“Are they letting you play, or what?” she asks me, dipping her finger into some frosting from the refrigerator.

“They’re letting me play,” I grin. “We met with all the suits, and the coach. It was really intense.”

“Oh my God, Jackson!” she smiles. “How is that you get so lucky all the time?”

I shrug and walk by her, dipping my finger into the frosting next and feeding it to her. Her thick lips wrap around my knuckle. I pull back slowly and watch as she sucks all the frosting off. My finger is clean when I take it out, which pushes that warm feeling deep inside my body, to rise up.

“I’m just a lucky guy, I guess,” I say, letting go of her hand.

“You are.” She smiles and leans forward. Her tits fall against my chest and her eyes glance up at mine. Her perfume drifts into my senses, sending me into a state of near ecstasy. My cock grows hard against my suit pants, pressing against the zipper. I feel her hand feel around the outside, slowly unzipping and setting me free.

“Fuck, baby,” I moan.

“You really want it, don’t you?” she asks me, when she feels just how thick and hard I’ve become. My throat has tightened a little and when I glance down at her perfectly thick body, something clicks inside of me. It’s a deep feeling, coming from inside of my core, right next to my cock. I need her. Now. I need to taste her. I need to feel her. I need to ravage her.

She slides the top button through the hole of my pants and they fall right off. I pull off my shirt and stumble. Both of us tumbling against the wall as I literally tear the buttons right off her new shirt. “You owe me another top,” she says.

“I’ll just end up ripping that one too,” I say, tongue scraping across her neck.

My lips kiss forward and pull back. The taste of her gives me a new energy. I pick her up and place her on the kitchen counter. She’s wearing that black skirt again. It’s the same tight black skirt she wore on the day I first saw her again. I pull it off and spread her legs apart, revealing her wet pussy.

I’m fucking aching for her. I’m dying to cum inside her. I’m dying to make her mine. I bend forward and lick down from her pelvis, to her clit, and down to her lips. I taste every bit of her, even dragging my tongue across the inner-top of her thighs.

When my mouth is around her dripping pussy, I suck. I suck hard, all the while moving my tongue up and down. Her breathing quickens after a few minutes and soon enough, her hand comes down onto my head. Her palm squeezes as she grabs my hair, forcing me forward even more than before.

“I want to feed you,” she says. When I glance up at her, she’s smiling.

I moan and slide my tongue inside her, pushing against her walls. “Stop,” she moans. “You’re going to make me finish.”

“Good,” I lick across her clit and insert two fingers inside her. This makes her back arch and her feet twist and turn. She bites down on her bottom lip and grabs my head harder. “I want to make you squirm, baby. I want to keep you cumming until morning.”

“The game is tomorrow, Jackson,” she says, in between her erratic breathing. “We can’t fuck all night. You need your rest.”

“That’s what you think,” I smile.

I eat her like I’m starving for her pussy. Her body goes tense and then relaxes, over and over again. When her hands get weaker, she lets go of my hair, like she’s given up. She knows it’s over. She’s about to lose it to my tongue and fingers.

“Jackson,” she moans my name. “I love you.”

If I could talk, I’d say the same thing back, but I’m too invested in her right now. Her thighs shake and her whole body quivers. She gives a deep scream, from the back of her throat, and I know she’s gone. Her pussy contracts over my fingers as I slide them in and out, and she grows even wetter.

I don’t wait for her to say she’s ready for more. I pick her up while she trembles against my body, and bring her to her bedroom. I drop her onto the bed and she smiles big, cheeks rosy red and forehead glowing. “Fuck me,” she whispers. “Fuck the life out of me.”

“God, you’re beautiful.” I moan, licking my bottom lip.

She spreads her legs and slides two fingers inside her mouth. She knows I want her. She knows just how badly I need her soaking pussy. When I enter her, her warmth falls around my cock. I push in slowly and feel it, as every inch slides in further. “Fuck,” I grunt.

“Even deeper,” she whispers. “I want to feel every single inch.”

Her legs close in around my back and I have no choice. I push in further and watch as my cock disappears inside of her. I pull back out and shake my head because the pleasure is too much for me to handle so fast. “Jesus,” I mutter. “You’re still so tight.”

I wrap my arm around the top of her back, to bring her closer to me. Skin on skin. Her tits press against my chest and her nipples drag across my flesh. Goose bumps actually press up against my skin. A strange and pleasurable sensation runs up my spine as I thrust forward.

The look on her face is saying, ‘Make me yours,’ and I’m all in at this point. I look down at her hand laying across my abs and I see that diamond ring. It glitters against the light and suddenly I feel all too emotional. This is the woman I’m going to spend every day of my life with. This is someone I’m going to have kids with. The weight is immeasurable, but it just leaves me more confident about things. It tells me that my life is right and that I’m going in the right direction. It gives me all the power in the world to know we have this kind of love.

As I grab her thigh and hold, I thrust forward. My emotions are going crazy. I love this woman. I love her so damn much. I want to give her everything. I lean forward and admire her beauty. Her perfect lips, her cute cheeks, and her stunning eyes all hook me, and I just know that I’m hooked for life.

I kiss her passionately and hold my hand against her cheek. Her skin is so soft and her hair smells so damn good. I breathe in and thrust once more, holding myself deep inside her. When I release, we both gasp for air.

She spins her body around and pushes her ass against my cock, sandwiching it against my abs. “It’s yours, baby,” I moan. “Take it.”

She reaches around behind her and grabs my thick, pulsating member. She squeezes it in her palm, placing it at her lips. They fold away, closing in on my head, down to my shaft. Her butt jutts back at me and I instinctually squeeze her flesh as I move my hips forward.

I run my other hand across the lines of her back, reaching her neck as I push upward to her hair. I pull back and she moans louder. I push in deeper, harder, even faster. The room is filled with our sex. The air is hot and steamy, as we push forward with our passions.

I grab her plump breasts and cup them, feeling her nipples grow hard inside of my palm. Her skin tightens and her moaning grows deeper, even darker than before. She places her forehead against the mattress and she cums louder than she ever has before. Her pussy tightens around my cock and she pushes back against me, like she’s being fucked at the edge of a cliff.

I lose it almost instantly. My cock throbs and quivers, until finally I feel it come from within. It’s out of my control. I’m fully hers. Forever. And when I cum, I feel the weight of all time grab me. And I feel freer than I ever have.

I lose myself to her that night, over and over, and over and over. We get lost in ourselves, in our kisses, in our touching and heavy petting. Our talks in between grow deeper. We talk about our hopes and dreams.

“I just want a simple life,” she tells me. “This whole PR game… it’s tough.”

“Which is why you’re quitting that company and working for me. My right hand woman,” I say.

“God, I’d love that,” she admits. “No more Joseph. Just promise me one thing.”

“Anything,” I say.

“No more fighting. No more close calls between games. I can’t deal with that either,” she says, hands curled around my cheek. She rubs her thumb across my stubble and I kiss her again, tongue wrapping around hers.

“I promise,” I say. “I’m done with that. Any aggression I feel can be solved in the bedroom, with you.”

“Damn straight,” she smiles.