Amelia

It’s Valentine’s Day and the bakery closed an hour early. I’m standing in the mirror, feeling beautiful. Carly’s here to assist me. I’m girly, but not to the point I want to be. Carly did my makeup and helped me pick out this dress. It has a V-neck dip between my breasts that is excessively low, but I want to do all I can to drive him nuts.

Since he got out of the hospital, he’s been at the bakery, sitting in the office trying to help. Carly came back yesterday feeling a hundred percent. Her flu wasn’t a very dangerous one, but she’s still supposed to take it easy.

Every day, he grunts and snarls at all the men that come in and flirt with me. I don’t return any of it, but once they see Blake they walk back out. He hired his guard again to follow me around, so he can work without worrying while I’m at school. Afterwards, we go back to my house to hang out. Then he stays at his sister's. It’s easier to keep both of us from being tempted. His arm needs to heal.

We haven’t had sex since that night, but we’re more than ready for it. It seems that Blake likes to tease me all day. He passes by me, grabbing my hip and accidentally bumping me with his cock against my ass. Every night, he grinds on it. I know he’s hurting too, so tonight I plan to work out that pain for him.

The doorbell rings and I’m eager to get to him. “You look great. Go make me a niece or nephew. Mom’s already planning the wedding.”

“Thanks, Carly. For everything. Even getting sick.”

“Anytime. Except for the sick part,” she grumbles. I open the door to see Blake standing there rocking on his heels. His eyes widen, and his mouth falls open.

“How am I supposed to take you out looking like that?”

“What? Is there something wrong with it?”

“Yes, and no…I mean…damn it, I can’t think. All the blood’s gone to my dick. Come on, princess. I’m almost getting the strength back in my arm and you’re going to have me knocking men out tonight,” he states, pulling me into his arms and kissing me. His lips feel so good on mine that I can’t wait.

“Let’s go, Ms. Wright.” I finally notice that he’s not in his truck. He has a limo, with a driver standing there holding the door open. We walk to the car and he tells the guy, “Tuck those eyes in buddy. She’s mine.”

“A limo?” It’s my second time being in one and the last there was like four couples for prom.

“Yes, princess. I want you all to myself and well, since we have a long drive, I don’t want to go without touching you.”

“Where are you taking me?”

“You’ll see.”

We’re driving down the main highway when the limo pulls off and that’s when I see the sign. It’s a massive billboard. “Will you marry me, Princess? – Your Knight.” I turn back to look at him and he’s kneeling with a ring in his hand.

“I wasn’t going to ask because I already told you it was a done deal, but I want something to seal it. What do you say, Amelia? Will you marry me?”

“Yes, of course.” I cry as he slides a stunning diamond ring on my finger. I can’t believe this is happening. Wow, I’m trying to hold it together, but I want to celebrate with my fiancé.

“I’m going to fucking spank you if you keep crying, princess. I don’t like when you do that.” I turn my ass towards him, looking for any bit of his hands on me. He looks towards the front of the limo and the divider is in use. He grabs the hem of my dress and slides it up. I’m wearing barely-there panties and he growls. Blake swats my ass once.  Then lowers his head, kissing my stinging bottom. I’m soaked, and Blake knows it since he pushes two fingers inside me. I clench around them, nearly ready to come. He puts his hand to my mouth, stopping me from screaming. With his whole body leaning over mine, he whispers, “You’re mine. Your moans and orgasms are for me only.” I can feel him use his uninjured arm to undo his pants. “Now, if you can keep it down, I’m going to fill you up. Do you want that, princess?”

“Yes,” I stutter. He easily pushes into me from behind and I feel stretched. I turn my head toward my shoulder and use it to muffle my moan. Within a few thrusts, we’re both coming. His hand goes to my mouth and I bite down as I come. It’s not hard, but it sets him off and I feel him pulse inside me.

