I can’t believe I finally did it. I walked across that stage and collected my degree today. Something I’ve worked incredibly hard for over the last four years. Surrounded by my close friends and family to celebrate my special day, I can’t help but think about how far I’ve come. How much I’ve grown and how I couldn’t possibly love the man next to me any more than I already do.

Not long after everything happened, I moved in with Colter. My parents were apprehensive at first. They wanted me to finish college and they were worried that I would lose focus on my goals if we moved in together.

But Colter wasn’t about to let that happen.

He was just as determined for me to graduate as I was and he provided constant incentive and encouragement for me to do so.

Over time, my parents became increasingly supportive when they saw I had no intentions of quitting. It took my dad a while but he’s finally gotten over the age difference between Colter and I, and now they are closer than ever. Which I am grateful for because my parents mean the world to me and it makes our relationship even more special that they get along so well.

My parents took us all out for dinner after graduation. Everyone is here, including Eric and John, Jayla, and Colter’s brother, Chase, as well as my grandparents who were a little put off by our relationship at first but have since welcomed him with open arms.

“A toast,” my father says. “To my princess. Your mother and I are so proud of you. Congratulations, sweetheart.”

Glasses clink around the table and we all take a drink of our champagne. Colter gives my hand a squeeze from beneath the table then stands up, pushing his chair back. He pulls a small black box from his inside pocket before taking a knee in front of me.

Air freezes in my lungs.

“I’ve wanted to do this for three years, but your dad said I had to wait until after you graduated.”

Everyone laughs as he tosses a look over to my dad before slowly opening the tiny box.

“Marry me. Make me the happiest son of a bitch in the world.”

I nod without hesitation, because he’s all I ever wanted. I’ve always been his to claim and I can’t wait another second to be his wife.

Tears spring to my eyes as he slides the diamond onto my finger then pulls me up from my seat to wrap me in his arms. “I love you,” he says, holding me close.

Then he releases me.

“I have one more surprise,” he says as he hands me an envelope.

“What is it?”

“Open it and find out.”

I tear it open and pull out two plane tickets.

Holy shit.

“You’re taking me to Fiji?”

“Damn right I am. I’m stealing you away for two weeks. Just you and me and a bungalow for two.”

“Sounds like heaven,” I tell him, kissing his perfect mouth.

“I would agree with you but I’m already holding a piece of heaven in my arms.”

I can’t keep my hands off of him on the drive home and we barely make it inside the house before I’m tearing at his clothes. He carries me to the bedroom, stripping me bare once we’re there.

“Congratulations, baby. Have I told you how proud I am of you?”

“Only every day for the last four years.”

His kiss is soft and gentle as he lies down on his back, pulling me to straddle his waist, trapping his cock between my legs.

His hands squeeze my thighs. “You’ve worked so hard. Only fair to reward you. Climb up here so I can get you nice and wet first.”

I do as he instructs, moving up to straddle his head.

“Be greedy. Don’t stop fucking my face until you are exhausted from coming,” he says before burying his face between my legs.

I hold onto the headboard, rocking my hips back and forth, riding his tongue like I never have before, taking my pleasure like only he can give. His hands grip my hips, encouraging my movement. I explode several times, breathless and limp, but he’s nowhere near finished with me. He maneuvers me beneath him, situating himself between my open thighs as his large fingers curl around the base of neck.

I smile.

Nothing says you’re mine like his firm grip around my throat as he slides into me.

“You’re even more beautiful with my cock buried deep inside your precious cunt. You may be my queen but I’m still going to fuck you like you’re my whore tonight. Over and over again. Your pussy won’t be satisfied until it’s sore and dripping with my cum.”

God, I love it when he spits those filthy words at me.

He buries himself to the hilt, balls slapping my ass as he fucks me long and hard, letting me know in his own perfect way that I’m his and I always will be.

Then he’s filling me up, just like he promised, groaning out his release as I chase mine with him. We fall apart together, tumbling headfirst into our future.

A future I wouldn’t want to spend with anyone else.

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The End