AllFreeNovel
Share Us
A myriad of emotions flicker across Lily's face before she finally breaks out into a radiant smile, her eyes welling up with tears of joy.
"Yes," she breathes out, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, Dean. I'll marry you."
Before she can say anything else, I get up and walk over to her side of the table before scooping her up into my arms.
"What about dinner?" Lily asks with a giggle.
"Dinner can wait," I reply, carrying her into the bedroom. "I want dessert first."
Lily's eyes grow wide, and her mouth forms a cute little 'O' shape as I lay her gently down on the bed. I undress her quickly, unsnapping her bra and pulling down her pants and panties in one go. Her gorgeous curves spill out onto the comforter, creamy and glowing in the moonlight coming from the window. Then I yank her thighs apart and swipe my thumb through her glistening slit.
I suck in a sharp breath at the sight.
"Look at you. Already wet for me. Fuck, have you been sitting across from me this whole time with a wet pussy, baby?"
Lily looks up at me and smirks. "I couldn't stop thinking about what you said last night."
I quirk an eyebrow at her. "What I said?"
"That you wanted to breed me." She blushes again. "That you want to make me yours."
My vision goes dark at the edges as I feel myself almost blackout from her words.
"Is that want you want, baby? You want me to make you mine?"
Lily gives me a smile so sweet that my balls ache. "Yes, please."
My dick was hard before, but now it feels like a fucking crowbar. In two seconds, I've got Lily pinned down against the mattress with her legs on my shoulders.
"God, you're so fucking perfect, Lily," I rasp as I stroke my tip against her entrance. "Spreading your legs. Asking for my come. Such a good fucking girl."
Then, I slide home and spend the rest of the night giving my girl exactly what she wants.
Chapter eight
Lily
One year later
Thesmellofcinnamonand fresh pine fills our bustling home as I sit gazing at the twinkling Christmas tree.
I run a hand over my rounded belly, feeling the tiny life within me respond with a flurry of movement. A smile tugs at the corners of my lips.
From the kitchen wafts the scent of sugar cookies, a delightful aroma that brings forth a wave of nostalgia. Ava, now a vivacious five-year-old, is assisting Dean with the baking.
It's been a year since the day Dean proposed, and each day has been filled with a love so profound it still takes my breath away.
I'm married to the man of my dreams, the man who loves me unconditionally, the man who is soon to be the father of our child. The enormity of my happiness is overwhelming.
Dean emerges from the kitchen, his face dusted with flour, carrying a tray of freshly baked cookies. He's always been handsome, but the sight of him as a doting father and a loving husband adds a new dimension to his attractiveness.
"Hey, beautiful," he greets, bending down to press a kiss to my forehead. "How's our little one?"
"Excited, I think," I reply, placing his hand on my belly. His eyes light up at the baby's movements, a sight that never fails to soften my heart.
"We're going to be parents, Lily," he murmurs, a sense of wonder in his voice. "I can't wait to meet our baby."
His excitement is infectious, and I can't help but grin. "Neither can I, Dean. We're going to be amazing parents."
