She closed her eyes, wanting to be able to take this next leap with him, but cautious of it all the same.
“I can’t, Jake. I’d love to, but I just can’t.”
He went still inside of her. “Why the fuck not?”
“Because marriage is about love and commitment and trust, and we—we don’t have those things.
Not—not all of them.”
He regarded her with serious eyes, his cock pressing deep, holding her there, impaling her. “You gonna fuck around on me? Let other guys shove their cocks up your pussy like this instead of me? Come down their throats? Suck ‘em dry?”
The color drained from her face. “Of course not! How could you even think such a thing?”
One big hand bracketed her jaw again, demanding she hold his frustrated glare. “Yeah, well I think it sounds just as ridiculous. What in the hell would I go fucking around with some other woman for when I’ve got you? I’m not an idiot, Taylor. I’d rather cut my cock off than screw anyone but you ever again.”
“God, now I know you can’t be serious!”
He trapped her hands, raising them above her head, holding her captive against the wall. “Look at my face and see just how serious I am. I’ll never fuck around on you, Taylor, and I mean that. More importantly, I’d never even want to. I’m not a man to make promises that I can’t keep—that I don’t want to keep. Do you understand that? The only woman I could ever make this promise to is you because you’re the only one I want.”
“But you don’t want to marry me, Jake.”
“Yeah?” he asked with his crooked smile, kissing her softly, rocking against her, confident in his
victory. “Who says?”
“Well, you, that’s who.” The small crease between her arched brows was back in place, revealing her
confusion. “Not once have you ever mentioned marriage before.”
“Yeah? I thought I just did.”
Her eyes narrowed. “I mean before now. Before today.”
“Taylor, you little innocent,” he laughed softly, “I never would’ve been able to fuck you nonstop for two days straight if I didn’t love you, baby. I never would have asked you to marry me if I didn’t love you. You understand that? Marriage is what I’ve wanted from you all along. It’s what I came here for.”
“But—”
“Taylor, of course I want to marry you. Hell, I thought you already understood that when I told you I
love you. It’s not some kind of puppy love, honey. I love you with everything I have, everything I am.”
“Do you really, Jake?” Her voice was thick with wonder, eyes going glassy.
“Damn straight I do. I’m nothing without you, Taylor. I’ve just been a walking shell, waiting for our moment to come, and when I saw those books, I knew it was here and it was like my heart started beating for the first time. Fuck, it may sound corny as hell, but it’s true.”
“It’s not corny,” she hiccupped, smiling around her tears. “It’s beautiful.”
She looked up at the man before her—the man who’d always owned her heart—and suddenly understood it. Jake was hers and he always would be. The same violent passion and love that bound her to him, claimed him for her own. It worked both ways.
Jake would never betray her.
And he would never stop loving her.
She knew these things with her soul, but he gave her the words as well, even though she no longer needed them. As his body began to drive itself inside of hers, his talented cock forcing pleasure into the deepest recesses of her womb, he told her everything.
“I love you, Taylor. Always, baby. I love your mind and your spirit and this sweet little body that makes me hard just thinking about sinking into it. I love the way you taste. The way your warm, wet little cunt gushes for me, all sticky and sweet, begging to be fucked. I love the way it holds me tighter than anything I could’ve ever imagined. You were made for me, Taylor. Made for this. I’ll never leave you or betray or hurt you, and I’m gonna spend the rest of my life trying to make you happy.”
“You already do,” she panted, feeling the tremors begin to tighten deep within, then ripple their way
out until they were gripping his cock in a strong, delicious rhythm that nearly brought him to his knees.
“God, just looking at you makes me happy. Just seeing your face. You’re the most beautiful person I’ve
ever known, Jake, inside and out.”
“Yeah?” he whispered with a wealth of satisfaction, scraping his teeth across the silky mound of her breast. She squealed, wrapping her arms around his neck, nearly choking him. “You got something to say to me, woman?”
“I love you, Jake. I’ve always loved you. Always!” She smacked kisses all over his face, making him
laugh and rub against her, their lovemaking turning playful one moment, incendiary the next.
“Taylor,” he groaned, knowing there wasn’t anything in the world as sweet as being buried up to your balls in the woman you loved with your very life. They wanted to savor the moment forever, but could no longer speak as the waves of pleasure crashed into them, throwing their bodies together with the raging force of the sea. She shouted with savage ecstasy, the erotic sound echoed by his own rough, animal-like growls, and they flooded into one another. He filled her up with a raging stream of cum, pouring in his love, while she bathed him in drenching wetness, coating him with it.
Sealed together, they floated slowly back to the moment, but reality was still rose-tinted and sweet.
They saw through love-filled eyes, and the world would never look the same again.
“I love you, Taylor Nicole Moore. I always have.” He wrapped himself around her, holding her so
tight, with so much love. “God, I always will.”
Their faces nuzzled like two kittens, their mouths curious, taking tiny licks and bites of the other’s flesh. He nipped the delicate line of her jaw. She licked the salty skin beneath his ear, then tongued the sensitive shell. He shuddered, and neither were surprised that he remained full and firm inside of her. They had ten long, lonely years to make up for, and it was going to take the rest of their lives to do it right.
She was sore, but she didn’t care. She loved the need she could feel in him. Loved the hunger she could feel in the way his cock buried itself so deep inside of her. He was too big to ever take comfortably, but she knew she’d always take him greedily. Jake was right. Her body had been made for this, made for him.
And the need was still riding her high, hungry for more, needing it now. “Jake, fuck me hard again.
Please,” she moaned. “I need to come again.”
He smiled against her mouth. “You’ll get your cock, beautiful. Every inch of it,” he rasped in her ear, pressing deeper, reminding her just how much he had to give. “But I’m waiting for my answer. Stop being cruel.”
