Page 10 of Roundabout

“Fuck, Angela,” he breathes out, leaning over my back to catch my lips in a rough kiss.

Our mouths busy devouring each other, Coty guides one of my hands to my pussy, dragging three of my fingers through my own wetness. His cock teases both my knuckles and my lips as he glides along my slit—not in, just on—making my whole body quake with anticipation. Fingers aren’t enough, especially not mine. There’s only one thing that can satiate this urge, and that’s Coty. My fiancé. My future husband.

I break from his lips, gasping, “Next weekend.”

All at once Coty’s hand and cock disappear.

“What—”

I’m quickly flipped on to my back again, looking up at my tormentor smiling so seductively at me, I almost confess my sins—past, present, and future—just to get to the punishment already.

His eyes on mine, he takes my hand still glazed with my own desire, and puts it to his lips, sucking the pointer and middle fingers first, then the ring finger, keeping it in his mouth a little longer as his cheeks hollow out sucking all the way up to the base knuckle. As his lips slide back down the digit, a sparkling platinum ring is revealed.

I look from the solitaire round-cut diamond to Coty and back again.

“You had that next to our bed?”

He nods.

“For how long?”

“However long it took for you to be ready.”

Tears fill my eyes and I open my mouth to tell him how sorry I am for being…well, me, but get cut off.

“Angela Taylor, will you make me the happiest man to ever walk this planet by marrying me next weekend and becoming my wife?”

I nod, freeing several tears.

“I promise.”

He pushes his cock into my pussy at the same time his mouth lowers to mine, then he’s rolling us so I’m on top, looking down at him as I sit up.

Gazing up at me, he wipes my face dry.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

I rock my hips, telling him, “You’re just trying to marry me.”

“I’ve been trying for ten years. Now I’m fucking doing it.” He lifts his hips off the bed. “Wife.”

A moan spills from my lips just before the word “Again” does.

Another thrust from below as Coty possessively growls, “Wife.”

“Crap, that’s hotter than I thought it’d be.”

“How hot?” he asks, propping himself up on an elbow, and deepening his fit inside me.

“Try it again and find out.”

He rolls his hips to match mine, saying, “Wife.”

My head falls back between my shoulders while I work to keep the pace for us, slow but intentional, like one of those mechanic bulls set to the lowest possible setting. The sexy setting, the one everyone in the club gets turned on by just from watching it move. His tight abs contract beneath my touch, so I scrape my eyes off the ceiling to run them over Coty’s face, noticing the newly formed sheen to it as he watches me ride his cock.

Without so much as blinking, his free hand grips one ass cheek, keeping us connected so tightly each rotation massages my clit with his base with absolutely zero let-up. He’s. All. I. Feel.

“Jeee-sus,” I pant, feeling tremors in my thighs as I clench Coty’s middle.