“I just did. Do I deserve a reward for all the hard work?”
“Did you do it to impress me or for a reward?”
“Both.”
She smiles, shaking her head. “What do you want as a reward?”
“Marry me, Glyndon.”
Her smile remains frozen. “W-what?”
“I want you to marry me.”
“We’re like twenty-one and you still haven’t finished your education, and I want to continue my master’s degree. When I say what, I mean, are you serious?”
“When have I not been? We can get married after we’re settled in our careers if you want, but in the meantime, you’ll wear my ring on your finger.”
She seems to have come down from the shock, and a rare gleam covers her eyes. “When did you even plan this?”
“After I took you to see my parents. Surely I would marry the first girl I introduced to my folks.”
She narrows her eyes. “Was that before or after anal?”
I grin. “During, baby.”
She tries to hide her smile but fails. “Bloody perv.”
“Is that a yes?”
“You didn’t even ask.”
“If I ask, it means you’ll get to say no, and you know I don’t take that for an answer. Not about this.”
She wraps her arms around my neck. “I think I’m doomed.”
“Why is that?”
“Because I think you’re the only man I would marry.”
“You just figured that out?”
“Oh, shut up.” She laughs and kisses my cheek. “I’ll marry you, my monster.”
“Good.” I slip the custom-made ring with my name on it on her finger. “You’re officially mine now.”
She stares at it under the fireflies' light. “It’s so beautiful. Thank you.”
“I have a better way for you to show me your gratitude.” I grab her by the arm and pull her with me.
She has to jog to keep up with my pace, and usually, I’d slow down, but right now, I’m too impatient for this woman.
I need to be inside her more than I need my next hit of oxygen.
Once we reach a tree, I slam her against it—not hard enough to hurt her, but enough that she can figure out my intention.
Glyndon swallows. “We’re in public, Killian.”
I grab her by the hips and pull her against my erection. “So? We need to celebrate our engagement.” I slide my other hand under her dress. “Besides, the red lipstick is a clear invitation to fuck that mouth, and you already wore a dress so I could have better access to your cunt, didn’t you?”
My fingers find her pussy and I pause. “What do we have here, my little slut? No panties?”
“I told you I missed you,” she breathes out.
“You’re driving me fucking crazy, baby.” I tease her clit, and her head falls back against the tree with a moan. “Wrap your leg around my waist. Hold on to me.”
Both of her arms and a leg circle my neck and waist, but she still whispers, “Anyone can see.”
“Not if they want to stay alive.” I free my raging hard cock and lift her other leg. “Eyes on me when I fuck you, baby.”
Her eyes meet mine, half-hooded, almost closed, but they’re so full of fire, I want to walk straight through it and feel every burn.
I drive inside her with the impatience of a celibate priest. She clenches around my cock with a gasp, her body molding to mine.
Maybe I should make her miss me more in the future. On second thought, no. I’m still going through withdrawal after only one day.
My fingers wrap around her neck and she tightens her hold on me. She likes it when I choke her while I’m fucking her brains out, my Glyndon. She told me it makes her lose control more, because it’s me.
Because she trusts me.
I up my rhythm until her moans and gasps of pleasure echo around us, swirling with the fireflies and the silence of the night.
“You’re going to be my wife.” Thrust. “My partner.” Thrust. “My everything.”
“Yes, yes.” Her voice is broken by the strength of my powering into her.
“One day, I’ll stuff this cunt with my cum and you’ll give me children, won’t you, baby?”
Her eyes shine as she moans, “Yes!”
Her orgasm hits me with a mixture of emotions. Maybe it’s the surrender of it, or the fact that she’s now wearing my ring, or that nothing and no one will take her away from me. Or maybe it’s the promise that I’ll fill her with my baby in the future.
Whatever the reason, I spill all the way inside her with a grunt.
Glyndon grabs onto me, her fingers stroking my cheek as a girly, happy smile covers her lips. “I love you, my monster.”
“And I love you, baby.”
More than she’ll ever comprehend, think, or know.
I love her to the point of fucking madness.
THE END