He smacked his hand against her reddened bottom, one coming after the other. Finally shattered, wrecked from his raging desires, he pulled out his cock, sliding the tip then wiggling until his cockhead was just inside her asshole. “This isn’t going to be gentle.”
“I don’t want gentle. I just want you to take me. Use me.”
Her words were like gasoline. He threw his head back as he thrust inside, shuddering as her muscles constricted. “So tight. Fuck.”
“Mmm…”
Wrath drove in and out, cupping and squeezing her breasts as he drew her into a partial standing position. “All mine. Forever mine.”
“Yes. I belong… to… you.”
As his balls filled with cum, sliding up his shaft, he buried his head into her neck. “I love you.” The words came easily, as if they were always meant to be said. As he filled her with cum, he closed his eyes, never more sated in his life.
“I… love you, Wrath. Whether this is pure sin or not, you’re my life now.”
He held her in his arms for a full minute, basking in the warm glow.
Nothing could be more perfect.
Squeezing her, he whispered into her ear, “Get dressed. I have a surprise for you.”
“I love surprises.”
He let her go, watching as she eased into her dress before fastening his pants and running his hands through his hair. Checking his watch, he smiled. The timing was perfect. “I’ll be right back. Pour a glass of wine.”
“Yes, sir.”
The gift had been purchased over a week before, waiting for the right time. A diamond would come later, but this seemed much more important. He found her staring out the kitchen window and studying the waves, a glass of cabernet in her hand.
Turning, she noticed the box in his hand and lifted an eyebrow. “Whatcha got?”
“Something you were missing.”
Her hands were trembling as she took the box from his hand, slowly pulling on the golden ribbon. When she opened the lid, she sighed. “My locket. I thought it was lost.”
“Well, I have to admit, this is new one with an engraving.” His heart ached, tensing until she smiled.
“Il mio bel fiore,” she whispered. “My beautiful flower.”
“Yes, and you will always be.”
She sighed as she opened the catch. “There are no pictures.”
“Maybe there will be soon.” Wrath held out his hand. “Come with me.”
Easing down her wine, she intertwined her fingers with his. “Anywhere.”
His heart raced as he pulled her toward the front door. Once opened, he was able to see the truck as it approached.
“Guests?” she asked, shaking her head. “What are you doing?”
“Hush.” As the truck pulled to a stop, a man they’d both befriended driving, he let go of her fingers, approaching the rugged man. “Everything go according to plans?”
“Yes, sir. I have your delivery. A mighty feisty delivery if I say so myself.” He tipped his hat when he noticed Sophia. “Good day, Miss Waters. Lovely to see you.”
“And you, Miquel.” She remained where she was, watching intently as Miquel moved to the back of the truck, lifting the camper shell lid and lowering the tailgate.
Wrath stood back, shielding his eyes from the sun. As the two Golden Retriever puppies bounded to the edge, Miquel helping one then the other onto the ground, Wrath heard her gasp. When they immediately scampered toward Sophia, a single tear formed in his eye. The joy on her face was something that couldn’t be replaced.
