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More moaning and I just smirk at her. She is about to cum, no matter what I say. I slip my boxers off. My cock springs out just in front on Sophie’s face. I am not sure if she notices, but I hold her head still by grabbing her ponytail and slide into her warm wet mouth. Best feeling ever. Ok, her pussy is better, but I haven’t had either in eight weeks, so this is amazing. I might bust my nuts now. Control yourself Cahill. I let out the biggest sigh of relief when I hit the back of her throat and she swallows me.
“Good girl,” I moan out.
I slip out, watching her drool fall, letting Sophie catch her breath before I slide all the way back in, and let my ball sack rest on her chin, then I back out. Just a warm-up before I go to town.
“Ready, doll?”
I don’t know if she nods, I have her hair in a tight hold so she can’t move her head. I start to pound her mouth with my balls slapping her chin. The vibrations that are coming up her body add a little extra bonus.
“Yes, doll, just like that.” I want to spill myself down her throat, but I stop. I pull out, looking at the mess she has made on herself, and I just want to add to it as well. She is breathing so heavily. I remove the O-ring mouth gag, it can become uncomfortable after a while, or so others have told me.
“You didn’t cum, doll, did you?” I growl at her, there is a puddle under her.
“No, but I fucking need to. Please hurry and let me cum, sir.”
I smile at her language. So un-ladylike, the little minx. I lift her onto the bed, face down, maneuvering her so her ass is in the air, with her arms behind her thighs to keep her legs together on her knees, so she moves nowhere.
“Hard and fast, doll.”
That’s the only warning I give her before I slam in her tight wet pussy and roar. This is home. It’s what I have needed over the past few weeks, and it reminds me she is still here. She’s all mine. I pull out, only to slam back in and feel her tighten around me so hard. She is screaming with all she has. I don’t ease up, I go harder until I spill into her with all I have roaring, “Mine!”
I don’t think her orgasm stops. She hardly has a voice left. What a perfect start to hopefully the best night of my life. I pull out of her and clean Sophie up and untie the hogties. I rub life back into her limbs. I kiss her deeply while I remove the blindfold. She faces me and looks up into my eyes.
“That was amazing. Better than I could ever imagine, thank you, sir,” she says shyly, barely a whisper.
I keep staring at her. “Marry me.”
She laughs. “I can’t tell people this is how you proposed to me; after a rocking banging session Cahill told me to marry him.” She is really laughing, but it’s not a no either. I cock my head to the side and smile at her.
“The answer will be yes when you ask, and I mean it, ask me properly.”
Tonight, is going to be amazing I think to myself.
After the pretty intense session, we shower and get ready. I am ready to jump her again, but I will wait for later. When I grab my jacket, I turn round to see Sophie standing waiting for me. She takes my breath away for the second time tonight. Hair down her back in waves, big smoky eyes looking straight at me, plump lips that need to be kissed again, a rose gold choker on, and a spaghetti strap black dress that sticks to every curve of her body. I can tell she isn’t wearing a bra or panties. The naughty girl is looking for seconds just like myself. And rose gold heeled sandals that strap up her leg. She looks utterly stunning tonight.
“Doll…you are… just gorgeous.” I kiss her cheek.
“You aren’t so bad yourself.” She smirks.
“Come on, we need to get going, I don’t want to be late.” I say as I pull her with me down to the car that is waiting for us.
During the drive over I can see Sophie is taking everything in. I know she wants to ask questions but is trying so hard not to ruin this for herself. Besides, I won’t tell her anything, it’s a surprise.
“Are we on Wexford Street, Cahill?”
“Yes.”
“But there’s no restaurants down here? What are you up to, mister?”
I just laugh. She misses nothing. The car comes to a stop outside an old run-down bar, it used to be called the Whiskey Barrel, it was popular in its day. Sophie just looks up at me as if I have gone crazy.
“If I knew we were coming to a building site, I would have worn flats,” she informs me as she holds my arm.
“Lead the way, Cahill—wait, this is 25 Wexford Street? Chase Rice has a song about here. One of my fave tunes too. How amazing!” Sophie tells me.
The bar does need some TLC, but it still has the bar and stage. Lauren has spent today putting pink, purple, and white balloons everywhere, also rose petals. Jones has set up a table in the middle and has food waiting for us. I have Chase Rice playing on the speaker I left here. Ruairi is behind the bar being a barman tonight. In the kitchen I have everyone hiding. When we open the door and Sophie sees everything she is taken aback.
“Oh my God, Cahill, this is so romantic. This is where you would propose to someone, not after fucking their brains out.” She laughs and Ruairi lets out a belly laugh too. I have never seen Sophie go so white before.
