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“If I fall forward and flat on my face, I’ll punch you,” I tell him.
He chuckles. “You won’t fall.” He grips my hips harder, bouncing me as I find a rhythm. “I won’t let you.”
I throw my head back as I bounce up and down, up and down. I hear his breath hiss and I ride him harder, my orgasm coming in thick and fast as I cry out, Daddy.
This man. He knows his way around my body and I love it. I love every second of our love making, fucking, screwing, whatever it is on any given day. Alistair can be passionate and slow, or hard and fast, or downright dirty. And I’m here for all of it.
“Mr. Devereaux,” I cry. “I need to come.”
“You’ve been a good girl for once,” he grunts. “So you can come now, Princess.”
He shoves up into me as he brings me down hard. I cry out, calling his name as my rush continues over and over.
“What are you?” he growls as I close my eyes.
“Your dirty little slut.”
“No.”
“What am I then?”
“My wife.” He releases, spurting hot waves of cum inside me as I gasp. His wife?
“Your wife?” I reiterate my inner thoughts.
“If you’ll have me.” He sits up, pulling me off him and untying my hands.
I swivel around on his lap.
“What?” I stare down at him.
He pulls a box out from under the pillow. “Marry me, Charlize. Make me your husband.”
I put my hands over my mouth in shock. We’ve never really discussed marriage, and neither of us are big on having children.
“Alistair?”
“I can’t live without you taking my name. Say you’ll do it, please.”
I nod, tears beginning to stream down my face. “Yes. Yes! I’ll marry you. I want to marry you!”
He pops the box and I gasp at the huge rock. “It’s six carats. White gold. I got it from Tre’sor.” Khristian’s high-end jewellery store. The stone is square, and it’s so shiny and beautiful. He slides it onto my finger and I stare down at him in shock.
This is just like Alistair to do this in the throes of passion.
“I couldn’t wait,” he tells me. “I need you to be my wife.”
I cup his face, pressing my lips to his. “I love you, husband. I love you so much.”
He cups my face. “I like that. Say it again.”
“Husband?”
He growls and I laugh, wrapping my arms around him. “Say it.”
“Daddy husband?”
He stops, then bursts out laughing, rolling me over as I yelp. He hovers over me.
