Three years later…

His tongue danced along my hot crevice, forcing my legs apart as I grunted his name. The chuckle he let out rumbled along the nerves of my body, eliciting a stream of shudders that left me breathless. Why was he so good at doing that?

Flattening his tongue, he dragged its broad width along my wetness, not leaving an inch unlicked. I leapt off the bed as the rough texture curled around my clit taking me to new heights.

“Oh, God!”

“Mmhmm,” he murmured as he continued to lap and torture me.

My legs lifted into the air and he took advantage of my position to push them back into my chest, exposing me even more.

“I’m going to cum if you continue,” I whispered, gasping for a huge gulp of air.

“Isn’t that the point,” he spoke into my pussy right before sucking my clit into his mouth.

I was like a rag doll being pinned down and positioned any way he wanted me. His sucking and slurping drove me crazy. I wanted him so badly, my whole body ached. Dragging my nails across his shoulders I was finally able to form words.

“I want-I want to cum on your cock.”

His eyes met mine from between my legs. He made a great show at lapping at my cunt slowly. Moaning the entire time.

“Are you sure about that, Angel?”

“Oh my God!” My breath shot out of me as he flicked that pleasure button ceaselessly. My back arched, and my hands gripped the sheets knowing I wasn’t going to make it.

He looked up at me, his thumb slowly circling the swollen center. “Now you know the drill, Angel. If you want my cock, you know what you need to do.”

My lips parted in a silent scream, and my legs trembled as I fought the pleasure. “He was not going to win this time. I refused to succumb to his demands tonight. If I did he’d give me what I wanted, but then I’d have to give into his wishes. And I wasn’t ready.

“You just have to beg, and you’ll be mine forever.”

“Never!” I shouted. Grunting as my hips lifted.

“You can’t edge forever my beautiful, Eve. You also can’t make me wait forever.”

“Watch me,” in one swift move I had him on his back, chuckling.

“You underestimate me, Sweetheart.” He watched as my hand wrapped around his cock, and as soon as my tongue swiped at the thick slit along the head of it, he groaned. His head jerked back, his body tensing. The muscles and veins in his neck protruded and I crawled up his body, just to lick along my favorite vein. I made my way down his chest, nipping and biting, all the while jerking his massive cock.

“There’s no way I’m giving in, Eve. I want this too badly.”

My mouth wrapped around the head of his cock and his moan of satisfaction made my pussy pulse. Slowly I took him in, down my throat as I swallowed him. Up and down, in a slow torturous move that had him clutching the headboard and breathing deeply.

“Fuck me, you’re good at that,” his voice cracked, and muscles tensed as I popped him out, only to take him back in and start devouring him all over again.

It had all started with a proposal. A sweet proposal on the balcony of his apartment. He’d prepared everything, cooked a romantic dinner, and the sweetest dessert. At the end of it all he’d carried to champagne glasses out to the balcony and wrapped us up in a blanket as we watched the stars. And then he popped the question, presenting me with an exquisite diamond ring.

And what did I do? I freaked. Jumping up, I left him sitting there and locked myself in the bedroom. He’d knocked on the door, begged me to open it, but I was too shocked to even say anything. We’d been fine for years. Why’d he have to go and ruin it with a proposal?

Finally, about an hour later, he’d unlocked the door and barged in looking livid and sexy as hell. I wasn’t sure what he was going to do to me, but as he loomed over me, I knew. He liked to play these games, to see who gave in first. At first it started innocent enough, who’d wash the dishes, who did the laundry, then as the years passed by it became more of a challenge, ever game brought something new, and now there was this. And he was damn well serious.

Leaning over me, he brought himself face to face with me. “Let’s make a bet.”

“No,” I shook my head. I had this feeling he would win, and I didn’t want him to win. But his counter offer was too sweet to deny.

“If you cum first, then I’ll stop. We’ll go away on a makeshift honeymoon and never speak of it again. But if I win…if I win you’re mine. We get married on Christmas Eve and I’ll take you to my favorite spot in the world.”

I shook my head and folded my hands over my chest. “There is no way in hell I’m letting you suck me into this. This is serious, not a game.”

“Who said I wasn’t being serious. This,” he gestured between the two of us, “this is as serious as two people get.”

“So why do we have to label it?”

He sighed. “Look, this is important to me. It means something to me. I want a family, a life together. I want the damn mail to read Mrs. Nolan. I want you to be my wife.”

I looked up at him and sighed. “Fine.”

“Is that a yes.”

“It’s a do your best, but I’m not giving in.”

“Ohhh, we’ll see,” he grinned as he spread my legs, which is how I ended up in this predicament.

I was an expert at knowing what he wanted. Worshipping his cock just how he needed it, and in the last few years I’d perfected the art of making my man cum. All I had to do was tug his cock out and fondle his balls and he’d erupt. But just as I was about to suck him in deep he rolled us over and dragged his now slick cock in between the walls of my soaked pussy.

“Fuck!” He groaned, as he continued to hump at me. Angling his hips so that the cut of his crown nestled on my clit. I cried out, as he ripped my dress open. His mouth on my tits, sucking as he drove me insane with need.

“Marry me, baby.” Both our needy bodies were slick with sweat. Eager for a release that was yet to come.

It was so easy to give into him, he made it so easy.

“Just say yes, love. And I’ll give you the fucking world.” His dick slid into me in one rough thrust and I cried out the words he wanted to hear. Not caring anymore, just wanting him.

“Yes!”

The fact that I’d given in to him only made him more ferocious in his lovemaking. My legs shook from the power of his thrusts against me. I held onto the headboard as he drove in and out of me, his thick cock filling me up completely. It was always a different experience with him. He had so many ways of pleasing me. He was rough, hard, soft, and gentle. He was tender and romantic, dominating and demanding all at once. My perfect lover, but tonight, tonight he was claiming me. He was ravaging me and making sure I would feel what he’d done to me the next day. My thighs ached from the grip he had on them. My breasts throbbed from the bite marks he left. I could feel his strength rubbing against me, the muscles in his arms bulging and tensing as he drove me into the mattress.

Yet all I could do was scream out in pleasure. This man was making me his and I loved it, I loved every second of it. My pussy gushed and clenched down on him as he spanked my thigh. He growled and gritted his teeth as our bodies began that descent.

“You’re fucking mine. No other man could ever have you. No one will ever question it. You’re mine in every way, Angel.”

He lifted me into his arms, slamming me down onto his cock. Up and down until I came in a violent shudder. My mouth opened as we looked into each other’s eyes. He nodded and smirked.

“That’s a good girl. Cum for me, baby. Cum all over my cock.”

“Nnngh,” I grunted and let myself fall.

I collapsed back onto the mattress and he followed me down, his lips leaving open mouth kisses along the back of my ear and down my neck. Our breathing was ragged, our heart beating rapidly. He slid out of me and curled himself on top of me, his arms wrapping around my waist, his nose buried in my breasts.

“You’re perfect for me,” he murmured sleepily.

I stroked his hair and stared out at the moonlit sky. Snow had started to fall, and I smiled to myself. There was no denying I loved him. He was my everything, he always had been. In a silent moment I remembered Liam’s warm smile and for the first time I didn’t feel guilty for my decisions. I felt like this was it. This was the final step to completing my happiness. Well that, and the little one that was growing inside of me. I gently caressed my future husband’s soft hair and laughed to myself. He’d given me everything I ever wanted and so much more. He’d given me hope and happiness.