have felt impossible just a few weeks ago.

And then she starts laughing.

“What is it?”

“I’m just thinking about what you said.”

“Which part?”

“That it was wrong to look at my tits more than once a week.” She giggles again. “Why was it all right once a week?”

“Self-preservation.”

She yawns. “What does that mean?”

“That’s more of a twentieth date reveal.”

“Hey, wait a second⁠—”

I pull her on top of me and swallow the rest of her protest with a deep, endless kiss.

Epilogue

Haven