She came almost instantaneously. I lifted her with ease, each of her legs hooked in my arms, leaving her spread and completely at my mercy.
“Put it in,” I told her, pecking her lips.
“Wait, King,” she moaned. “Fuck me on the patio. I want the world to hear me scream your name.”
Hearing that made my dick jump. Doing as she asked, I carried her with her legs wrapped around me, out onto our rooftop patio. On the way, I stopped at the bar and swiped a small velvet-gray jewelry box from the counter. Even though it was February, the lowest temperature we ever got in Rosemoor was seventy-three degrees—and it never snowed.
Lying her on the couch, I growled, “I need you to scream my name so loud it rattles outer space.”
She sat up slowly, wrapping her lips around the head of my dick. Inch by inch, she swallowed me, spit running down her chin as she made me call out like I’d never been touched before. Her head game was unmatched—that’s how she ended up with this penthouse after just four months together.
“Baby, wait. This ain’t where I’m trying to release my nut,” I groaned, fighting for control.
“Where you trying to nut, King?” she teased, still sucking and licking like she owned me.
I wrapped my hand around her neck—not choking, but firm enough to remind her who was in charge. Forcing her back, I slid between her thighs, pushing into her slowly, deeply. Without her noticing, I set the jewelry box by her head.
“Damn, baby,” she moaned.
I thrusted into her, hard and steady, locking my eyes on hers.
“Hunter!” she cried, squinting.
“Nah, Mahasin. Keep them eyes on me, baby.”
“Where you trying to nut at, King?” she moaned again.
Grinding into her, hitting every spot I knew made her lose herself, I whispered in her ear, “In this pussy.”
“Fuck!” she screamed.
Her climax gripped me tight, sucking me in. That was my moment. Reaching above her head, I pulled out the four-caratpear-shaped diamond ring and slid it onto her finger while she was still riding her release. She didn’t notice a thing, too lost in pleasure, while I kept beating her shit up and picturing the rest of my life with her.
“Fuuuck!” I growled, releasing inside her.
We collapsed on the couch until our breathing slowed. Mahasin, always clumsy after sex, tried to stand, and I kept a close eye—last time her ass almost fell into the fireplace.
“I hope you plan to feed me, because you drained every nutrient out of my body,” she laughed, rubbing her temples. “Let’s go take a bath.”
How the hell does she not feel that rock on her finger?
I joined her in the bathroom to set the water—because if it were up to her, she’d boil me alive. While I adjusted the temperature, she dropped an oatmeal-lavender bath bomb into the tub and queued her favorite lo-fi playlist. Then she went to the mirror to twist her hair up into a bun.
“You better not take a Plan B, either,” I said low, stepping behind her. “I want my baby growing inside that beautiful womb of yours.”
“Hunter, what?” She froze. “You really think as an OBGYN I wouldn’t know how to protect myself? I have an IUD. Wait—you want me to have your baby?” Her face softened, eyes misting. “Baby, I’d love that, but I want to be married first.”
I began to softly kiss her neck, sliding my hands from her ass to her stomach, then lifted the hand I’d placed the ring on. Holding it up in the mirror, I whispered in her ear:
“Get rid of that shit tomorrow. This is forever.”
She froze in the mirror, eyes damn near falling out of their sockets.
“Baby, are you okay?” I asked.
When she didn’t respond, I turned her slowly to face me. She stared so deep into my eyes it unsettled me, like she could seestraight through to my soul. Then the tears came—big, heavy drops falling fast, the silence so sharp I swear I could hear them hit the tile floor.
Did she know? Nah, no way.