She laughed, and it was a sound unlike any she’d ever made before. The laugh of a satisfied woman who knows she is loved and always will be. “I’m sorry,” she teased against his throat, nipping at his warm, silky skin, loving his taste. “It’s your fault, you know. You’re distracting me.”
His own laugh was dark and deep, causing his cock to surge further within, hitting that magic sweet spot that made her go all liquid and hot. Man oh man. “Get used to it, sweetheart. You’re just going to have to learn to think with my cock buried deep, breaking open your sweet little pussy because that’s
where it plans on spending all its time.”
“Hmm—and what about when I have to work?”
His hand delved between her legs, stroking the rim of her cock-full pussy, loving the way she stretched so tight around him. “I’ll just bend you over your easel and fuck you from behind. You remember how that felt? How deep and full?” He licked her ear; bit the side of her neck. “I’m gonna fuck you like that all the time, Taylor. Just bend you over and fill you so full of cock you won’t be able to see straight. It’ll be so sweet, won’t it, honey?”
“Mmmm—yes,” she moaned, tightening her muscles until he gasped, a strong tremor moving through
his tall, muscular body.
He growled. An actual growl. “An answer, Taylor. Give it to me now, before I lose my head and we go over all over again.” He nudged deeper still, hitting that spot again, and she cried out sharp and raw. “I want to know you’re going to be my wife before I fill you full of cum. I need to know it!”
“Oh, Jake,” she giggled, looking up at him with an expression so soft and full of love he could only marvel at its beauty. “Of course I’ll marry you. I love you, don’t I?” She smoothed his eyebrows, sifted her fingers through the glossy strands of his dark hair. “Like you even had to ask.”
He was smiling like an idiot as he kissed her, shaking with piercing relief, flooded with tenderness. “Of course I had to. I’m never taking you for granted, baby. Not a single moment I spend with you, and sure as hell not this. So get used to it, woman. From now on, you have a new pastime.”
She gave an adorable snort that was somehow completely feminine. “You mean the one you told
Wanda about?”
“Uh-huh. That’s how it’s gonna be. All the time. All you have to worry about is getting drenched so I can make you come, over and over and over. And I’ve got a whole lifetime of ideas, honey. Every way you can imagine, just waiting for you. I’m gonna spend the rest of my life making you so happy, you’re going to walk around with a fuckin’ glow.”
“Oh yeah? And what about you?”
Jake licked at her lips, dipping inside to tease with his tongue. “Look at me, Taylor. Just seeing you makes me shine. You fucking set me on fire.” His thumb brushed her clit, his fingers sliding down again to caress the rim of her overstretched opening as it swallowed him whole, loving the feel of his possession. “And no one’ll own this sweet little cunt but me, right?”
“So long as that huge thing you call a cock belongs to me.”
“It’s yours,” he grunted, pulling out, and shoving all those long, thick inches back into her cream
soaked core. “I’m never gonna even look at another woman. I mean that, Taylor. Trust me.”
“Good, ‘cause you’re mine now.”
His thumb stroked her clit again, sending shivers all the way down to her toes, and his cock kept
surging deeper, out and in, filling and stretching her with feelings too good to endure. She felt the contractions coming, the start of a roaring climax, and gripped his driving hips with her thighs, begging for more.
“Tell me how you want it, baby, and I’ll make you come. Tell me to fuck your beautiful little cunt
until you explode all over me.”
She shut her eyes, head thrashing from side to side as she pleaded, “I can’t, Jake. God, just make me—just make me—”
“Not good enough, Taylor. I wanna hear you say it.”
Her face broke into a soft, sultry smile. “Hmm…I think I’m embarrassed again.”
A growl rumbled in his throat. “You won’t be for long.”
She squeezed him to her, hiding her face in the hollow of his throat, surrounded by his rugged masculinity. “Not that a sensible woman could say no to such an offer, but do you think we could throw some babies in here somewhere? I do write children’s books, you know. And I love kids.”
“Aw, honey,” he drawled, nudging her head up so he could look into her suddenly shy eyes, like she was actually worried about his answer. “A family’s a given, Taylor. It always has been. I can’t think of anything sexier than you all ripe and round with my baby. Shit, we’ll probably have a dozen at least.”
“A dozen!” she choked, sputtering, unsure if he was teasing or not.
“Yeah,” he murmured, his eyes going dark with the thought. His cock flexed inside of her, clearly
excited. “Let’s start right now.”
Taylor squirmed against him, sticky and wet. Her smile was pure seduction, wanton and teasing, making the knot in his dick triple with need. He went even thicker inside of her, impossibly harder at the thought of making her pregnant.
And she could feel it. The knowledge of her power glowed from within, illuminating her eyes and skin. She touched her tongue to the bow of her mouth, and Jake wanted to beg for mercy right then and there. “I take it this means I can trash my birth control pills?”
Jake groaned like a man in pain, or an agony of sensation. “Oh hell, I’m gonna kill myself loving you.
You do know that, don’t you?”
Taylor shifted her hips, taking him deeper, sucking him in, keeping him warm and safe and wet. “That’s fine, Jake. Just take me with you.” Her head fell back as she offered herself up with total abandon. “Just fuck me and take me with you. And you better make it good, big guy.”
He groaned and laughed and shuddered as he pulled out and rammed back in, slamming her with his eager cock, the happiest man alive. “You got it, Taylor. We’re on our way.”
And they never looked back.
Epilogue
Today was his fiftieth birthday, and the house was full with family and friends. For the moment, Jake sat out in the back garden with his oldest son, Caleb, watching the waves ripple across the lake as Taylor put the final decorations on his birthday cake. He shifted and looked over his shoulder, sneaking a peek at her through the soft glow of the kitchen window.