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and grabbed the oil from him. “I want your back to me.”
“Yes, sir.”
I moaned as the vibrations sent a rush of pleasure through me, and I slicked up my cock hurriedly, coating myself with oil and jerking off into my fist.
“It’s my turn now,” he protested.
“Okay, come sit on me.” I wiped my hands on the towel and helped him straddle my lap. Gripping the root of my cock, I held it so he could more easily take me inside him. And he did it so slowly, so perfectly. “That’s so sexy, baby boy. The way you pull me in…” The head of my cock slipped inside and made him whimper and clench down on me. Then inch by inch, between shaky breaths and a lot of determination to please me, he took all of me.
Perfection. Every fucking time.
For several moments, all I heard was our breathing.
“This is the best feeling in the world,” he whispered shallowly.
I stroked his hips and sides, kneading his flesh firmly as if I could somehow translate the powerful love I felt into a touch.
When he started moving, everything intensified. He planted his hands on my legs and rolled his hips, and I couldn’t look away for a goddamn second. From the careful and tentative thrusts in the beginning, to when his need grew and he had to have more, faster, and harder.
Every time he shifted forward to withdraw from me, he pressed my cock downward and applied force onto the vibrator within me.
“Do you like it, Daddy?” he panted.
“Don’t slow down. You’re doing so well, baby.” I blew out a breath and slid my thumbs inward toward his ass. “You’re my perfect little one, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” he moaned. “Fuck, I can’t get enough.” As one of his hands disappeared from my leg, I knew he was stroking himself. “Will there ever be a day that we’re not useless when we’re away from each other?”
I chuckled, out of breath, and traced the ridges around his opening with my fingers. “I doubt it, my love. That’s why we have to make sure to always be together.”
“Yeah.” He became quiet and slowed down just a little. But then he took me deep and quickened the pace again.
The storm surged inside me, and I leaned forward to apply more pressure on the toy. My God. I groaned against Peyton’s back and hugged him to me. “Keep going. Christ.”
He was going to make me lose it. Heat spread across my skin like wildfire, and swirls of bliss began making their way through me. My pulse thrummed faster and faster.
“Daddy?” he whimpered.
“Yeah, baby.”
“Why can’t we get married?”
I blinked, and I forced myself to pull away from the storm. Lips pressed against the damp skin of his back, I hauled in a stuttered breath and instinctively squeezed him to me harder.
“Who says we can’t?” I barely recognized my own voice. It came out rough, like I’d had a bottle of whiskey. “I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately.”
“Really?” The hope in his tone nearly did me in.
He’d slowed down again, though now it was something else entirely that threatened to set me off.
“Really.” I kissed his back, tasting the fresh perspiration, and wrapped my fingers around his cock. Jesus, he was wet with pre-come and, as fucking always, it made me salivate. “I want nothing more than to have you as my husband.”
Peyton leaned back against me and tilted his face, and reflex kicked in. I cupped his cheek and kissed him hungrily.
“I love you, Peyton.”
“I love you.” He gasped when I twisted my hand on the downstroke, swiping the pad of my thumb over the fluids at the head. “Daddy, may I propose right now, please?”
He was going to be the death of me.
I flicked the tip of my tongue against his, our lips just barely brushing against each other. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to say no to you.”
He giggled breathlessly and sucked on my bottom lip. “That bodes well for my question.”
I grinned into another kiss. “Propose to me.”
His gorgeous eyes lit up. “Edward, will you—”
“Yes.”
“Daddy!”
I laughed, only to groan because that felt fucking amazing. “Jesus Christ, Peyton, ask me to marry you before I fill your ass.”
“Gah! Okay. Okay. I’m serious.” Well, he was trying. “Will you marry me?”
“Yes.” With a death grip on his hips, I forced him to move, to fuck himself on my cock, because I couldn’t take it much longer. The emotions racing through me bordered on bizarre, but my God, had he turned me into the luckiest man on earth.
Thankfully, he felt the same desperation. After another messy, wild kiss, he grabbed my legs again and lost himself in the rhythm. He rode my cock like the perfect boy he was, moaning, pleading, worshiping us, until we were both there, and then we were coming together.
We got married here last night. Right here on our private beach in Jamaica.
It’s not ours, except it is. It always will be.
In front of our friends and family, we promised to love each other, to stay true, to have and to hold…
It’s the easiest vow I’ve ever made, Edward.
Yet, I already know today is going to be better. I saw you packing Julia’s adoption papers with our breakfast basket before we returned to the beach for a morning in the sun.
You’ll give me those three little words that have made me the luckiest guy on the planet over and over.
“Just sign here.”
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About Cara
I’m often awkwardly silent or, if the topic interests me, a chronic rambler. In other words, I can discuss writing forever and ever. Fiction, in particular. The love story—while a huge draw and constantly present—is secondary for me, because there’s so much more to writing romance fiction than just making two (or more) people fall in love and have hot sex. There’s a world to build, characters to develop, interests to create, and a topic or two to research thoroughly. Every book is a challenge for me, an opportunity to learn something new, and a puzzle to piece together. I want my characters to come to life, and the only way I know to do that is to give them substance—passions, history, goals, quirks, and strong opinions—and to let them evolve. Additionally, I want my men and women to be relatable. That means allowing room for everyday problems and, for lack of a better word, flaws. My characters will never be perfect.
Wait…this was supposed to be about me, not my writing.
I'm a writey person who loves to write. Always wanderlusting, twitterpating, kinking, and geeking. There’s time for hockey and cupcakes, too. But mostly, I just love to write.
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~Cara.