We straighten up, him handing me some tissues that are conveniently in the limo. I rest my head on his chest, sleepy and satisfied. We arrive in Houston and he takes me to a large building. As we get out, I feel a bit sexy knowing I have his come between my thighs. We enter and there’s a makeshift dining area set up. It’s decorated completely for Valentine’s Day. The thing is, it’s just us two. “You arranged this?”

“Yes, the very next day after meeting you. I’ve been waiting for almost two weeks for your undivided attention. Now, my future Mrs. Reynolds, let’s enjoy our dinner.” He helps me to my seat, and as I look around the room I don’t see anyone else.

“Where are the servers?”

“As I said, my sweet princess—undivided.”

I arch my brow at him after he lifts the lids off our dinner. It's the same meal I had planned the day I almost lost him. "I don't know if it'll be as good as yours smelled, but I felt like a last-minute change on the menu."

"Thank you, Blake." With every bite, I find his eyes on me. He licks his lips and groans as I let a moan slip as the meat melts in my mouth.

"Fuck, dinner is over, princess." He tosses his napkin on the table, then stands. I giggle for a moment. His cock stretches his pants to the brink of shredding. The outline displays his size and he's right dinner is over. "I want dessert."

"I've got dessert for you," he mutters, his voice gruff with need.

"Really?" I ask, looking at him and feeling my face flush.

"Yes," he says, nodding and taking my hand. I stand and follow him. In the middle of a long, white table-clothed banquet table seats a large bowl of fat strawberries and a small chocolate fountain.

Smirking to myself, I poke my finger into the fountain, coating my finger. I lift it to bring to my mouth, but Blake’s faster. He bends his head and wraps his lips around my finger, sucking off the chocolate. It hits me straight to my core, and I clench my thighs together.

“Amelia, the chocolate tastes better than I imagined.” He pulls me to him hard; my chest slamming against his. “I want more.”

I look up into his eyes and wink. “There’s plenty of strawberries and skewers right there.”

“Oh no, I think those strawberries will do.” He lifts me off my feet and sits me on the table next to the fountain. Stepping between my legs, he cups my face and crushes his mouth on mine. Thrusting my hands into his hair, I deepen our kiss. His hands move to my hips, tugging up my dress. I pout as he pulls away from me. Shaking his head, he dips his fingers into the chocolate, then falls to his knees. He started to paint my pussy lips with chocolate. The warm liquid was met by his cool breath before I felt the flick of his tongue. I toss my head back and grasp the edge of the table. I’m panting out my need. “Don’t stop.”

Every inch of me is so turned on that I’m going to come. He stands up, undoes his pants, and pulls out his thick, hard cock. I want to taste him, but I want him in me right now. “We’re coming together,” he growled. “And I’m coming inside of you.” He decides for me, pushing inside me in one long motion. I’m feeling stretched, but I want more. I rock my hips forward. He grabs the back of my head and pulls my face to his, kissing me like it’s the last time. He slashes his tongue across mine, letting me taste a chocolatey version of me. I want more. I reach over and dip my fingers into the chocolate, slipping my hands between my breasts. Giving him access, he bends his head and runs his tongue over my breasts, licking every drop of chocolate off.

I shiver and clench up, my orgasm on the cusp. Then he drives hard into me and I’m done, my body loses all control, I thought I had. For a split second, I believed I had him worked up more than me, but I was wrong. I come on his cock, squeezing him. He places his hands on the table, pinning me in, then he pumps forward, fucking me until I’m about to come again. I can’t take anymore before I cry out, “I’m coming.”

“That’s what I want to hear—over and over again.” He grunts and fills me up, coming hard, resting his head in the crook of my neck. I could feel his breath on my skin and wanted this moment to last forever.

“I’ll give you forever.” Oops, I said that aloud.

“I’m going to hold you to it.”

“That’s fine. As long as I get to hold you. And maybe we should invest in chocolate. I’ve got a new favorite sweet treat.”