“Worry me with your concerns.”
Royce was indescribable.
“Worry me. I can handle it.”
She released my chin. Her right hand wrapped around the pole beside us. Her feet flattened on the ground beneath us.
“I can handle you.”
Up.
Down.
“Slow down, my baby.”
Royce didn’t listen. That hard head of hers was going to make a soft dick.
“Roy–”
She covered my mouth with hers, stifling my objections and my groans.
“I love you,” she mumbled against my lips.
Hearing the words pour from her soul inflated my chest. It was an honor to be loved by someone so special. So ravishing. So remarkable.
I vowed, at that moment, to never break her pretty heart or hurt her pretty head. Royce deserved an uncompromising, uncomplicated love. I’d give her that. I didn’t care for her to struggle in order to prove her strength to me. She exposed me to her resilience each day.
“I love you,” I breathed against her, “I knew the moment I saw you.”
“So much.”
Her body bounced, coating me with her creaminess. Her pussy was wetter than the water near us.
“Royce… I’m going to cum, my baby.”
“Please,” she urged.
“You have–”
“Shhhhhh.”
Her strokes quickened. A hand rounded my neck.
“Mmmmmm.”
Marry me, my baby.
I closed my eyes, shoving the words back down my throat. I’d known Royce for nearly three months. I couldn’t remember a day I didn’t imagine her in a ring I’d purchased with promises of forever. I couldn’t remember a day I hadn’t gazed at her beauty, finding my wife in those eyes. I couldn’t remember a day that visions of her in a white dress didn’t cross my mind.
She was my destination. I wanted nothing more.
“Fuck.”
My toes curled forcefully. My grip around Royce’s waist tightened. My semen sprouted from my shaft into her awaiting oasis.
“Fuck, baby.”
Her arms rounded my body. She laid her chin on my shoulder. I pulsated inside of her.
