“Yes, harder. Please.”
I tug his balls and then massage them while stroking him faster and teasing my tongue under his head because I love when he does that to me.
“Oh fuck, shit, Wolfe, I’m going to come.” He tries to pull me off, but I’m not about to let him.
If I’m doing it, I’m doing it. “I’m going to—” His breathing hitches.
“Fuck, Wolfe!” My name on his lips is so damn sexy.
I keep up my rhythm, and he loses it. I get my first real mouthful of cum, and it’s not bad. The taste is stronger than expected, but I don’t have time to focus on it as I watch him completely come undone. It is my favorite thing in the world and even better feeling him pulse on my tongue. There’s nothing better than making him happy and making him come. More than even a shut-out game. I’m unbelievably hard and horny when he finally pulls me off his cock.
I crawl up to half lay on top of him. “You are so hot when you come.”
“You swallowed,” he says, totally blissed out.
“Did you think I wouldn’t?”
“Yeah, a little.”
“If I’m going to try something, I’m getting the full experience.”
“It’s just very…”
“What, gay? Because it’s way less gay than fucking you.” I tease my tongue between his lips.
“What? That can’t be right.” He looks doubtful.
“Face to face with a man while inside him? Way more gay. That’s some love shit.”
He rolls his eyes, kissing me back harder. “Then why did it take you so long?”
“I told you, I was saving myself.”
“I can’t with you.”
“I have to say, though, the most gay thing we do is kiss, and we were doing that right away, so you should have never doubted me.” He shoves my shoulder, but doesn’t move me at all.
“Right, so wrong of me to not see how gay that was. My mistake.” He just laughs. “I really thought you were going to propose. I can’t believe you did all that for a blow job.”
“Oh, I am.”
“I know you will eventually, and if you did all that for a blow job, proposing better top it.”
“It can be both.”
“Stop messing with me. I’m trying to be serious.” He rolls us a bit so we’re both on our sides.
I go willingly, smiling. “I’m not messing with you.”
He presses his eyes closed, clearly annoyed.
“Angel, look at me.” I wait for him to open them back. “Everything we faced together showed me there is no one else I want by my side for the highs and the lows. Nothing bad touches me knowing I go home to you. Waking up with you next to me is the greatest joy I’ve ever experienced. You have been my only family for a long time, and I’m so in love with you, carrying it makes my chest feel like it’s going to crack if I try to contain it any longer. I want to be your husband.”
“You’re fucking serious, aren’t you?” Tears shine in his eyes.
I cup his cheek. “I’m completely serious. Will you marry me, Wilder?”
FIFTY
