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I pull out of her with a grunt, reach for the jeans gathered at her dangling feet and take them off along with her shoes. Then I guide her thighs up high on my hips and surge inside her one more time. My balls brush her lower lips, and we both sigh in satisfaction.
Her pussy is squeezing life and seed out of me, and I have to grit my teeth and focus on her hike to orgasm to keep myself from coming.
Every time I bottom out in her wet cunt, I feel a little cum leak out of my cock, and she moans my name a little louder, getting closer to her pleasure.
"Shit, doll, you feel so fucking good. So perfect. Open up for me! Take more. Come, love. Come for me!”
I feel her pussy start to squeeze me more determinedly, more sticky, sweet cream trickling out of her, and I know her climax is coming. I won't last much longer, not this time.
“Dev… harder, please! I’m almost there,” she begs me, making my balls draw up even tighter as I thrust into her faster and more robustly, giving her what we both crave.
But I want more. “I need to see your tits, love. I have to suck on them.”
Lynn moans in her orgasm, but she complies, as always mindful of my own pleasure as I am of hers. She lets go of my forearm and pulls her t-shirt and pink sports bra up, and I lean down, latching my mouth on one of her hard, little nipples, making her body jump.
She cries out one more time, coming again on my thick cock as I stroke heavily inside her. I cover her entirely with my body and give her one last powerful thrust, and then my dick is pumping cum into her, her greedy cunt sucking up everything I have until I am dry. "One more time, baby?" I ask her, breathing unevenly.
She mewls softly. “Only one? We both know you can do much better than that, fucker.”
I laugh, kissing her nose. “I love you, Lynn.”
She strokes my cheek. “I love you too, Devon, but don’t keep me waiting!”
Epilogue
LYNN
One year later…
Ican’t believe it’s been a year already!
A perfect, fantastic year that I've spent with a man I can't stop kissing and loving.
He’s the better part of my heart, the better part of my soul.
Devon.
A month ago, he proposed, and, of course, I accepted immediately because, as they say, when you know, you know.
And, all right, I did not really know right away at first. Life had to continuously bash me with the truth over my head for five years to get me here, but nevertheless, when he proposed, I knew what to say.
He gives me everything I could possibly need and more with just a smile, never mind that he is generous and caring to a fault.
This night is the perfect example of that.
I'm following a huge case, and there was no way in hell I could pull off this kind of party for us, not in a month, anyway. So I was content to just have our friends over for dinner.
But every girl wants to be a princess sometimes —even when she is busy more than ever trying to keep herself from strangling her own client, aside from their opponent. Devon knew that even more than I did.
I did not know how much I had mourned the possibility of having such a party to celebrate our engagement until our driver left me here at Welton Manor two hours ago. I had a blindfold over my eyes and a stunning,to-die-forhaute couture dress on that Devon picked himself for me and, in pure fucker-style, put on meafterhe blindfolded me so that I could only see it once we got here.
I know Tony, Carl, and the girls helped him with the arrangements.
However, it still amazes me that in between meetings for another important acquisition, aside from his usual already uber-stressing workload, he managed to put this together while being as always loving and present in my life and listening to all my rants about my job. And he even kept it a secret from me!
Ah, isn’t my man the sweetest?
I am one lucky, lucky girl.
