“Fuck my little pussy, Officer Kemper.”
He groans. “God, I’m gonna fucking ruin you…”
The next thing I know, Kellan is lubed up and inside me. Stroking deep, between my thighs. Pumping me full while he kisses my lips and breathes ragged growls that taste like decadent perfection.
Our hooded gazes stay together the whole time, my erection trapped between our slick bodies, pulsing, throbbing and dripping.
And when we come, we come together, crying. Soaring, sparkling, and bursting.
“I fucking love you so much, baby,” he breathes as he works every drop of his orgasm deep into my body.
And I’m taking it, every bucking thrust driving out my own pleasure. Stuffing his cum in me hard enough that I’m clenching on him andcoming coming coming.
Singing to him in raspy mewls and shivering groans. “Unnghh…fuck, Kemper. Baby babybabyI love you… so… hard.”
When we come down together, we’re sweaty, sticky, and sated.
Ready.
Come hell or high water, I’m making it back from this journey… and sayingI do.
I don’t give a single fuck.Nothingis keeping me from marrying him.
“I can’t wait to be your husband,” I purr again, dreamily.
Finally, for the first time in weeks, I’m falling into a fast, easy sleep.
To the sound of him humming, “Bon voyage.”
Today’s the day…
Clear skies, sun shining. Sand and surf and smiles. Waking up in a giant, insanely comfy bed with my gorgeous blue-eyed nymphomaniac of a fiancé rubbing his morning wood on me.
The smell of fancy French press coffee and bacon coming from somewhere in this lavish Malibu mansion, accompanied by laughter and smooth guitar riffs.
Yet another beautiful one here in our Southern California sanctuary.
I guess it’s as good a day as any to drop a nuke on all thispeaceandserenity.
“I think you’re mucho loco, you know that?” Ren hums, smirking at me in the mirror while we stand, side by side, before the dual vanity.
He’s shaving. I’m gargling.
Spitting mouthwash into the sink, I slope my face in his direction, cocking a brow. “Are you reneging?”
He frowns. “I’m not reneging.”
“Seems like you’re reneging…”
“I’mnotreneging,” he chuckles, swiping the razor along his equally sharp jawline. “I’m just making an observation. Whatsane person leaves literal paradise to go back to a flaming dumpster fire?”
“If you don’t wanna do this…”
“I didn’t say that,” he chirps. “I happen to think it’s sexy…” I huff, and he grins. “You’re just as crazy as me. You just happen to hide itwaybetter.”
Easing my body behind his, I take the razor from him, continuing his shaving myself.
“I’m not crazy, Warren,” I murmur by his ear. “I’m reckless. There’s a difference.”
