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She froze. “What?”
I leaned over, pressing my weight on her back, then brought my lips to her ear from behind. “I want you to marry me. Tell the whole fucking world that you’re mine.” It wasn’t enough anymore to claim her pussy in private or mark her skin where no one could see. I wanted the world to know she was mine. I fucking needed it.
She swallowed. Her throat bobbed against my hand.
I slid out of her slowly, to the tip, then eased back in. “Take my name. Wear my ring.” I nipped on the sensitive skin of her neck, just below her ear. “Fucking marry me.”
A tear fell over her cheek as she nodded. “Okay.”
I pulled out and thrust back into her again, slow and easy, for the first time in my life. “Yeah?”
She nodded again. “Yes.”
She said yes.
Fuck me.
She said yes.
Anniston deserved a big romantic gesture—a billboard at Yankee Stadium or a flashy sign in Times Square on New Year’s Eve. She didn’t deserve a two-word proposal, mid-fuck, but here we were. I never claimed to be a hero, and those two slow strokes I just gave her was about as romantic as it got.
“Intermission’s over, baby.” I pounded into her, hard and fast. “Time for the climax.” Her pussy throbbed and clenched around me. I tightened my hand on her throat, then pulled her hair. My entire body shook with the need to claim her. To bruise her. To ruin her. Fuck. My balls drew up tight. My hips jerked. I pulled my dick out of her sweet little cunt just in time to pump hot ropes of cum all over her back, her ass, down her crack. My dick pulsed and throbbed in one hand while I used the other to spread her ass cheeks, swiping my seed with a finger and rubbing it down her crack. She arched her back when my finger brushed over her hole.
“You like me there, don’t you baby?” I spread my cum around her entrance. “You want me to take you.”
“Yes,” she breathed.
We’d tried anal in the past. It didn’t work.
The dick. It was a blessing and a curse.
But I found she took it like a champ when I wasn’t fully hard.
I held the base in my hand, swirled the head in my cum and her slickness, then eased it inside. Her walls tensed around me, the tightness making it really fucking difficult not to go fromsemi-hardtoreally fucking hard. I reached in front and massaged her clit. She let out a moan, and her body relaxed around me.
“Fuck,” she whimpered. I rocked into her, slow and easy. “Fuck,” she moaned a little louder. With every thrust, I moved a little faster, pushed deeper, rubbed her clit harder and faster. It was a beautiful fucking symphony of stretching, pulsing, and moaning. And then she reached the crescendo. Her body quivered and her legs shook. She cried out one last time with a loud, “Oh fuck,” before finally going limp and breathless in my arms.
I leaned over, nipping her ear. “You are so fucking perfect when you come.”
She smiled and my fucking heart swelled almost as big as my dick. “I love you, Chandler Carmichael.”
I swept the hair from her face and drank her in. How in the fuck did I get so lucky? “I love you too, Little Rebel.”
Anniston
Sometimes we met people and our hearts recognized them immediately, before our minds ever did. There was a feeling, a stirring deep in that place way beyond our bones—all the way in our souls. My soul recognized Chandler the moment I first saw him, maybe even before when I was walking around his penthouse, trying to figure him out.
If you asked Chandler, he’d say that wasn’t possible because he didn’t have a soul. But that wasn’t true. He had a beautiful soul, hellbent on protecting anyone who couldn’t protect themselves.
Every villain had a story. And no matter how unconventional, messy, and dark, this one was ours.
Day three hundred seventy-one:
He fell in love with my smile.
I fell in love with his scars.
THE END
