I didn’t know what to expect when Preppy said he had something for me but I didn’t expect him to drop to one knee. “I know we’re already legally married, but we both know you never intended to really marry me, but even when I was being a stubborn asshole all those years ago, you’ve always been mine.”
Preppy opened the box and my hand shot up to cover my mouth. It wasn’t like anything I’d ever seen. The band was silver or platinum with a large round black diamond in the center and triangular shaped diamonds on each side. “It seems we both have bow-ties for each other today,” he said with a laugh.
I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t even move. I was stunned in place.
“When we first met, your timing was all wrong,” Preppy said.
“Why was that?” I asked.
“Because you were trying to jump, but it wasn’t time yet. Now, I think it’s time for a different kind of leap, one we can make together.” He slipped the ring onto my trembling finger. “So what do you say, Doc? You wanna do this right this time? You wanna jump with me?”
Tears streamed down my face. All I could manage was a nod. Preppy stood and lifted me into his arms. My legs went around his waist and he sat down with his back against the tower, me straddling his lap. All the effort I spent getting ready was out the window in about thirty seconds as we tore at each other’s hair and clothes. I was screaming his name not long after that. While he thrust inside me he kept kissing the new tattoo on my wrist and then my new ring, smiling like he couldn’t believe it was all real until we came together. Clawing at each other’s skin like we couldn’t get close enough.
Because we couldn’t.
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“Why is it that you don’t need to hurt me when we have sex anymore?” I whimpered. We’d just come down from our orgasms and I was admiring my new ring, holding it up as the moonlight flashed on the diamonds. Preppy was behind me, kissing my bare shoulder his fingers tracing lazy circles over my clit. “Because it’s okay if you need to. I get it. I do.”
“I know you get it. You’re the only one who really does.” Preppy gazed deeply into my eyes in a way that only he could. In a way that told me that he could see right through me. “Baby,” he groaned. I moaned in response. Maybe because he called me baby. Maybe because he began to stroke me harder. Faster. “Just because I don’t need to hurt you to get off, doesn’t mean that the pain isn’t there.”
Pressure began to build deep inside of me. “What...what do you mean?” I said, panting with need.
Preppy placed his other hand behind my neck, pulling me closer. “Dre, when I look at you, when I touch you. I love you so much it fucking HURTS,” he said against my neck, the vibration of his words had my nipples standing at firm attention all over again.
“I don’t want you to hurt,” I said, although I knew exactly what he meant because I felt the same. I had so much love for him it made my chest swell to the point where I thought I might break inside. Preppy looked down between us to where his swollen cock bobbed with his every move. The head thick and purple, throbbing and glistening at the tip, dripping with his own need. “No, Doc, it hurts, but it’s the best kind of pain.” Preppy’s eyes were half-lidded. A devilish smirk played on his lips. “Look, it hurts so bad even my cock is crying.”
I returned his smile, looking up at him through my lashes. I licked my lips. Preppy groaned, placing his hands on both sides of my head, running his fingers through my hair. I pushed him to his back and crawled down his body, giving a quick lick to the tip of his cock, which pulsed in response. I watched his expression darken as he watched me kiss and lick my way around his thick shaft. “Fuck,” he cursed. “What are you doing to me, woman?”
“If your cock’s crying, then I’m licking the tears away,” I said, taking the head into my mouth and swirling my tongue around to taste his salty pre-cum. I moaned, the sound shot straight between my legs.
Preppy dug his hands into my hair deeper, pulling, holding me with more force. His abs flexed as I took more and more of him into my mouth, lightly sucking as I circled my lips around the soft skin of his extremely hard shaft.
I pulled back and softly blew on his wet cock. All the muscles in his arms tensed. His hips bucked into the air. His mouth fell open as he gazed down at me with a lust filled expression I know mirrored my own. “Any better?” I asked, wrapping my hand around the base of his shaft.
Preppy shook his head. “No, not better. I think it’s fucking worse,” he ground out, looking as if he were in pain.
“How so?” I asked, stroking him from root to tip with a slight twist at the top.
Preppy hissed. “Because I want to fuck you again, but now I also don’t ever want my cock to be anywhere besides that beautiful mouth ever again. Those fucking red lips. Jesus fucking Christ, Doc. I thought I’d already died, but you’re the one killing me.”
“You mean like this?” I asked, taking him into my mouth again. Further this time. Preppy had a monster cock and although I used to think he was joking when he said that it was the honest truth. There was no way I’d be able to take all of him but I did the best I could, taking him until the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat. Giving him all I could because I wanted to make him feel as good as he made me feel.
“Holy fucking, shit,” Preppy groaned, holding onto the ground for support with one hand, the other still fisted in my hair. The next few sentences that came out of his mouth were incoherent because I began to slide him out and then back again, using my hand on the part of his shaft that my mouth couldn’t reach. Over and over again I stroked and sucked him with my tongue, squeezing him with my lips and hollowing out my cheeks so my mouth was wrapped as tightly around him as possible.
I used my other hand to reach around him and squeeze his ass cheek, pulling him in closer, holding him to me. I released him and pulled him back again, letting him know it was okay to move. He nodded, and bit his bottom lip, watching as he began to thrust his hips upward into my mouth then slowly pulling back out, groaning as he repeated the motion.
Over and over again he thrust forward and pulled back. I braced myself with my other hand on his ass and again he held my head with both hands as he fucked my mouth. Harder and harder until tears were flowing down my cheeks. I watched as the cords in his neck strained with his every movement. I felt his ass muscles tense and watched as his entire body tightened and his cock hardened in my mouth before spurts of warmth shot from him, deep into my throat. Preppy threw his head back and in the sexiest most animalistic roar he came and came and came until I thought I couldn’t swallow one more drop of his salty release.
He pulled out of me and collapsed onto the floor without pulling his pants back up. He pulled me down with him and wrapped his arms around my back. “I think I just broke a promise to you,” he panted, trying to catch his breath. Our chests heaving together in unison.