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I love it when she begs.
I fuck her ass with my tongue, curling my fingers up to stroke her g-spot.
Her voice breaks when she screams my name.
Her pussy locks down on my fingers, her ass clenching around my tongue.
I roar in triumph as my name echoes from every corner of the damn room.
"Ride me," I growl, pulling her up into my arms and flipping her over. I lay back, positioning my cock at her entrance, and then dropping her down on top of me. We both cry out as I impale her on me. I'm so fucking deep this way. Christ, I love it.
Her pussy still flutters around my cock, her walls convulsing. She sobs, clawing at my chest as I help lift her up and down my shaft, bouncing her on my lap hard and fast. Her tits bounce in my face, her hair flying back with every hard thrust. She's a goddess above me, writhing in pleasure and shrouded in sin.
"Ride me, Scarlett," I growl, smacking her left ass cheek. I soothe it with the palm of my hand, and then grip it tight, unable to help myself. She has the perfect ass. It's so damn luscious, meant to be gripped and smacked and bit.
Her knees lock around my waist. She lifts herself up and drops down, circling her hips.
"Ah, yeah," I groan. "Harder."
She does it again, landing in my lap hard enough that she bounces this time.
We both cry out in delight.
"Fuck, yeah, pretty baby. Just like that." I pinch her nipples, driving her wild while she fucks herself with my cock, her face screwed up in rapture. Little moans fall from her lips in a flood, my name leaving her mouth in sweet puffs of sound that steal entire sections of my heart.
I don't have to ask to know my name is the only one she remembers. It's written all over her face. She's not thinking about her book boyfriends or about fucking with me right now. All she's thinking about is my cock and how good it's making her feel.
"Finn," she moans. "I'm…I'm…"
"You think I don't know?" I ask, sitting up to wrap her hair around my hand. I tug her hair back until her eyes meet mine. "You think I don't know exactly how close you are to creaming all over my cock, pretty baby? I know everything about this body. It belongs to me."
"Yours belongs to me too," she gasps, a challenge in her eyes.
I meet it with a smile. "Every fucking part of me belongs to you, Scarlett. Every single part of me." I press my lips to hers in a hard kiss. "Now come like a good girl for your man."
I don't have to tell her twice. She drops down on me and circles her hips, grinding her clit against the root of my erection. And then she's crying her orgasm into my mouth, chanting it for my ears alone.
"I love you, I love you," she moans, head tipped back, lips parted…fucking perfect.
I growl her name, her words sending me over the edge into a powerful orgasm. My spine tingles, my balls drawing up. Cum shoots up my shaft, pumping into her until we're both writhing, both moaning.
"Marry me," I whisper when I can breathe.
Her breath catches in her throat, my favorite sound.
"Marry me, Scarlett Crawford from Gatsby Books," I say again, releasing her hair to feel around the bed for the ring I placed under the pillow while she was in the bathroom. It takes a minute before my hand finally closes around it. I hold out my hand between us, the ring sitting on my palm.
"Oh my god, Finn," she whispers, staring at it in awe. The 3-carat solitaire white diamond rests on the open pages of a tiny platinum book. Pink diamonds decorate the edges of the book pave style. It's her. I knew it as soon as I saw it. I paid a small fortune to get it here from California, but it was worth every damn penny to see the look on her face now.
"Say yes, pretty baby. Let me be the lucky motherfucker who gets to love you for the rest of your life," I murmur, slipping the ring onto her hand. It fits her perfectly. "Let me be the man who guards your heart and protects your life with his own, who gives you reasons to smile, and finds ways to make you laugh. Let me be the lucky motherfucker who spends the rest of his life acting out every dirty fantasy you have and discovering new ones with you." I press my forehead to hers, praying she doesn't tell me no. "Let me be your home, pretty baby."
"Yes," she whispers, and then immediately bites her lip. "No. I mean wait! I just have one tiny question first."
"Scarlett," I groan.
"I'm sorry!" she cries. "But it's important."
"Ask it," I growl, my damn heart in my throat.
