“Briar was timid in his younger years, but I think it had a lot to do with how his father treated Rue. Bliss was enough of a terror for both of them.”
One of the servers arrived to clear our plates, while the other waited patiently to place the dessert platter in the center of the table. Each entrée had been served in covered silver platters, and the dessert was no different.
Once the dessert was in front of us, Rose reached for the lid. As she lifted it, I covered her hand with mine to stop her.
“What are you doing?” she asked, confused.
“I want you to guess what we’re having for dessert.”
“Umm, I hope it’s red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting and strawberry ice cream. Those are my favorites.”
“What do I get if I got both of your favorites?”
“Hmm . . . how does the tip of your dick hitting the back of my throat sound?”
“Shit. Say less, baby.”
I moved my hand, and she quickly removed the lid, gasping when her eyes landed on a small box holding a three-carat solitaire diamond ring in the center of the platter.
“Oh my—Russell—is this?—”
“My desire to marry you has never been a secret, and now that we’re on the same page, I’m ready to make it happen.”
“Russie,” she said through tears, still holding the lid to the platter.
I took the lid from her hand and placed it on the table, then removed the ring from the box. I stood and went to her side of the table and pulled her to her feet.
“I love you more than you’ll ever understand. You make everything in my life better, and I don’t want to do life without you. Rose Abrams, will you marry me?”
“I love you so much, Russie. Yes, I’ll marry you.”
I wrapped her in my arms, and our lips connected in a passionate kiss. When our lips parted, I looked into her eyes and said, “There’s nothing I won’t do for you, baby. Never forget that.”
“I know, and I won’t.”
We kissed again before I slipped the ring on her finger. She held her hand up and admired the ring with a big smile and bright, watery eyes. I returned to my seat, bringing her with me and pulling her onto my lap.
The servers brought our real dessert, and it was just as she guessed, . . . red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting and strawberry ice cream. We shared both servings, feeding each other and kissing between spoonfuls.
“I can’t believe I’m engaged.”
“Why?”
“Because for the past ten years, I didn’t think I was worthy of being anyone’s wife, and for the past three, I talked myself into believing you deserved more than what I could give you.”
“I hate that you spent so much time doubting your worth, baby, but I’m here to make sure you never feel that way again. You are and always will be more than enough.”
My dick filled her mouth, the head hitting the back of her throat as she attempted to take my full length. Her gagging created a wet, slippery mess, but the wetter her mouth got, the better it felt.
Her tongue slipped over the tip before her jaws tightened around my length. I grabbed a handful of her braids to control her pace, but it was too late. My nut had already begun to rise, and there was no turning back.
“Suck that shit, Rose.”
Her jaws tightened as her head bobbed up and down. She moaned, and the vibrations from the sound went straight to my dick and snatched my nut from my soul.
“Aarrgh!”
My seeds shot through the back of Rose’s throat, and she sucked me until I was empty. As I caught my breath, she climbed on top of me and straddled my waist. My dick was still semi-hard, and with her hot, wet pussy rubbing against it, I was ready to go again within minutes.
