“No,” she said with steel in her voice. “I wouldn’t.”
I caught her wrist and pulled her hand away. Rolling Lila onto her back, I slotted my hips between her thick thighs and smoothed her hair back to look into her eyes.
“Why are you here, Lila?” I said firmly. “Why are you bringing up marriage instead of running the other way? I was so sure that you would rip me a new one for eventhinkingabout marrying you, let alone popping the question.”
Lila bit her lower lip, angling her hips up.
“You’re not the first person to mention marriage to me,” she said. “But you’re the only one who made me wet when you said those words.My fucking wife.I want to hear you say them, again and again, for the rest of my life.”
The breath punched out of me. The air between us crackled with sexual tension. I slipped my hand between her thighs, dipping my fingers into her pussy.
Soaking wet. Just like she said.
My cock throbbed to ramrod levels of hardness. I teased the tip at her entrance, stifling a groan when I felt her scorching heat. As tempting as it was to sink into her right away, there was still one pesky little detail that nagged at me.
“I don’t have a ring yet,” I said. “And I don’t exactly have the cash to buy one at the moment. I can’t walk around saying that you’re going to be my wife without putting a ring on your finger. Your dad would kill me.”
Lila laughed and locked her legs around my waist. She reached between us, grasping my cock and guiding me home. Hooking her hand around the back of my neck, she pulled me down on top of her, sealing her mouth to mine.
“You’re the President, baby. I’ll wear your name on my back. Property of Pretty Boy. That’s the equivalent to an engagement ring in the club anyway.”
Goddamn. The thought of Lila wearing that was sheer heaven.
“Ask me,” Lila whispered against my mouth.
I fisted my hand in her hair, rutting against her hip, my cock trapped between us.
“Will you marry me? Be my wife, my Old Lady?”
Her eyes gleamed.
“You bet your ass I will. But only if you stop talking and fuck me already.”
I breathed a faint laugh, lining up at her entrance. Then I stopped with a grunt and started to turn away.
“Shit, wait, I need a condom—”
Lila tightened her legs around my waist, preventing me from moving.
“Are you clean?”
“Yeah.”
“Then forget it. I’m on the pill. I need you inside me and you know I don’t like to be kept waiting.”
All thought was wiped from my brain as I slid into her tight, searing hot pussy. A gravel-rough moan tore from my throat. Lila grinned, draping her arms around my neck, bringing her tits flush against my chest.
“God, you fill me up so good,” she said with a sigh.
I slowly rolled my hips, watching the ecstasy play across her face with every thrust.
“Say it. Just this once. For me—your soon to be husband.”
Lila poked her tongue into her cheek with a coy look.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I chuckled, sucking a bruising kiss into her breast.
